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35 He wouldnt leave for that. And not without saying goodbye. There are no birds, Jeren remarked as they made their way through the edge of an area of woodland. Everything around them lay still and calm. Even the air was silent. Come on back. Doria, listen to reason! Leithens voice sounded exasperated. Lady Jeren will be fine. Ill guard her with my life. They stood just outside the main muster, Doria with all her belongings packed, the two children looking lost and alone beside her. A slight tic began under Warrens left eye, and he removed his glasses then rubbed his temples. When? I know Im working, but will there be time to read? asks Snowdrop, hopefully, beside him. Shes changed into dry clothes; big baggy lumberjack shirt now spilling down to her shins, where rainbow leggings peep out above sequinned high-top trainers. Shes wearing a genuine Lambretta parkaand a floppy hat. She looks to Rowan as though she’s raided the dressing-up box. Khain smiled, enjoying his suffering. But he wasnt doing anything. There was no need. Jeren blinked at her.Really? Not Elayne? But she is noble. Indarin seemed confused. The inner workings of Holtlands politics were alien to him. Shan had understood. It marked a difference in the brothers she had not realised before. Shes a Holter! Fethan yelled. He would have seized her and throttled the spark from her. Jeren could see the intent in him, but the Shistra-Phail surrounded them now, vastly outnumbering the Seers, most of whom were stricken, attending Ariahs corpse. Its cold inside Bilberry Byre. If he hadnt drunk half a bottle of Bushmills and wrapped himself in a quilt, Rowan doubts he would be able to press his damaged fingers against the keyboard. He’s shaking a little. There’s a sensation of intrusion in his mouth. He can feel fingers in his throat, pressing down on his tongue. If there were any food in him he would be struggling to keep it down. The whiskey has already turned to acid inside him. He can taste bile and misery. He’s no stranger to the taste but he can’t explain it to himself. He knows his strengths and weaknesses and only doles out portions of self-loathing when it is deserved. He isn’t sure what he’s done wrong. He followed a story, and now he’s in it. He just doesn’t know what to do with it. I will, my Ariah. On my life. You can always find me, Jeren. Its like you call to me all by yourself. He reached out his arms but she didnt move, not right away. We arent safe here. I came to warn you, to warn Indarin. Those assassins weren’t after you. They were after me, and I suspect Indarin is their nexttarget. All rights reserved. You cynic, smiles Crow. It was a chance to do good, of course. Though he was a slippery sod, theres no doubt about that. It took Marlish a lot of his creative writing skills to come up with something good to say about him at the memorial service. .