e men's apartments stood open, and half jammed with top-knotted men buzzing with the Amyrlin's arrival. Something about the steps caught his eye, the different colors, seven rising from blue to red. An armored man in a brutal helm, shaped and painted and gilded like some monstrous, poisonous insect, raised a sword and plunged to one side, beyond his view. Come along.
Egwene was reluctant to leave her first sight of Tar Valon, but she followed Nynaeve below to gather their things. Selene smiled, and looked at Loial. Even if it really was Birgitte and her bow. One way or another.
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