The dais was on its side, the throne that had stood atop it just gilded flinders where it had been smashed against a wall. Tod al'Caar, a year younger than Perrin, let out a long breath, as if seeing what lay below for the first time. Perrin did not feel like grinning at all. Nevin nicked my leg on the second pass, then slipped on the third so I ran him through the heart instead of his sword-arm.
If only it had been someone other than Cadsuane. She drew a troubled breath. Egwene dropped onto her folding chair with a groan, and of course the legs shifted and nearly deposited her on the carpet. Staring at the women.
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