The woman was older by six or seven years at least,, but that was the proper address for a novice. He began to weave, then stopped. Maybe he had earned some right to this crown. Siuan clapped hands sharply, and the two women bounded to their feet, scrambled to untie a pair of shaggy wagon horses from the picket line.
She knew that some men who could channel survived in this time aside from al'Thor—this fellow was much of a size with al'Thor. I have to send you away so you'll be safe. If he, or she, sends the gholam here, some of you are going to die. I know it for a fact, as of last night.
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