The prisoner in the fancy coat was sagging against the iron grille of his cell, his belt looped around the bars and then around his neck. Yes, Elayne said simply. In truth, she could not imagine how the people could fight. Nynaeve stared at the third arch as the red haired Aes Sedai took her toward it.
They never looked at him, or at each other. Nynaeve shortened her grip on the leash. Lan came into her view, then Jaem, the gray-haired Warder's bony arms holding his blade as straight and true as the younger man's. and a woman working together were always ten times as strong as they were apart - and what Aes Sedai today would aid a man in channel
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