After a glance to him, the Asha'man followed, drawing deeply on the True Source as they went, as much as they could hold. Incredible as it seemed, the Wise Ones said Coiren and her embassy had left the city on their way back to Tar Valon. Fedwin stood highest of the three, but he had what Taim called a bar. He had no desire at all to look at the marriage knife nestled in her generous cleavage.
And who could say it would not? Dashiva appeared to have his head in the clouds; his lips moved soundlessly, and he blinked and frowned at nothing. She opened her mouth—and closed it, intimidated by the gray bun bobbing ahead of her with its dangling moons and stars and birds and fish. Everything. He looked too young to shave.
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