Aeldene was from an Andoran mining village in the Mountains of Mist, and it was said her crooked nose came from fighting with her fists when she was a girl. Others' as well, but I did my share. Hands encircled her from behind—hands; not a shark, after all—squeezed hardMashiara627against her ribs in a most familiar way. Mat flushed like fire.
Trollocs depended on numbers and overwhelming ferocity; facing him, and that sword of the Power, they might as well have stood stock-still, unarmed. It was silk. The other two nodded; Mandelain smiled eagerly. It was an odd chase.
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