ers to teach and guide you-but what might you do entirely by accident, never meaning to? For an instant the vagueness had dropped from Verin's eyes. We can't leave the Horn of Valere in Darkfriend hands; you heard the Amyrlin. The window frames were stone, but they not only seemed natural formations, they appeared to have been sculpted by wind and water over generations. Think of the glory that will come to the one who finds the Horn of Valere.
I have to. Was someone. The Darkfriends took it back. Perhaps sixty paces of swift water to the far bank, lined with trees, and a barge-like ferry on a thick rope spanning the distance.
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