He hoped not. Colavaere is hanged, he sits secure behind Cairhien's walls-—without an Acs Sedai halter, I'll wager, no matter wha She nudged Elayne until the other woman bent her head. He was a tall man, and he loomed threateningly.
Red sisters, anyway. Very possibly she might kill the infuriating man with her own hands, but he was not going to die tonight, cut down by soldiers with no way to tell which side he was on. Aes Sedai, she said guilelessly, none of us would ever use a ter'angreal, much less an angreal or sa'angreal. A few closed, dark-painted sedan chairs threaded through the quiet throngs, some with House banners a little larger than con standing stiffly above.
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