Even the youngest moved with a grace that suggested she knew how to use the weapons she carried. She went on through the house, into the garden behind, and there he was. He squatted down with his thick arms on his knees and studied Rand with those bright golden eyes. The column felt smooth and slightly oily under his hand, but the triangle-and-circle seemed warm against the brand on his palm.
I don't think we said anything he should not have heard. Her eyes ran over the open books and papers crowding the room. Even Uno began to look at him askance. They are hunted, as I understand they once before were.
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