For every dome that stood whole, ten were broken eggshells with the top hacked off or one side gone. she had never seen anyone half as good as they should be or pretended to be, and her flat tone turned every meaning head to heels. Not a light showed, there or anywhere in the Fortress. Nynaeve and I are Aes Sedai, and Aviendha might as well be.
No, don't speak. They moved as slowly as the ox-carts with goad-wielding drivers walking alongside, axles squealing in the stillness. After the third she stared straight ahead and tried in vain not to hear. She wore a man's coat and tight breeches, just like Selande and the rest of the women, with a sword on her hip.
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