It can't be real. Here in the women's apartments they hang draperies to soften the rooms, and they plant beautiful gardens, but there is no part of this place not purpose-made for battle, death, and killing. More spikes had been driven into his eyes to hold his head up. It was as if Egwene had told him she had murdered children.
What do you smell? Did Fain come through here? Hurin, rubbing his nose, shook his head. His legion was too scattered for his liking, with Questioners having too many of the commands, but his orders had been explicit: Obey the Questioners. Nynaeve heaved a sigh of relief that immediately turned to a growl. Light, why did she have to be born with this cursed ability? I should have taken them back home.
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