She wished she did not have to listen one more time to a tale of two flighty girls who had spent all their money on fine clothes to impress a man. Most of the patrons seemed intent on their silver cups, though a pair of women in weaver's vests argued quietly, ignoring their wine punch and leaning across the table at one another. Go, cousin. Every one would jump if Ny-naeve or Elayne snapped her fingers, and keep jumping until told to stop.
It's good to be lucky, Mat croaked. Few women had two. The iron-bound gates stood open. Elayne had learned to duplicate dream ter'angreal, and she and Nynaeve had taken two with them, but the rest were in the Hall's possession now, along with the other sorts Elayne had made.
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