She lifted an end of her stole. In the corridor, Sulin turned to study him through the doorway. Whatever it was, it was not new, and it did not seem likely to come to blows. And what if they had? Leaning beside one of the tall arched windows, peering out at the night through the white-painted iron balcony, Elayne giggled.
The big, fiery-eyed black gelding he had ridden back from Dumai's Wells had been brought out for him, with a high-can His hands rose, and he wove balefire. None of the gilded lamps hanging from golden chains overhead was lit, yet there was light of a sort, light, that was just there, without source, neither bright nor dim. She looked as disbelieving now as she had the day before, when she knelt down there by the wells at battle's end and swore beneath
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