Fear not, for the Day of your Master's rising upon the world is near at hand. Because it's an 'if,' a 'maybe. Moiraine said she'd be all right. The soldiers' hair was clipped short, as if it all had been cut under the same bowl.
It had been too long since he had practiced the flute rather than the sword, and the coins in his pouch would not last forever. I must be patient. And mind your wrists. Us, or the Cairhienin.
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