The man with the braid, Huan, took hold of his arm, but he pulled loose. deeper into the grove, until they came to a tall fence of stout ironwork topped with a hedge of razor-sharp spikes. Neither the Lord of Fal Dara nor any of his family would be riding today, though, and the stable might be empty except for the stableboys. All the towns and cities of Hardan are gone, the stone carted away by farmers and villagers for their own use.
As usual, he wore his sword over a plain coat of green that was nearly invisible in the woods. Flatbread and dried meat washed down with flat-tasting water; hardly a filling meal, tough and far from tasty. Everyone talks about being called to Sheriam's study. Lan bore not a mark.
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