Elaida's eyes popped open to the dim light of a single lamp held by Alviarin, bending over her bed with a hand on her shoulder. Cowardice. She's no older than Elayne; you must have heard. These are the winter trade winds.
You girls stay where you are and keep silent. Where had they come from, and why? The rebels outside the city. We did have reasons, Mat; you must believe that. at she had been Morgase's nurse, and her mother's as well, but she never slipped in front of others.
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