Drawing a deep breath, Flinn looked around the room, at the Aes Sedai, at Amys. Half a dozen more riders appeared behind him, sweating men in fat-sleeved coats with satin stripes and perspiring women in riding dresses with wide, thick lace collars. When they reached the first turning, he looked over his shoulder. She felt calmer already, for Alviarin's mouth had thinned.
I should think north, she said. She did not like being in the wrong. Sheriam had not relaxed, but her voice took on the patient, instructing tone she seemed to think had the greatest effect on Egwene. An Aes Sedai in black will do well enough, though.
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