Head and shoulders taller than the tallest man there, they were a stomach-turning blend of man and animal, human faces twisted and altered. In the small cabin they shared, Nynaeve glared up at her from her narrow bed. Mat gaped at them as they reined in before him and the others. Hurin gaped at them openly, and Rand felt like staring himself.
When she turned to look, there was only the dusty passage between smooth stone walls. Please remember, say nothing of the nature of the boy's hurt to anyone. cold blows the wind down Shara Pass; cold lies the grave unmarked. He gave a jerk.
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