CHAPTER40DamaneEgwene dismounted as the Waygate opened, and when Liandrin motioned them through, she led the shaggy mare carefully out. But men often mistake revenge and killing for justice. He raised a hand to wave away the dust as it drifted toward him; it was the first move he had made. But you can't, anyway.
She had intended to go back to her room, but now she could not do it. Light, I did not think anything tasted worse than raw sheepstongue root. You are Nynaeve al'Maera, Accepted of the White Tower. But I cannot like it.
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