Verin lowered herself to the canvas floor, folding her legs under her. A wise decision, Rand, Selene said, and well thought out. Her Keeper of the Chronicles, Gitara Moroso, was there. No longer able to channel the flow of the One Power.
He gave the ratty man a small bow and left. After one glance to make sure the woman in the collar was not Egwene, Nynaeve did not look at them again. Then the arrow was gone. Let the arm of the Lord of the Dawn shelter us from the Dark, and the great sword of justice defend us.
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