And the next. The lines were too straight to be natural, it seemed, but he could not imagine what might make them. Ingtar's sword came out of its sheath. Rand could never touch it without remembering Thom, with his sharp blue eyes and his long white mustaches, shoving the bundled cloak into his hands and shouting for him to run.
He still said nothing, only walked along frowning at the floor. And afraid they haven't, too, he admitted reluctantly. We stood it upright, Alar said, when we found it many years ago, but we did not move it. There will be no chance they can be tracked that way, and the only other threat of that kind is locked away here in the dungeon.
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