Like the pieces of a blacksmith's puzzle, all fell into place, and Seaine's eyebrows tried to climb onto her scalp. Anything else only brought greater pain. There were squares everywhere, always with a statue larger than life on a pedestal or a splashing fountain that only emphasized the heat, always packed with people. Idrien fainted when she found him.
He had planned out what he had to say very carefully on the way here. Small spaces remained clear around the Black sisters, and around Nynaeve; they saw to that themselves. Serancha was a prig then, and still is. Even his bow and his smile seemed dry and precise, but as his eyes flicked from her to the other women, Morgase d
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