Masuri started—Browns seemed to go off in daydreams fairly often—stared at the Green sister blankly, then directed her stare at Perrin. Dodging through the crowds, past the coaches and sedan chairs and wagons that seemed to think they had no reason to slow, Mistress Anan set a fast pace to make up for interruptions. I went to Colavaere's apartments. Rand only stared at her, silent.
Laerad never wasted words, and he would never say which boy, who in truth could be anyone without gray hair, to Laerad. She turned her head just a fraction, so she could see them as well as Falion and Ispan. Min crawled nearer. Those three faces gave away little as they watched Mer-ana come from the corner where she had been sealed off.
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