Muadh's voice was a hoarse, whispered growl, another leaving of the Darkfriends. Liandrin shifted her point of attack, but she did not retreat. I understand Morgase has only one son. She did not blink.
No matter, now. The apple Elayne dug out of her pocket was small and hard, but it crunched with a delicious sweetness when Nynaeve bit into it. Invited into the women's apartments, indeed. The air to Ba'alzamon's right wavered as if with heat, and a second country-clad figure hung suspended a little below Ba'alzamon.
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