Grimbold rose to his feet, standing well over six feet tall.
"I thank you, Lady of Rohan--would you and your friend perhaps prefer to join me here in the corner? I believe there is a considerable draft in the room. I would merely ensure your comfort and that of your friend, lady."
Grimbold raised his arm, gesturing courteously for Rochelle to join them.
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Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow.
How did it come to this?
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