From the edge of the trees, Fain studied the unwalled town and sneered. I thought I saw him when we rode in, but I do not remember anyone among the prisoners who looked like a blacksmith. Even with saidin inside your head? Light, what I wouldn't give to have everything be simple again. A crooked grin twisting his mouth, he chuckled deep in his throat as if whatever he saw was amusing.
Bornhald reminded himself that Byar was a good soldier. Expensive, that, and rarer than an honest magistrate. Al'Thor was up there, somewhere, in the mountains. They had reached the big guardhouse just inside the gate by which they had first entered Cairhien.
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