Hurin was staring at a big, blackened circle of ground that marred the brown grass of the village green. Lan stood watching the tent from the darkness for a long time before he went away. Every one of them was mired as deeply as he had been, before he found his way out. What is it? Where is it? How are the girls chosen to go? Urien's face went flat, his eyes hooded.
Silk? Something softer, smoother. She says I have to help wash dishes after dinner, too. The woman will not remain free for long. I must have.
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