You are in Ebou Dar, now. ' 'Gareth Bryne hardly requires enough of my time to interfere with that. The black hood turned in Sevanna's direction for a moment, but the da 'tsang quickly bent to pick up ano Someone shouted hi a rough voice about real women being warmer, and a number in the crowd laughed.
If we give Nynaeve—and the Trakand girl, for that matter— to Moghedien, she would forgive us a hundred sa'angreal. Bashere contented himself with a bow of his head—he was uncle to a queen, after all—but Dashiva cried out, All hail Rand al'Thor, King of the World! Flinn and the other Asha'man took it up. Rand did not care how they grimaced and frowned; if he could face Nandera and the rest of the Maidens aft h made no sense at all, but maybe the Queen thought she needed some excuse for such a valuable present.
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