She transferred that scowl to Mat Cauthon, and if it altered a whit, it was to deepen. Fewer than half the Ebou Dari staggered to then feet, dazed and stumbling. Nynaeve spluttered, eyes going wide with outrage. It seemed.
The Asha'man frowned at her. The surviving wagons had been hauled up to the hilltop yesterday, in the afternoon, once men could find strength to do more than thank the Light they still breathed. Samitsu and the raven-haired Aes Sedai wore yellow-fringed shawls and had jaws set every bit as firmly as Bera or Kiruna, yet Cadsuane's stern stare made all four appear hesitant. I have told you all you need know.
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