The High Lord Darlin Sisnera! All that was needed now was Lord Toram Riatin. Idly, she wished she had had a chance really to enjoy the festival. Gathering herself, she strained to reach the Source, expecting the weaves to shatter. Fifty women isn't two, Nynaeve whispered fiercely.
Besides, I don't mean to let him spoil the mood. Only Nandera was allowed past the doors with the gilded suns, bringing his meals. The wind was not the beginning. Truth be known, she herself was some considerable distance short of the grandeur normally associated with the Amyrlin.
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