en, slid by along with nightmares where Acs Sedai with switches chased her through endless corridors, where misshapen things lurche He turned, and stopped, crouching against the spire. He nodded, then again, more briskly. Her honor is her own, Bair said, frowning at Amys, but I have another question.
I'm sure Elaida has some nasty surprise hidden behind her skirts, but we don't. What is a seedy farmboy doing in Ebou Dar? How did he—? Don't bother me with foolish questions, Shiaine. Here in Tel'aran'rhiod, you could be however you wanted, whatever you wanted. For a moment, Merana wondered whether Cadsuane's wits might be wandering.
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