Maybe we ought to wait downstairs, he began when the door opened and Thom came in with his cloak flapping around his ankles, patches fluttering. Not again. Less than three, for sure. The rest of the clothes - most of them, in fact - he stuffed back into the wardrobe.
He bowed deeply. The hand of the Creator shelters us all, and the Light protects us from the Shadow. Min cut the hand that was holding me, and Egwene . And the Aes Sedai.
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