It is very simple, she said in a firm voice. The towering case clock in the room behind her chimed Third Rise, and in the city gongs and bells pealed the hour, the sound faint here, so high above. Which frightened her more—that he might appear in the camp alone, raging, with three hundred or so Aes Sedai around him? Or that he might come with some of the Asha'man? Either way, a disaster. Especially since he was.
That was what pulled Nynaeve up short. Apparently even the Forsaken were a little uneasy about them. Lews Therin had told him things; he would never have escaped Galina's chest without the dead man's voice. It would be excruciating.
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