They are Wise Ones, the other woman said in a flat tone, and Sevanna understood bitterly. Everyone would believe Doraise and Kiyoshi and Farellien had exposed the other two. Does it really matter a whit whether they begin mucking out stalls tomorrow or next year? That was surely as much as the novices and Accepted with the rebels would have to face. Gloves of thin black leather went on to cover the golden-maned heads on the backs of his hands and the herons branded on his palms.
They're worried, Rand, and if they are sweating, you can be sure some Cairhienin is thinking about doing, something. No, do not stand; please. Egwene filled her teacup again, setting it and the blue-glazed honeypot on the corner of the table nearest Siuan, but the other woman only stared at them. The Black Ajah seemed her only fixed point.
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