Al'Thor was a rabid beast, a destroyer who must be stopped, but now a second mad animal had appeared, one that might be even more dangerous than the Tar Valon witches with their tame false Dragon. Few women had two. Half a dozen in more than three thousand years might not be very many, but each had resulted in an Amyrlin resigning, and the entire Hall as well. Until I said a man on the next street was going to marry a woman I saw him with, only he was already married.
Her mouth tightened worriedly, and she went on in a very small voice. It was 'almost as good as flowers. Nobody here, anyway. Something tugged at his thoughts, something about the weather, and Elayne, which made no sense, but he shrugged it off.
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