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Ceolfred watches Rastellion dashing away toward the Esteldin road. He glances at the sun: a bit past mid-afternoon; should leave time enough for his nephew to get back before full dark. Whatever Zandrianna had said to the lad – Ceolfred hadn’t listened in on what passed between them – she seemed to convince him, and he was ready to start out for Bree that same hour. |
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