For a wetlander? Whatever he promised you, Sevanna, Rhiale said with a scowl, it cannot be worth this. And the Hand will have Morgase when your need for her is done. escaped with a few stares and a little censure if all you and Moiraine had done was pass his bond between you. Around them lay the evidence: a few low tents still standing, blankets, a cookpot, a rag doll, all sorts of rubbish lying where it had fallen.
She looked down. Which should have been a warning beacon. Except perhaps me. Every so often Mistress Anan looked over her shoulder to make sure they still followed.
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