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“I meant what I said in Rifthold. Terrin is
not a warrior—not at heart. I saw what was
building in Morath, in the Ferian Gap, and
required my eldest son to be here, to pick up
the sword should I fall. And now you have
returned, at the hour when the shadow of
Morath has crept around us on all sides.”
“All sides but one,” Chaol said, motioning
toward the White Fangs just barely visible
through the windows high above. “Rumor has
it Erawan has spent these months hunting
down the wild men of the Fangs. If you are so
short of soldiers, call for aid.”
His father’s mouth tightened. “They are
half-savage nomads who relish killing our
people.”
“As ours have relished killing them. Let
Erawan unite us.”
“And offer them what? The mountains
have belonged to us since before Gavin