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| | Manetheren |
 | | Berelain sat her saddle erect, but her fl hair was windblown, and her fine-ankled white mare was shivering, the lather of a hard run freezing on her flanks. |
 | | "Majesty," Berelain pronounced in a formal voice as soon as Perrin entered, "may I present Lord Perrin Aybara of the Two Rivers, in Andor, the personal friend and emmisary of the Dragon Rebord." The long-nosed woman nodded carefully, cooly, and Berelain went on with scarcely a pause. |
 | | Once Perrin had thought him almost too good-looking for a man. A bleak darkness had settled in him, though, and now he wore a scowl as often as not. |
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