n, but only the most credulous could have believed, and she doubted that the worst gossipmonger in the markets still told the tale. Contentment rolled off of them in waves, a very grim contentment. Does-it matter, so long as they obey? It matters, Rand said. Nynaeve stumbled over her own feet and let go of her braid to lift her skirts.
I hear you were sent off by her, too, at the same time. It was Logain, practically on my doorstep, that lured me away from my roses. Worse, by the smirky, self-satisfied little smile the other woman gave her, she knew very well what had been in her head. I wanted to kick him, but it is not done, kicking the Car'a'-cara.
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