Thom always moans about losing the best flute and the best harp he ever had. Loial and Hurin seemed to sense his mood, leaving him in silence while he stripped saddle and bridle from Red, rubbed the big bay down with tufts of grass torn from the ground, then resaddled him. I know about the nations that aren't there anymore. Angrily he threw himself back into his saddle, slung the bow on his back.
Seta's hands were pressed to her face. He looked like a handsome man of middle years. Light, what have they done to him? I should have gotten him away from Moiraine somehow, the Light blind her. Ba'alzamon was gone.
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