Ready, Min said curtly. Hurin climbed to his feet, dusting himself off. Your lessons are done, sheepherder. That is all there is to do.
He caught her look, and his sister's, and held up his hands as if to fend them off with his sheathed sword. The groom bent himself almost double, and stayed bent. But the next step? She shrugged. Ever since Bran died .
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.