The Windfinders can channel, she murmured hastily688A CROWN OF SWORDSinto her hand. At the other end of the street, a good hundred mounted men swung long-pointed lances down. The scowl faded. Do not grow petulant, Master Cauthon.
But that one tapestry of a battle, of a lone swordsman surrounded by enemies and about to be overwhelmed—that definitely had to go. You belong to me, and I will not let you go. With Nicola and Areina's bowstrings dampened a little more, it was time to turn her attention to Rand. Nynaeve followed with a sigh that could have been heard back in the Palace.
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