They meant trouble, she was sure, but it seemed distant, somewhere in the future. Strong blood, that. Amalisa smiled back. You must send a message in if you wish to speak to one of the women, but it will be delivered when they choose, and until it is, you must wait.
The corridors beneath the keep were silent, and feebly lit by flickering, far-spaced lamps on the walls. There were people in there. The mare whickered uneasily. When Nynaeve came though the Waygate-leading her gray mare slowly, ever so slowly-Egwene almost ran to hug her, and at least half of her feeling was for the lantern Nynaeve carried.
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