They wore baggy white breeches and green coats, and the gold cords on the officer's helmet glittered. It was a smaller room than Mat's, win-dowless, a pair of oil lamps on small tables beside the narrow bed providing a murky illumination. Maybe they did not hate him. Perhaps idiocy did not disqualify Selame any more than dour-faced gloom eliminated Meri.
None of them did. s amazement, they stopped there with their mouths hanging open. Rising, Perrin took his axe from where he had propped it under the wagon, out of sight and for a little while out of mind, and thrust the haft through the loop on his belt. You yourself said you have no interest in the Sun Throne for yourself.
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