You have a little while longer. The more-than-phimp Wise Woman had not been the only one following Nynaeve and Lan. They had no part in the world beyond the cities they had built so long ago and seldom visited now except to make repairs. A small clear green stone hung on her forehead from a fine golden chain fastened in black hair that fell in waves to her shoulders.
, the fever that said they were alive and would live to see another sunrise if they had to wade waist-deep in blood. Go back to that boat landing and wait for Thorn. The face she turned up to him might have been carved from some dark ice, and she reeked of affront. He lowered his hand to his side before it could touch the foxhead under his clothes.
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