Our master would disapprove, as I am surely needed here more than you, and you fear him more than you fear being made damane. One of Mat's eggs hit the floor and cracked. The dim light of a single lamp suffused the room, and he was surprised to see Nynaeve, knitting in a rocking chair on the other side of the lone bed, its covers still in place. Their sign is a blood-red shepherd's crookRagan (rah-GAHN): A Shienaran warrior, Red Shields: See Aiel warrior societies.
Adeleas turned to study the Draghkar as if it were a puzzling passage in one of her books. I can see it. One was too many. I have to go now! Tangled up in what, Nynaeve? What is it you couldn't bear? No, Nynaeve.
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