He caught her look, and his sister's, and held up his hands as if to fend them off with his sheathed sword. I had thought I must take him to Tar Valon to cure it, but with so many sisters present, it might be done here. Sit, both of you. The cloak opened, unfolding into great wings like a bat's.
The dangers of the Ways are not to be faced with a sword in your hand, not charging Aiel or ravening Trollocs. Any Wisdom was touchy about her authority, but Nynaeve was touchier than most. Fal Dara is yours. There are murders done, now.
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