CROWN OF SWORDSand any Forsaken who stepped into their camp would find circles forming on every side of him. Carridin gaped. The room was not grand, but the blue-and-white floor tiles glistened, and the pale green walls looked freshly painted. Every stitch she owned was silk or embroidered or both, all cut with what Aviendha had learned to recognize as fine care.
A shape in the darkness resolved into a woman, too short for Lini. The sweat on her face could not diminish her pale beauty, or make her eyes less than large dark pools. I apologize for ever helping you leave the Two Rivers. They were large black pools a man could spend an evening just gazing into.
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