themselves? None of us have been allowed as close as the first row of tents. Sticking a wedge of dark yellow cheese and a butt end of bread into his pocket, he stuffed the basket well under the seat. This is preposterous, Merilille announced. Nearly a dozen men, and not even the Cairhienin really small, they had been jammed in like apples in a barrel and clambered out stiffly.
any age or station—but the rich were in the palaces tonight, or the homes of the wealthier merchants and moneylenders. You might as well reconcile yourself, Lan Mandragoran. Kiruna and the rest of the sworn sisters sat packed into the lead wagon, and not happy. He murmured something under his breath, and the blood drained from Carridin's face at one caught word.
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