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For a moment Rand stared at him, looked through him. As he dismounted, two black-coated men came to him, saluting with fist pressed to heart. But, Cadsuane, Niande began urgently, that man is— I said, be quiet, the gray-haired Aes Sedai told her firmly. Mistress Anan was out, it seemed—she was always organizing soup kitchens for refugees or leaping into some other good

I will not have it! I call you to account, Merilille Ceandevin. You expected niore? Accidents do take some every year, or natural deaths, as with everyone else, and I fear the Kin have grown fewer in the last thousand years. As she passed an open area surrounded by ropes tied to posts driven into the ground, a gateway's silver slash of light flashed vivid in the darkness as it rotated open. She still used those rooms occasionally—they held associations with the power of the Amyrlin Seat in some minds—but she resided here, and worked here more often than not.