It was Riallin again, supporting a short stocky woman in a dark blue dress, with hair more gray than not and a blunt face. The gold-and-crystal cage arched through the air and suddenly stopped, floating at the very spot where it seemed the Bore was, the place where the Pattern lay thinnest of all. What suggestion? Samitsu demanded. No door or window broke the featureless stone walls of her small prison, and there were no glowbulbs or even lamps, but light came from somewhere.
Her hands trembled as she reached up to take his head between them. Siuan Sanche is Aes Sedai, Egwene said coldly, and so are Nynaeve al'Meara and Elayne Trakand. You are not Calle Coplin, she told herself firmly. The woman could teach Acs Sedai how to pull themselves together quickly.
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