07/02/2026 07:02

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The Kingfisher Takes a Silverback. I am not . The wind that rippled the banner stirred dust across the flagstone walks. If Barthanes was a Darkfriend, then at least some of his servants and guards had to be, too, and Hurin could not always smell a Darkfriend.

Rather than guiding a chip floating down a stream, I am trying to guide a log through rapids. And since half of Cairhien apparently spies on the other half, everybody knows what I do. They would talk eventually, but in whispers; it might take hours for the Seanchan to learn anything had happened. The Light consume me, I can't answer for any of them, not with this.