Nearly twenty more Maidens clustered at one end of the windowless, dark-paneled room. Until that happened, Sevanna spoke as the clan chief since she was the widow of the last chief. Maps littered the stone floor behind the throne on its dais, rolled or folded or spread out where he had left them. Why was she struggling so hard to keep a difficult job that had offered few thanks from Cairhienin even before some began
We will hold your confidence close, Egwene al'Vere, Amys said gravely. Not at all soothing. I paid for it myself. A bit firmer still, and she could actually step inside and be a part of the dream.
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