Leaning across the table, she tried to make her expression encouraging. She was sure that would work. l to the Amyrlin Seat—and for all but five of the years she had worn the shawl, she had been of the Black Ajah, in truth. It just isn't proper, Mother.
Maybe she was just becoming too used to the way Aes Sedai shaded words, but. Sereille Bagand had been a fierce Mistress of Novices before being raised Amyrlin Seat, the very year she herself earned the shawl, and a fiercer Amyrlin than Elaida could be with a sore tooth. A passing hawker, her tray displaying a bitter little yellow fruit called a lemon, tried to swallow her cry in midshou And not serving al'Thor.
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