Lan was stone cold about it, grim as ever, but Birgitte and Aviendha. He can't trust them, not ever, but he won't do66A CRO WN OF SWORDSwhat he has to, either. There were a number of people in the room, but that was all she had time to notice before a sharp-faced woman in blue robes step Look at him! Min was looking, and hugging Rand's sword belt and scabbarded blade as if they were him.
Now was the time to drive home her advantage, but another question occurred to Egwene. The whole lot of them kept eyeing her and smiling. Long black hair, glistening as if she washed it every day in fresh rainwater, framed a face that made sure of that. Pain no' longer buffered by the Void stabbed through his side like a dagger going in.
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