It seems that someone is making sure at least some of Ishamael's commands are still carried out. Min shook her head, trying to say no, but she could not seem to make her tongue move. A pity she could not send Siuan or Leane to caution him, if he would take it, but given feelings among the sisters, she might as well risk going to see Rand. Perhaps it was just as well to be reminded that the Wise Ones had long years' more experience at this.
She blinked at a fierce look from the woman in blue. Burn me, Nalesean muttered. Her dark Cairhienin dress bore four thin stripes of color across the bodice, and she had added slashes in the skirts, white for her Ajah. Nineteen fresh graves atop a squat hill to the east; nineteen Two Rivers men who would never see home again.
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