So if the Circle does lead us to the Bowl, we have to say he was the root cause. His eyes met Dyrele's, as green and beautiful as the day she had laid the wreath at his feet. Then again, it hung' loose, not touching him. She should wear it more; it was a duty.
The journey back was silent and boring, leaving her to worry whether she had done the right thing sending Lan, whether it was right to keep Nynaeve in the dark. She must be Aes Sedai. She and Rafela haven't left the ship since we did, but they've sent half a dozen messages asking if you're well enough to return. The eagle-beaked Trolloc shrieked as her spearpoint stabbed deep into its side, stabbed again.
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