Mashadar's touch was not a pleasant way to die. Maybe it was all clear to Siuan; to her, it was mostly mud. Even we die eventually. Normally, to him, women were to admire and smile at, to dance with and kiss if they would allow, to snuggle with if he was lucky.
A moment later, it was too late. By the suddenly widened eyes, you would have thought he had slapped every one of them. Into Cairhien133 Good* Rand murmured. Across the wagon circle, the sisters were talking among themselves in whispers even Perrin could not hear, mouths held close to ears.
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