As Nynaeve followed Mistress Anan in, she smiled. When she first came to Ebou Dar, she had been told the story of a woman made to crawl to the . Channeling, Elayne floated one of the tall armchairs to her and sat, composing her skirts. That would be justice, Egwene agreed, but not unless you two face full justice yourselves.
Min wished she dared speak up, dared say something to soothe him. What about you? How are we different from them?There was only silence. Whatever punishment you decree, we accept humbly, of course, but please, I beg you to believe that— Oh, stand up, Elayne broke in impatiently. Carefully arranged evergreen branches filled the swept hearth, and the lintel above the fireplace was carved, not plain stonework.
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