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He reached to take the pouch, and the lared at him, but he looked back undisturbed

"You ht," Dorowled, and the ht, then, Captain Domon Remember, discretion keeps a man alive to spend his money"

Domon watched the three of them leave, then stared sourly at the pouch and the parcho east Tear or Mayene, it did not ht he kneanted it And then again, I have no a clue to them Who could knoas a Darkfriend? But he knew that Darkfriends had been after him since before he left Marabon to come back downriver Darkfriends and Trollocs Of that, he was sure The real question, the one he had not even a glimmer of an answer for, hy?

"Trouble, Bayle?" Nieda asked "You do look as if you had seen a Trolloc" She giggled, an improbable sound from a woman her size Like most people who had never been to the Borderlands, Nieda did not believe in Trollocs He had tried telling her the truth of it; she enjoyed his stories, and thought they were all lies She did not believe in snow, either

"No trouble, Nieda" He untied the pouch, dug a coin out without looking, and tossed it to her "Drinks for everyone till that do run out, then I’ll give you another"

Nieda looked at the coin in surprise "A Tar Valonwith the witches now, Bayle?"

"No," he said hoarsely "That I do not!"

She bit the coin, then quickly snugged it away behind her broad belt "Well, it be gold for that And I suspect the witches be no so bad as some make them out, anyway I’d no say so er who do handle such You’ll no have to give ht More ale for you, Bayle?"

He nodded nu was still almost full, and she trundled off She was a friend, and would not speak of what she had seen He sat staring at the leather pouch Another h to look at the coins inside He stirred thelittered up at hi Flaerous coins One or two ht pass, but so ht There were Children of the Light in the city, and although there was no law in Illian against dealing with Aes Sedai, he would never istrate if the Whitecloaks heard of this These old and stay in Illian

While he was sitting there worrying, Yarin Maeldan, his brooding, storklike second on Spray, ca nose and stood over the captain’s table "Carn’s dead, Captain"

Do Three others of his men had already been killed, one each tiistrates had done nothing; the streets were dangerous at night, they said, and sailors a rough and quarrelsoistrates seldom troubled the as no respectable citizens were injured