scaled legs, each tipped with five golden claws, a serpent with eyes like the sun and a golden lion's mane. The woman had not wanted to give up her horse, no more than any of the Darkfriends who had followed him had wanted to be left alone in the hills with the Trollocs, without Fain's protecting presence. Did you think I did not know, child? Well, as you wish it. Guard her with your life, Hurin.
Even you, and even me. Beside him stood Ronan, age-withered but still tall; three foxes carved from red avatine topped the tall staff the shambayan bore. Do not fail me. She had told them to run if anything went wrong, and let them think she would run, too.
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