Amalisa straightened gracefully, with a flush on her face. She hated the fact that she could never sneak up on him, however softly she stepped. The garden was small, like the house, but neat even in moonlight aided by the yellow glow from the cottage windows, with sandy walks between careful beds of flowers. Egwene murmured and stirred, then lay still.
We all did. There was an uneasy silence that she did not seem to notice; she sketched on idly with the stick. I know it is you, al'Thor! You're hiding from me, but I know you are out there! Find him! Find him! Al'Thoooor! Men and Trollocs scattered in every direction. Still complaining to himself, Tammuz arranged the smoldering sticks in the stand, then stalked off toward the building where everyone else had gone.
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