He shifted the flute case to pull off his cloak and wrap it around her. Hurin didn't want to leave you, really. I don't know, Rand lied, but that was part of the message he left with Barthanes. He eyed the tall tubes warily, remembering the bang made by one the size of his finger.
She wanted to stay and listen, to hear if Elaida asked about Rand, but High rang through the White Tower, and she was summoned to chores. He knew he could not stay. So I have to get them back. Maybe six or eight months ago, he muttered, and it still stinks.
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