Hurin's grin was at the same time triumphant and perplexed. There men ran about the decks of tall, square ships in the harbor, and on one ship, a familiar ship, fearful men waited. Once he was on the big bay stallion's back, a few days would see him at the River Erinin, or across the border into Arafel. Ingtar sounded almost mild, but suddenly he banged his fist against the wall.
deeper into the grove, until they came to a tall fence of stout ironwork topped with a hedge of razor-sharp spikes. His gaze flickered toward Loial; for an instant he seemed to be considering something new. Mat snickered, but when Loial looked at him questioningly, he said, Very pretty, Loial. Burdened down with their saddlebags and Rand's bundle, he looked like a walking baggage cart.
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