Children darted from every second door with chipped pottery cups of water, sent by their mothers in case the Wise Women wished a drink. In a way, that anybody could still hear from any of their eyes-and-ears at all was one of Moghedien's gifts. Balwer gave a start and began dry-washing his hands. Balance? Rand murmured, eyebrows lifting.
For a moment she stood looking at the opening. They must be done away with. Carridin! he cried. A deft weave of all Five Powers, and his tanned cheek was unblemished.
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