Poor Nynaeve. If only she could see Elayne, see all her children once more. er Talent for Compulsion—but in any case, the woman scurried away, eager to obey, and left her alone. On unsteady hands and knees, she stared blankly at a sword and boots and green coat someone had thrown down on the deck.
Someone must have been awaiting orders of the sort, because Baroc was only gone moments before a slim, pretty young man with a single thin rin It mightA Morning of Victory277well be treason! Siuan had been dividing her attention between her horse and the men on the ridge, and she did not look at Myrelle, but she stiffened. His eyes were locked to Toram Riatin and the skinny fellow. The Acs Sedai's smile, as she adjusted her green-fringed shawl, was not nearly so pleasant as her voice.
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