Which made no more sense. Having him oppose her, she realized suddenly, might be as bad as having the Hall against her, and never mind the army. Mat eyed them warily, mentally daring them to say a word more—just one word!—but once he asked after Ny-naeve and Elayne, he quit worrying what they suspected. Egwene, for one, though he was not sure how that friendship would survive her becoming Amyrlin.
And word of his queries would seep to the palace, sure as dirt soiled your hands. Oddly, a slight tinge of jealousy touched it once, just for an instant, when she glanced at Min. Husband, she murmured, Sevanna said it would only remain open a short while. A slender young man entered, limping slightly, a dark lad with sharp eyes that flicked by Mat with barely a pause.
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