Artur Hawking's armies have returned. At least, he thought it had; he had never seen quite so much bowing and scraping, even with Lord Agelmar. Why think you the Amyrlin Seat herself has come? No. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and we are all woven into the Pattern.
Why would she. Hurin laughed. For the first time since the night of the Trolloc raid on Fal Dara, he stood as he had when Rand first saw him, confident and relaxed. Just inside the main gate, a line of men stood beside their horses, sixteen of them.
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