It was so easy. Hurin was in his saddle, too, and Loial stood beside his big horse's head. A raven stared him in the eye, knowing him, and was gone. Her white mare was the only one of their mounts not dancing at the gruff barks coming from the grolm.
No more, Loial. resist being moved. His moods grew worse, blacker, and he raged that this was not what was meant to be. Both men's topknots were snow-white.
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