Now Egwene shifted her cloak and smoothed her own gold-embroidered, green silk dress and glanced at Elayne, in blue slashed with cream, hoping Nynaeve had been right. There was a mile between the two vessels, but Domon knew there was no hope of escape, and he meant to deliver the man back to Captain Egeanin as safely as if he had been cradled in his mother's arms. Her voice held steady, though, matching her smooth cheeks. I would not count on them staying on their knees, Ingtar said dryly.
These Darkfriends have gained at least a day on us already, and I mean to make up as much of it as I can tomorrow. Thom appeared on the steps, limping as though his right leg did not bend as well as it had. It's empty, my Lord. It must be one or the other.
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