You were not only right, Mother, she said, looking Egwene straight in the eye, you were lenient. He made his finest leg, flourishing an imaginary cloak. I beg your forgiveness, Aes Sedai, she said leadenly. Soul of fire, heart of stone, in pride he conquers, forcing the proud to yield.
Rand stood shifting his feet, not at all like the Dragon Reborn. Her narrow face was fixed in petulant defiance, but not at Carridin. I live to serve you, Great Mistress. Great Master, I saw Mat Cau-thon.
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