Tam had told him Trollocs were lazy, apt to give up any task but killing unless fear kept them to it. I can find him, Lord Rand, Hurin put in. The mighty give their souls to the Shadow as often as the weak. He gave a start when he saw the two servants still kneeling beside the door.
With a wary look at the soldiers - they sat their horses rigidly in two long files; Rand wondered what they wou Shaking off his friend, he went to find Ingtar. There was blood crusted on his cheek. She looked at them calmly, waiting.
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