In her few days in Tar Valon, Nynaeve had seen only serenity in the Aes Sedai, and a smiling acceptance of events coming in their own time. Rand nodded. Maybe Nynaeve can. Why don't they leave him alone, Mat put in.
He took a mug of brown ale from a serving girl and drew a long swallow. Their horses blacked the summer plain, their banners blacked the sky. Dark hair that hung to his shoulders and a long beard that left his upper lip bare framed a round face, but Remembering Sheriam's instruction, Nynaeve tottered forward and knelt before the Amyrlin.
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