We do not even know how long we'll be in Cairhien. She took Egwene's hand and pulled her out of the room. The women at the entrance to the women's apartments looked up calmly as they came closer. The man who called himself Bors ground his teeth, both at the lack of information and at the implication of sameness between himself and the servant, but he followed in silence.
He did not slow down, but rather hurried along as if he could burn away some of his frustration through physical exertion. As you wish it, Shienaran. I must punish you severely for this. Saidin? No! Sometimes it is necessary to Sheath the Sword in your own flesh.
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