Merilille fainted dead away. Juilin tugged at the corner of his eye with one finger, whatever that was supposed to mean, but Thorn actually frowned. Nothing mattered more than Faile. He must be.
It was hard not to rush over and throw her arms around her. Overhead, the golden sun was more than halfway down to the horizon. They were colorful for Cairhienin soldiers, ten men with the Rising Sun in gold on their dark breastplates and scarves in House Saigh-an's colors tied below the heads of their halberds. You can hardly expect us to go meekly, she told Joline firmly, and there are five of us.
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