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or something like, occasionally asking her blessing, which she gave with a simple ''The Light bless you, my child. It was the Black Ajah they latched on to. At least two dozen ships were burning out on the wide expanse of the bay, maybe more, engulfed in flame from end to end. Strange, if she was Aes Sedai.

I am Elayne's Warder. Wiping broad, floury hands on a piece of white toweling, Enid studied Nynaeve and Elayne disapprovingly. Every stitch she owned was silk or embroidered or both, all cut with what Aviendha had learned to recognize as fine care. Shirtless dockmen in stained green leather vests hurried by, carrying sacks on their shoulders or rolling