At least he was not one of the Forsaken; those faces he knew. It22A CROWN OF SWORDSwould cover the sound of the wetlanders' horses and wagons. Nynaeve and Elayne could be counted too, of course, and Birgitte certainly, even if she was not Acs Sedai, but they were a long way off. Anyway, he would not be that foolish.
He spotted the peeling blue door of The Golden Crown of Heaven and shuddered at the thought of taking the women in there if the storm broke, despite what Beslan said. They really did trot, not pausing, but at least half their attention was on Siuan and the other two sisters, over near the treeline. The once-white silk shift, the only garment left to her, tore again as she slid on the loose rocks, scraping her welts. How could they not? They were Aes Sedai.
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