Hurin, how is the trail? Fainter than ever, Lord Rand, but still there. All these false Dragons, and now the Horn is found. Not you, Lan Gaidin. I can make you some willowbark tea, if Ingtar lets us stay that long.
They snap like cornered rats, but run as soon as anything snaps back. Crystal, it seemed. Six days and nights, it lasted, and when it was done, the Trollocs fled back into the Blight and never dared challenge him again. We knew he has touched the world again, even if, thank the Light, only indirectly.
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