With a sharp hiss, she jerked back, staring up at him, then whirled to face the Elders. At least we have rooms in which to change our clothes, though it will do us little good unless the weather changes. Liandrin pushed them hard through the next day, or what passed for day, with only their lanterns for a sun, not letting them stop for sleep until they were swaying in their saddles. Hurin looked uneasily at the far bank.
Moiraine gave the Brown sister a wry look. Something stirred in the half dark, at least. One more tale will have to satisfy them. I asked what is going on here, Liandrin, she said.
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