Selene, he said softly, are you an Aes Sedai? Aes Sedai, she almost spat, flinging his hands away. Byar looked troubled, but before he could speak, Muadh appeared with one of the prisoners. I told you, Selene, I want no part of greatness. All four Aes Sedai wore their shawls, as Sheriam did; blue-fringed for Sheriam, red for the swarthy woman by the table, green, white, and gray for the three around the arches.
She fisted him in the ribs, hard, and wriggled out from under him with an oath in a language he did recognize, but he was beyond noticing. She knows. Boys waved wooden swords, and girls played with carved dolls, some announcing that hers was the Amyrlin Seat. He held the watch long into the night, letting the others sleep.
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