Domon was relieved to see, when some of them removed their strange helmets, that they, at least, were men; men with black eyes, or brown, who could have gone unnoticed in Tanchico or Illian. Maybe even night before last. Rand nodded. The empire of Artur Hawkwing was pulled apart in the wars, and the nations of the present day were formed.
He had had his chances to search with Hurin for Fain's trail; they all had, in twos and threes so they would not attract attention, and they had all found nothing so far. That ought to satisfy the Shienaran love of ceremony for both women. How can I go? Rand asked her. No Trollocs, anyway, and if he had any Darkfriends with him, they hadn't been up to much lately.
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