There was one chair, on a silk carpet woven in birds and flowers, and one large cabinet made in a circle. Remarkable. The curtains had been partially drawn over the arrowslits, but the gaps let in enough light behind her to make her face hard to see clearly. The symbol burned against his flesh.
It seemed there were protocols to conspiracy in the Great Game; anyone might try to listen to a private conversation, but they would not intrude on it. Ingtar let out a long breath. Hurin nodded, and Rand trotted after him. ? He peered at Alar's broad back as she ordered Juin to have their horses brought.
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