Merana should have had some word to send, if only that she and the rest of the embassy had gone to Cairhien. That was as long as Nynaeve's shock held. The watcher followed and listened. He burst out onto the top floor, not much brighter than the stairwell with only one window at the street end, burst into a scene from nightmare.
A blind man in another country could have sensed the temper around Rand, and Rhuarc was no fool. of copper-skinned Domani, the men in short coats if they wore one, the women in wool or linen so thin it clung like silk. Forgive me, Mother, she said finally. As she sat, spreading her robe gracefully, Alwhin barked again.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.