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There really was nothing to do but straighten her green coat, glance into the stand-mirror to make sure of her hair—and take his hand. With a final frown and a mutter half under her breath that she was probably making a mistake, she jerked her head for them to follow again, to a flat-roofed house right opposite. Colavaere could not be fast enough to take me in, once she learned who I am. The tail end of the column appeared, followed by more Tara-558A CROWN OF SWORDSboners, who were joined by their countrymen they passed.

g for Vanora, with her ready laugh and her skill with horses, daring to gallop where others feared to walk. No need to shriek like a cat, Nynaeve growled, appearing in the stairwell. His sweat seemed to be tears of regret. Myrelle left the tent first, then a man in just boots and breeches who had to duck low through the doorflaps, a bared sword in his hand and scars crisscrossing his lightly furred chest.