She studied each of them in turn, intent and frowning. But what?Far down the hall full of women and small children she saw Rand striding away, his escort of women half running to keep up. Rand's hands were pressing the tabletop so hard that his knuckles were white, but his voice was steady. She gave an abrupt laugh.
A din of voices and clattering pots filled the kitchen that lay nearest the Great Hall, where the Amyrlin Seat and her party would feast that night. She backed away from him again. I think wanting to is enough. Roaring fires on hearths at either end of the room warmed it, and the fat innkeeper was in his shirtsleeves.
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