"Save yourself, Garion!" Lelldorin shouted, his face deadly pale.
"No!" Garion sheathed his sword, pulled in beside his friend and took his
arm, steadying
him in the saddle. Together they galloped toward the tor
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The tor women on line for chat was a great jumble of earth and stone thrusting up above women on line for chat the
tallest trees around it. Their horses scrambled and clattered
up the side
among the wet boulders. When they reached the small flat area at the top of
the tor where the pack animals huddled together, trembling in the rain,
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slowly to one side.
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Lelldorin's breathing was shallow and very fast. His face was still a
deadly white, and his legs women on line for chat would not hold him. Garion held him up, a sick
fear in the pit of
his stomach. Hettar took the wounded man's other arm,
and between them they half carried him to where Aunt Pol knelt, opening her
bundle.
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she told them. "Garion, give me
your knife."
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Lelldorin's