It would be excruciating. In the streets of the city, Olver might well elude eight men until he appeared back at the palace at sunset. Their Warders trotted alongside, hands gripping sword hilts and eyes never resting on one spot; clearly they th The Tower must be whole, Elaida agreed, rubbing her hands together.
And Elayne silenced her with a touch on the arm and a whisper too low for Aviendha to hear. Hands pulled her up, shoved her forward, bending her to go under the edge of a large tent with the sides raised all around. Despite her head, she offered a small prayer for Nynaeve and Elayne. Something rustled in the dead leaves among the trees.
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