Be still and be silent, he whispered. For an instant, the Amyrlin Seat seemed to her to be surrounded by a nimbus of bright light. After what seemed like forever, the two men reappeared and began pulling the ferry slowly across. She knows.
Egwene frowned; he sounded odd. He looked back at the merchant. To keep himself company, he unwrapped Thom Merrilin's cloak, exposing the harp and flute in their hard leather cases atop the many-colored patches. Too horrible for anyone to admit to unless it was true.
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