Nynaeve throttled her braid with both hands. She bit her tongue, and boiled inside. Anyone who knew her saw her intelligence, but only after a time did you realize that for all her brains, she saw what she wanted to see, would try to make true what she wanted to be true. Have I made myself clear? The two women standing on the other side of the table murmured hastily that she had, then exchanged long looks.
Her smooth tone faltered for one instant. That was one of the old378A CROWN OF SWORDSmemories; Dal Calain had vanished in the Trolloc Wars. See also Questioners. There was little discussion; they were the Elders, but she was the Eldest.
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