He was not sure the Maidens had left him any modesty at all. He felt rather proud of himself. Perrin not least. We all-have to take risks, he repeated.
And for that matter, Elayne's and Nyna-eve's and Birgitte's. A shrieking flood of humanity fled in all directions, away from the Square of Tammaz. The Maidens' aromas were spiky with suppressed fury and grew spikier when they looked at the prisoners. The glow of saidar, surrounded a young, pretty, red-haired woman with a delicate mouth who watched Galina with large, intent blue eyes.
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