The al'Meara girl might well provide a handle on al'Thor, coming from the same village. A great many wilders, every one staring at the Aes Sedai as if at flea-ridden curs covered with running sores, tracking mud over a new rug. hi fact, she managed to compress her mouth to a thin line, no small feat. An Aes Sedai's shield was a crystal carapace, a seamless sphere woven of Spirit, but however transparent it appeared, it might as well have been steel.
Why she was still traveling with them, Egwene could not understand; it was hardly likely that Areina believed the Horn of A tall, dark, hook-nosed man stared back at her coldly, the long hilt of a sword rising above his shoulder. The other woman seemed lost in thought. OfA Touch on the Cheek369course, Sword-Lieutenant.
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