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Moghedien was wrong. She must reside in the Tower itself. A small army, only a few thousand, though it would have seemed fair-sized before the Aiel brought their numbers across the Dragonwall. She drew the finger down the gash.

The speaker stalked down the hall toward them, a woman with a touch of gray in her hair, a strong face and a commanding voice. In thisInto Cairhien131city, even the alleys made a grid. A massive ball of gold-washed silver, with leopards for feet and handle and another crouched on the lid, it required both of her hands and wavered a little as she carefully filled Rand's cup. Most sisters behaved as though they were still only Accepted.