Nynaeve throttled her braid with both hands. Derys came bearing her tray, distributing cups of dark tea. One of these days, she said dryly, you will be too smart for your own good. Who would suspect that this time he had not gone, but been taken? Something very like a giggle rose in her.
I won't let them be hurt, Rand. I heard there was . And the Forsaken, of course. Are you listening to me, Lan? Tarasin Palace, he said in flat voice, without shifting his gaze.
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