They both stared at her, but thank the Light, neither followed as she snatched the lantern from its hook and hurried out. The Aiel wore scowls, for the heartbeat that needing to veil might slow them, but the Sea Folk might well know what a veil meant, and it would hardly do for them to think they were under attack. You just finished promising to do as I say. The beginning went by quickly, a sketchy blur.
Reaching the long stone quay that ran the whole length of the river side of the city, he paused, studying the gray docks stretching out into the river and the ships tied to them. Mistress Anan was out, it seemed—she was always organizing soup kitchens for refugees or leaping into some other good Moiraine was the only viewing of hers that had ever failed. Egwene's eyes fell on the papers on the writing table, and her thoughts drifted under Halima's stroking fingers.
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