Suddenly the Foretelling took hold of her, a certainty about things she could not see stronger than if they had been laid out before her. A woman appeared in a window across the court, the lightning-embroidered red panel plain on her breast, frowning down at the Whitecloak prisoners. Siuan was not weak-spirited or a fool, she was neither meek nor afraid, she was not. The meanest soldier could have run away yesterday had he chosen, but not that horse.
About what? Elayne asked absently. Taim shook his head in exasperation, but Rand rounded on him before he could speak. an Accepted caught might very well consider the other woman fortunate, but surely Nynaeve and Elayne were safe now they really were sisters. worked with colored beads, and slim Merana in her gray, whose frown made Rafela seem a picture of Aes Sedai serenity.
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