A squirrel chittered at them from a branch overhead, and from somewhere came the sharp drumming of a woodpecker. Taraboner and Domani women, passengers off ships they've stopped. A friend who had died for him. Two coppers to see - Rand dug out some coins and thrust them at the man.
Six days and nights, it lasted, and when it was done, the Trollocs fled back into the Blight and never dared challenge him again. I like you, Loial. Two other women, standing a little apart, wore wide, divided skirts that came well short of their ankles, and panels embroidered with forked lightning bolts on their bosoms and skirts. Ingtar raised his voice again.
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