The man who called himself Bors put an unsteady hand to his brow, trying to hold on to something of what had burst through his mind, though he was not completely certain he wanted to remember. It was a deep hollow, almost round, and big enough to hold all the men and horses comfortably. At first light, Domon growled, and the man nodded and released his hold. I want to be your friend.
Ba'alzamon (bah-AHL-zah-mon): In the Trolloc tongue, Heart of the Dark. It was hard not to care for the land of your birth. Who could know who was a Darkfriend? But he knew that Darkfriends had been after him since before he left Marabon to come back downriver. Not much different from any young man you might see in any town.
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