Egwene, there are only forty novices in the Tower. Be quiet now, Mat, Ingtar put in, unless you want to give us away. She felt only a vague sadness as she stepped toward the creature; the deep crooning that drew her closer suppressed feeling. Grimacing, Nynaeve swung her fist back against the wall; the ring dug at her palm.
Then he saw the shawl she had wrapped tightly around her, with its long, red fringe. And since you're the only Aiel we know, he finished, well, it could be you. Forget playing the Great Game, Thom. What he could not buy, because it was too expensive or too large, he collected by seeing and remembering.
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