They smiled and rapped his knuckles when he tried to snatch a loaf of bread or just a bit of honey-glazed turnip. The tea at The Rose was as bad as ever, which meant it was much better than the wine. Caraline looked to neither side as they rode through the camp, but whenever they came near those men in red coats, her mouth tightened. None of the other Aes Sedai showed any signs of giving way to emotion, and Merilille certainly was of sterner stuff.
Her head broke surface, and she gasped for breath amid floating cushions, staring in astonishment. The woman wanted to know everything, from the al'Thor boy's authority with the Aiel to why a Sea Folk Wavemistress was anchored in the river, from w Corele's smile widened in anticipation. For a moment she regarded Seaine silently, cool as a winter pond in her red-slashed silks, then glided to the carved sideboard where painted ivory miniatures of Seaine's family stood.
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