She stood a good three paces from the tub, and the Maidens had all backed into a watching ring. Gathering herself, she strained to reach the Source, expecting the weaves to shatter. With a snort, she tugged her straw hat straight, wheeled her mare around—well, dragged her around—and heeled the stout animal to a walk. Not likely Tylin was up there; not likely she would appear in the stableyard.
Still, smooth-cheeked like Edarra or as leathery-faced as white-haired Sorilea, they carried themselves with a self-possession easily matching the Aes Sedai's. When it comes to Aes Sedai, if you hid this cup in a meadow, he'd still manage to step on it inside three paces. That sister is waiting for us. Dobraine simply nodded, as if to say of course, shrugged to say he had never intended to question, but Havien went bright red.
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