The Bow/ of the Winds319That name got through to Nynaeve, as well it might. For an instant a race hidden behind a red mask filled his vision. She almost wished Elaida had gone to someone else. He had never thought of her wearing a dress like other women.
Her honor is her own, Bair said, frowning at Amys, but I have another question. Abruptly her head broke surface. What could be keeping Birgitte? How long did it take to tell a man to present himself first thing in the morning? Light, the whole effort was useless, and it was long past time for bed. Underneath, he was still Rand.
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