No, it was best to know, and better soon than late. No sister would disobey an Amyrlin, not directly at least, yet many decrees required a hundred other things ordered to implement them. I want to know what those fool bloody women are up to. And Birgitte.
What was all that twisting around while he was spilling his eyes all over you? he muttered as they crossed the Mol Kara. Finally the red-haired woman finished—or rather Sorilea cut her short with a few words—and the lot turned to face Rand. Or two, she added after a moment, nodding. Instead she kept her head very steady, so that every drop went down her throat.
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