"His cousin, Lack-eye, fought to control the helm, his legs splayed, arms quivering at the tiller's broad wheel."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.22

"He glared over his shoulder with a pale blue eye."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.22

"Lack-eye would never answer again. Standing rigid at the wheel of Rheni's Dream, the helmsman stared straight ahead into the gathering night, his one remaining eye white with frost."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.26