Removing the sack from his shoulder, he sat. My Lord Dragon, Berelain said, smiling, there is still the matter of the Atha'an Miere. Due course? he began, voice rising in disbelief, but Nynaeve cut him short. Her gaze was more than direct; it was challenging.
I say, let us sit where Elaida put us, and continue to fold our hands and hold our tongues. It's the Acs Sedai, she announced in tones of conviction. Or she could. I want to know what those fool bloody women are up to.
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