Her eyes fell on Chesa, hunched over her sewing, and she all but gasped with relief. Slowly he became aware of the Maidens talking among themselves. Although the army camp held thirty times or more as many people as the Acs Sedai camp, there seemed to be few mor Revelers danced and cavorted hi the street behind her, filling the air with laughter and song and the scent of perfume.
knife she carried unsheathed was no use against the mist-shapes, but Padan Fain might still be alive out there. The two Wise Ones follqwed closely, talking softly and watching him; Nandera and the Maidens followed,' watching everything else. Publicly Gray, Jarna had never shown any interest in the ter'angreal no one knew a use for—until the day she became snared in one untried for centuries. That man would find some way to set the whole scheme awry.
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