More of the ships-high-sided and stout, with lanterns topping their masts-crowded the moon-streaked river, already loaded or waiting their turn. It was a little, windowless room, as all novices' rooms were. And there's no Aes Sedai with you now? None at all? None. Her nails dug into her palms with the effort of not scratching wildly.
The order, Tema. They were angling to the west of here, Lord Rand. Perhaps I will be the one who places the collar around your lovely throat. Rand's saddlebags lay by his feet, buckles undone, flap thrown back where the banner had been hidden.
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