He shrugged against the chill of the wind, thinking of Selene touching his arm and looking into his eyes. The only light came from the waning moon, not far past full and low in the sky. Men with litters hurried to the figures lying on the floor. He said no more.
Mat and Perrin went on. You men, she sighed, always thinking with either your muscles or your hearts, and never your heads. Kicking, jerking, he toppled to the floor, thrashing on the silken carpet, shrieking as his face grew black and his dark eyes bulged like overripe plums, until a dark, swollen tongue gagged him. By the time they reached the bottom of the narrow, winding staircase, he could hear a man's deep voice raised in the front part of the house, angrily demanding that someone stand up and speak.
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