“Five minutes, maybe. The first boy grinned. She was astounded to find herself homesick for Roland’s world, and then wondered why she should be so surprised. Latigo was at the head of the first, Roland thought, and he was deliberately holding his riders back a little, so that the two groups could merge and attack together.
To the left of the gun-case, an open door gave on the jail itself—three cells on each side of a short corridor, and a smell of strong lye soap drifting out. Had they been Rimer’s doing, Rimer’s decision? It seemed likely—Thorin wasn’t the sort of man to even thi if you still wanted me . “It’s another riddle.
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