“They’re arrogant, wouldn’t you say?” a feminine voice asked. Perrin jumped, spinning, summoning his hammer to his hands and readying a brick wall around himself for protection. A short young woman with silver hair stood next to him, standing straight as if to try to appear taller than she was. She wore white clothing, tied at the waist with a silver belt. He didn’t recognize the face, but he did know her scent. “Moonhunter,” Perrin said, almost a growl. “Lanfear.” “I’m not allowed to use that name any longer,” she said, tapping one finger on the wall. “He’s so strict with names.” Perrin
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