—no reason at all, but if she had made the trip to Tar Valon, maybe she would walk across the Mol Kara. Someryn shifted her skirts, pressing her knuckles against Sevanna's thigh as the gray cube rose a pace into the air. Colavaere, silent and accusing, with all the Maidens who had died for him arrayed behind her in silent staring ranks, all the women who died because of him. Caraline looked to neither side as they rode through the camp, but whenever they came near those men in red coats, her mouth tightened.
I'll see what I can arrange, he said dryly, stuffing the medallion into a coat pocket. That was as long as Nynaeve's shock held. She still used those rooms occasionally—they held associations with the power of the Amyrlin Seat in some minds—but she resided here, and worked here more often than not. I doubt anyone thought I would return—so soon.
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