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1) Ingtar most likely slew the guards at the dog gate, allowing the Trollocs in, so therefore Hurin should have smelled violence on him (see below quote). Was a Black Ajah member or Ishy able to ward against that?
"Their throats were cut," Ingtar said. "Both good men, and yet they were butchered like pigs. It was done from inside. Someone killed them, then opened the gate. Someone would get close to them without suspicion. Someone they knew."2) In reference to the order to bar the gates, I am aware what the Encyclopedia says, but I disagree with it. Ingtar could easily have pretended the message came from Agelmar and the guards would not question it. And Moiraine, with all her belief in ta'veren, probably would not have thought it necessary.
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Doing my wotrr and have 2 questions on TGH
1) Why does Hurin not pick up the smell of violence on Ingtar given his deeds the night the Horn was stolen?
2) Who gives the order to bar the gates to anyone leaving Fal Dara before the Horn is stolen? It seems to me that Ingtar would be the most obvious suspect, however, it seems many believe it was Moraine.
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A sound disturbed Metilda from concentrating on her book, "I've Mastered Oil Painting on Mushrooms: And So Can You!". Frowning, Metilda pushed her glasses back up her nose and continued reading. The sound once again disturbed her.
What on earth is that rumble? The sound happened once again. Ah yes, that must be my stomach. I haven't eaten since yesterday.
Frowning some more, Metilda closed her book and made her way to the kitchens. The people she passed seemed to be scurrying alot more than normal, but she didn't really take note.
As she entered the dining hall, again she frowned. They were empty. What a shame as she was hoping to share her new-found knowledge on the best way to prep a mushroom before applying plaster. She made her way into the kitchen to consult the cook.
"Excuse me, but I would like a meal please. Wild mushroom soup? Or maybe mushroom risotto? Either would be splendid."
The cook did not respond. Frowning, Metilda pushed her glasses back up her nose and looked around the kitchen. Ah yes, the cook is not here. Now that is odd. Metilda sat on a stool, opened her book, and continued to read. The rumbling continued, but this time Metilda blocked it out.