They did not appear to be armed; despite their fine clothes, they looked as if they did not need to be. The void had surrounded him before his hand touched hilt; saidin shone in his mind, beckoning, sickening. He had seen too much, too. She looked around hastily; they were alone in their stretch of the hall.
They both wore long coats made of sheepskin, with the fleece turned in and bright red spirals embroidered across the breast. Min's grin vanished, and they stared at each other. From the wolves came a view of men on horses approaching the hollow in late day. The Pattern has brought us to Falme at last.
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