So who? And how? He glanced sideways at Ingtar, wondering if the Shienaran was lying. Find the Horn for me. The unseen watcher flashed through his head, and the wind on the tower top. If the girl shows as much initiative in Tar Valon, she thought wryly, she will sit in the Amyrlin Seat one day.
I suppose. And of accepting what she saw. Under a neat slash beneath his right arm, precise as a tailor's cut, he could feel warm dampness spreading down his ribs. People were returning to their tasks.
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