that one could tell a tale of three thousand years and more. Tell no one. Placing the Horn on the stand so that it stood upright, Turak laid the dagger on the table in front of it and went to sit in the chair. Aiie, I can smell a battlefield ten years old, though the trails of the men who were there are gone.
Loial grimaced ruefully. Cut down a Great Tree? Loial sounded scandalized, and more than a little angry. Domon's reply was as steady as a rock; no trader lasted long who could not lie with a straight face and an easy voice. The Cairhienin would never have let him in here if he were not a lord.
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