It was true, and yet not entirely true. The strength evident in her brother's face was in hers, too, and no less for the softer line of cheek and jaw. Moiraine! Egwene's hurt! And Mat! Mat's breathing sounded labored, and his face was deathly pale. Yes, Daughter.
Take us to it, she said briskly. In the madness that overtook all male Aes Sedai, Lews Therin killed every living person who carried any of his blood, as well as everyone he loved, thus earning the name Kinslayer. Liandrin's face did not change, but Egwene saw a nimbus abruptly glow around her. There must be trade, and merchants must protect themselves from bandits.
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