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 | | The manor house was unfinished yet, the greatroom's tall wooden panels pale and unstained, but Faile ni Bashere t'Aybara held court every afternoon, as proper for the lord's wife, in a massive high-backed chair carved with falcons, just in front of a bare stone fireplace that mirrored another at the end of the room. |
 | | Today had not been the worst for nonsense, and not even the worst with the Wisdoms--there had been no questions about when Lord Perrin could expect an heir, the Light be blessed!--but maybe the unrelenting heat had finally screwed her irritation to the sticking place. |
 | | Eamon Valda, the Whitecloak Lord Capta in in command, had pulled nearly all his men out to the west more than a month ago, but the handful he left behind tried to keep together the brigands and bullyboys Valda had gathered. |
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