I should have been here. His brows rose in startlement, the first open expression Fain had seen from him, but in the next instant Turak's face was as smooth as ever. The gray-haired Warder hurried into the night toward the sound of approaching villagers. The Shienaran Lord gestured to Perrin.
The last remnant flickered out, and suddenly he was wondering what it was that he was trying to recall. Light! If any of them remember we were friends as novices, I'd be there beside you. Tricksome and scheming, Barin was, like every man I've ever known, Cairhienin most of all. Her toes wriggled on dusty, uneven stone paving.
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