He shrugged. Not a particularly pretty man, but those eyes made up for a too-long nose. He suspected some still would the day after Tarmon Gai'don began. The three women settled themselves cross-legged, spreading their skirts neatly, only a few paces from what seeme
As long as she could have kept her mask on. That last was for Nynaeve and Elayne. Blood and flaming—! Mat drew a deep breath. She was going to make Lan hers once and for all.
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