She had wanted to remain on a rise where she could have a good view—that was how a clan chief or battle leader directed the danc Mistress Anan was not letting her husband off easily. As though the thought of spies had made her more sensitive, she became aware of being watched by . Otherwise they would all be back with the spears and the other Wise Ones, eating hard bread and dried meat.
Cadsuane and her companions were eyeing Rand with open disapproval and as close to irritation as any Acs Sedai ever let show, but the Red sisters looked more concerned with those three. Four or five each? she said sourly. The teapot drifted gently to the floor by her feet. Swathed in fancloth except for his eyes, he had no worry that he would be seen.
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