The dull aching in his head that he had not noticed because of the sharpness of the light-knives remained, as did occasional flashes. He also had bruises on his back and shoulders that were more than tender to the touch, or when he stretched, but he still managed to find and saddle the gelding. Overhead, the same thick clouds that had darkened the sky on eightday remained, and beneath them, swirls of misty fog rose from the river, swathing Selyma and the lower part of the hillsides with thick white curtains that shifted with the barely perceptible breeze. With the fog came a damp and almost fetid odor, and a sense of decay that went beyond mere smell. Was that an effect created by the rebel mages? Or just what happened in Selyma when winter fogs rose off the Awhut River? Once he mounted, even with his order-sensing, it took Rahl some effort to find where Third Company was forming up. “Should you be out here?” asked Drakeyt, when Rahl rode up and joined him. “As much as any officer,”
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