Something made Nynaeve look over her shoulder. Mother, I cannot understand this apparent alliance between the Greens and the Reds. As the doors closed behind the Cairhienin, the innkeeper came to the table. Suddenly he noticed that the others were looking at him, Verin and Ingtar, Mat and Perrin.
Sometimes he found himself looking at the Daughter-Heir, Elayne, and at such times he was filled with odd th Nynaeve stalked stiffly to her bed and stood staring at the wall behind it, her fist clenched at her side. I had never thought, he said slowly, that I might not be the first of us to die. I have no interest in farms, or sheep, or shepherds.
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