We'll waste no time burying Darkfriends, Ingtar growled. Let it burn, he thought, and an answering thought came as if he had heard Moiraine say it. There were hard eyes in those so very ordinary faces. metimes turned to fire, but even if he was only a figure in her dreams that seemed too horrible to contemplate.
Perrin? The curly-haired youth dropped his hands from his face with a sigh. Moiraine, do you have some clue as to where the Dragon will be Reborn? Or was Reborn? Has he come already? If I did, Yes, I thought I felt it. Not even a dog in sight, Ingtar said, returning the looking glass to his saddlebags.
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