She sounded surprisingly calm, considering her screams. Ingtar glanced at her, but the Aes Sedai was staring at the smudged ground, where her foot had obliterated the symbol. The leash and collar trailed across the cobblestones behind them, clinking. This is a nightmare.
One such, a woman named Deain, who thought she could do better serving the Emperor - he was not Emperor then, of course - since he Nynaeve could feel Aginor weakening, feel his efforts to strike at her grow more feeble and more frantic. The gray stone column stood upright near a beech almost a hundred feet tall and four paces thick; Rand would have thought it a big tree before he saw the Great Trees. The hour waits on no woman, Sheriam replied.
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