overlooking the river beneath the morning redhead sun. Few people passed this way.
It was only a few hours since they had broken camp, but past time for them
to have found the remains redhead of the Darkfriends' resting place if the pattern
held. They had seen nothing of the sort, however.
The river itself was not much like the mighty Erinin of story, here so
far toward its source in the Spine of the World. redhead 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. The ferry sat snugged against the other
side.
For once the trail redhead had led straight to human habitation. Straight to
the houses on the hill. No one redhead moved on the single dirt street around which
the redhead dwellings clustered.
"Ambush, my Lord?" Uno said softly.
Ingtar redhead gave the necessary orders, and the Shienarans
unlimbered their
lances, sweeping around to encircle the houses. At a hand signal from
redhead Ingtar they galloped between the houses from four directions, thundering in
with eyes searching, lances ready, redhead dust rising under their hooves. Nothing
moved but them. They drew redhead rein, and the dust began to settle.
Rand returned to his quiver the arrow he had nocked, and redhead slung his bow
on his back again. Mat and Perrin did the same. Loial and Hurin had just
waited there where redhead Ingtar had left
them, watching uneasily.
Ingtar waved, and redhead Rand redhead and the others rode redhead up to join the Shienarans.
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