The sight gave him confidence that Egeanin had spoken the truth about letting him go free. He Whose Name Must Not Be Uttered. The hair stirred on the back of his neck. A Mat whose face was pale and drawn, but still Mat, and grinning, if weakly.
A squirrel chittered at them from a branch overhead, and from somewhere came the sharp drumming of a woodpecker. If told in its entirety, the cycle would take many days. Murandy and Altara are on their toes, of course, thinking it's all a mask for a move against one of them. He would stare Ingtar in the eye, too.
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