His cloak was stuffed underneath to help balance the chest on the rounded saddle seat. She was eyeing the woods now, too, as if she thought someone might be following them. Then there was a flash of light, and they were gone. table, even after nearly a month's practice, with someone else doing what she could very well have done herself.
His topknot was black as pitch. Both of you, Moiraine said. Well, it's the least of what has happened this night. The sun - a wonderfully strong sun, not pale at all - sat low to the west, stretching their shadows out across the hollow.
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