And then he entered another room, and the gleeman at the end of it, strumming his harp and reciting a tale from The Great Hunt of the Horn, was Thom Merrilin. Perhaps this ter'angreal takes you to them. It must be one or the other. As nearly as I can make out, we would have to be almost off Toman Head before we were clear of Seanchan patrols completely, and then there's supposed to be fighting of some sort on Almoth Plain.
As you command, Great Lord, he whispered hoarsely, so shall it be. The Ogier bowed in his saddle and let his big horse fall back, the tufts on his ears drooping with reluctance. Harder than steel and more deadly than poison. No Trolloc will enter a stedding unless driven, and even a Myrddraal will do so only at the greatest need and then with the greatest reluctance and distaste.
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