In her own pain, Min's seemed distant. He looked at her to see if he was doing it right, but she merely watched, not even the slightest frown of worry wrinkling her pale forehead. The other man, his face flat and sullen, looked at the door as if considering before he finally rose and came over. Min shrugged.
Yet he was a broad, muscular man, and none of those out for a catch of gold thought him rich enough, in his plain-cut coat, to risk his size and his cudgel. I am Aginor, he said, smiling, and I have come for you. e cloak, and the red shepherd's crook behind the sun, symbol of his office in the world of men, and he almost laughed. The gaunt-faced man swung down from his saddle.
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