The filthy slander that the Red Ajah had set him up as a false Dragon would die with him. The wind still blew strongly, sweeping dust across the Mol Hara Square with its statue of a long-dead queen posing above the fountain, but there was no other sign of a storm. His blade sliced through the middle of the still-coalescing shape, looped and slashed it top to bottom. How to activate it remained a mystery still.
Every hair on his body tried to stand. Perhaps he was accustomed to Aes Sedai and secrets by now. Not for the first time, Perrin wished he could understand it, but a Maiden would give up the spear to marry a toad before teaching their handtalk to a man. Merilille, or any of the other sisters, could set her straight.
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