Putting on a hooded cloak that Corana handed him, Rand held his wrists together behind his back, and Sulin bound them with a cord. There's too much we do because Aes Sedai have always done it that way. With a last frown for the seamstress, Nynaeve bent to pick up the arrow. Of course, the seamstress's own dress would look fine with a more modest neckline and much less lace.
She felt the blood draining from her face; her hands and feet were suddenly icy. It would hardly have done much good to discover that, now would it? I didn't know about Nisao, either. Modarra nodded toward the cube. A tiny slip of paper lay next to Niall's outstretched hand, the sort used in sending messages by pigeon.
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