Elayne checked her own in the stand-mirror, relieved to see she was main-Small Sacrifices483taming her composure. Strange, but he had looked familiar. He stumbled back against the writing table, staring and trying not to turn red. If she intended to kill him, a shove of her wrist right there would drive the dagger straight up into his brain.
She made her knife disappear; there was no way she could hide a blade under those feathers, but she did. When word arrived Of Colavaere's coronation, and the rumors from Cairhien that you had gone to Tar Valon began to sound more real. Too many sisters saw little need for courtesy. At least he did not wear a sword.
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