Gilded carving covered both the only chair—no one sat in her presence now—and the writing table, but in the stark style of Cairhien. Her mask was a great spray of pitch black feathers with a sharp black beak; a raven. Whatever madness has come before gentling is arrested but not cured, and if it is done soon enough, the rotting death brought by the taint can be averted. I won't see men die because you suddenly think you see a better way, and the Dark One take what everyone else thinks.
Deciding who to trust was always the difficulty, and trust a razor's edge. She wouldn't have wanted her face too smooth, after all. Not waiting for anyone else, she drew a knife from her sleeve—popping most of those few threads—and gave it a fl Each wore a bristling quiver on his right hip and a stout, long-bladed knife, almost a short-sword, on his left.
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