But she should understand; Meri-lille had taught her, too. Mat had seen Myrddraal move, but this fellow was quicker, hard as that was to believe. Min, or Amys, or Cadsuane for that matter. Too late, she clamped both hands over her mouth.
More images, more flaring colors, but all Min needed was the red-fringed shawl looped over her plump arms. Even so, to Egwene, it all felt. The game is yours, he told her, and the Queen of Andor nodded. expected indignation and argument.
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