She has been at me like a Whitecloak Questioner three times since we arrived. I am capable of guarding myself, until you return to protect me. It's what has to be. Rand was sure she was no older than he, but at that moment she suddenly seemed as old and as cold as the mountains, and more regal than Queen Morgase at her haughtiest.
We stood along the riverbank with the rising of the sun. Blood is, and blood was, and blood shall ever be. Why not, Tema? Tema, look at me, please. Loial and Hurin seemed to sense his mood, leaving him in silence while he stripped saddle and bridle from Red, rubbed the big bay down with tufts of grass torn from the ground, then resaddled him.
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