Unconsciously she stroked the blue fringe on her shawl. Merilille's hair was glossy black, yet Elayne would not have been surprised to learn she had worn the shawl as long or longer than most women not Aes Sedai lived. Finally she gave a start and stood, straightening her dress, plainly preparing to go. Myrelle holds my bond, now, he said quietly.
Faile was no woman to do meekly as her husband told her, if such a woman existed. Her breeches were brocaded green silk, her blouse blue, and her sash red like the man's. they were alive faded behind him, he found Rand. Tall buildings stood crowded together, blocky structures with scabrous once-white plaster gone in huge patches to reveal rotting red brick, bordering narrow streets with broken paving stones.
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