Wait! Elaida pulled down the hand she had stretched out unaware. Anybody opening a gateway inside a space that little risked cutting her in two, however small he wove it. For one so beautiful, she was a tough woman. Matters would go a deal smoother if that pair was always so meek—well, not meek exactly; Seonid's neck was stiff as a rod.
Pura had never been Acs Sedai, and this woman. The unrelieved drab dark gray she always wore, however it made her sweat, only added to the gloom. Whatever was about to happen plainly was for Acs Sedai alone. Unless he could find some way to make Nynaeve and Elayne leave Ebou Dar before tonight, everybody was going to know.
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