Well, are you ready to see the south bank of the Erinin? He did not wait for an answer, but rode down to the ferry with Hurin and half the lancers. It was not until the strange carved doors closed behind him and they had walked a dozen paces that he realized he was alone in the corridor with the servant. That thing should be buried again, and as deeply as they can pile dirt and stone. If one is found, the other will be.
It seemed the only way. At least it was not Trolloc script. Which one, Lews Therin? You will not have anyone to help you this time. All of them, still kneeling against the wall, had turned to stare at him.
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