A stiff salt breeze up from the bay carried a touch of coolness, for a wonder, but the night felt oppressive to Nyna-eve. For a man lucky to be alive, he found it remarkably hard to pull up any good thoughts. Keeping her promises to Master Cauthon—Mat—and to herself was going to be difficult, but nothing he said or did could touch her. They still seemed to think they could deal with Rand, one way or another, and with the Wise Ones, but Taim and the Asha'man put the fear of the Light into them.
We don't need your help. Just a pile of filth that must be safely cleared before Elayne was crowned in Caemlyn. Mother, I can hardly recall every— No dancing around, Sheriam. Did you swear fealty to me? Kiruna's eyes popped as though something had struck her in the pit of her stomach.
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