way Yarin had his eyes closed and was muttering prayers under his breath pointed to Domon-and fixed him with a stare like a spike. He had no time to wonder what he was doing. Four dressed like Min, in plain dark woolens, hurried on their way with trays. Mat went in one, and nothing happened to him.
Yet not as nervously as he would have once, Perrin thought. No longer able to channel the flow of the One Power. His land was destroyed while he was a child, and he would not claim a crown, but he was a king, for that. A murmur of anticipation ran through the listeners, and some even took a step forward, toward the floating, crimson shape, their eyes lifted, rapturous.
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