she said before she could stop herself, and only just managed not to say Moghedien's name. Black and white stones scattered across the polished wooden floor around him; the silver pitcher bounced and splashed wine. She gave the oath in bitter tones, then looked up. She was not yet used to admitting she was, really.
An untamed rogue who travels with Acs Sedai, a ta 'veren who, I think, makes them a little afraid. He found Rand seated on a wooden crate with his elbows on his knees. Under her breath, she spoke the irrevocable words that had been used only twice before hi the thousand-year history of Andor. Her fists planted themselves on her hips, and her face became deadly serious.
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