He was sick. He noticed the Myrddraal looking at the figures, trembling; and unless he misjudged entirely, its trembling was no longer fear, but hatred. In only a few more days, the Great Hunt of the Horn would be sent forth with pomp and ceremony that tradition claimed dated to the Age of Legends. He colored a little at that, but Loial had closed the gates, and for all he knew Machin Shin might have made it out without that.
Court of Atafel,in the Year of Grace 231 of the New Era, the Third AgePROLOGUEIn the ShadowThe man who called himself Bors, This time I killed him. She's right. For a moment he thought he saw something move, heard a boot scrape on the brick walk, but neither was repeated, and he dismissed it as nervousness.
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