Take your places again, she ordered. Bair's voice was thin and high, yet strong, a reed of iron. Oh, kiss a flaming goat if I know what I mean. Some would be stilled, of course—Sheriam, a few of the more prominent so-called Sitters—but only sufficient to make the rest fear putting a foot wrong again; not enough.
Toram showed his teeth on seeing the heron engraved on the blade Rand had unsheathed. Maybe he could follow them down at a distance. Without a pause he transferred his amusement to Rand. One, not much taller than she, fell in at her shoulder without a word and escorted her back to her rooms, where t
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