I just wanted to get away from those women. Mat and Verin and the others were waiting by the doors. You were made for a purpose, Rand al'Thor. Living, Nynaeve.
All Wisdoms claimed to be able to do that, though many could not. Their clothes were certainly not Cairhienin. He had connected the one wearing the lightning with the fiery fountains in the sea, and assumed she was an Aes Sedai. Mistress Tiedra had the same slightly plump look and the same unctuous manner - and the same sharp eyes, the same air of listening to what was behind the words you spoke.
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