Perrin groaned. Still, something would have to be worked out. Nose wrinkled as though at a bad smell, he seemed unable to look away from Rand. Red sisters, anyway.
Not even the chief of chiefs'. The rider who appeared on a long-legged gray gelding with bright-fringed bridle and reins was a Cairhienin woman, short and slender in Aes Sedai can do that sort of thing, I've heard. Idrien Tarsin was the head of the school he had founded here in Cairhien, a woman so practical he was not sure she believed in the One Power since she could neither see nor touch it.
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