Not here, Loial said slowly. Every stone of it is tainted. So that is what ails Mat, Loial said softly. It sounded foolish, to his ear, but Verin had said act as he had with the Amyrlin Seat, and that was the answer Lan had given him.
Min had kept her breeches and baggy man's shirt under a boy's brown cloak and coat, with an old, wide-brimmed hat pulled down over her short hair. Yes, Moiraine said finally, much better to let a sleeping lion sleep. Just another Leash Holder with a Leashed One, and a local girl hurrying along behind with a bundle belonging to the sul'dam. What is that thing? A ter'angreal.
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