“Excuse me,” Loial asked the Maidens sitting beside the tent. “Have you seen Matrim Cauthon?” “Oosquai?” one of them asked, laughing, holding up the skin. “No, no,” Loial said. “I have to find Matrim Cauthon and get his account of the battle, you see. While it’s fresh. I need everyone to tell me what they saw and heard, so that I can write it down. There will never be a better time.”
