Tell him I need him as soon as possible. -Grady's weathered farmer's face made Perrin almost comfortable with him, but Fager Neald was another matter. ing three others in sliding crusty brown loaves from the ovens and replacing them with rolls of pale dough. That was more color than Perrin had seen on a Cairhienin servant before.
He did not believe he was a coward, but no one disobeyed one of the Chosen. Elayne could. Not images, just flickers of color and motion. All supposedly in case the Shaido returned, or perhaps in case some of the dead were only shamming, though Perrin thought anyone who pretended at being a corpse here would soon go insane.
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