Falme, it was said, was the only town they held fast. When he had the last cord unfastened, he opened out what was folded inside with hands that felt numb, then stared at it, his mouth full of dust. Simple words-I am yours, Great Lord - and power will be yours. If that is how you want it, he said coldly.
Even Loial shifted nervously in his chair. I will take Hurin and a few others into the town. No one knows exactly what Machin Shin is, Verin said, unless, perhaps, it is the essence of madness and cruelty. Barbers, fruit-peddlers, knife-sharpeners, men and women offering a dozen services and a hundred things for sale, wandered through the crowds.
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