Try not to make a point of it—you know how stubborn she is—but you mustn't pay that any mind. The wind shook the banner hard and was gone quickly, as if glad to be away. Flaxen-haired Somara and fiery-haired Enaila insisted on shaving him as he sat chest-deep, in the tub, concentrating so intently they seemed afraid they might cut his throat. An Amyrlin could issue any decree she wished, her word law and absolute.
Her voice was as rigid as her posture, yet not at all fearful. He hoped she would accept the compromise he had made with his honor; he had raised not a hand to harm, but none to help, either. You think I can't teach them as well as you? Rand'svoice was soft, the whisper of a blade sliding in its sheath. OfA Touch on the Cheek369course, Sword-Lieutenant.
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