As soon as she appeared, Lews Therm gave over ranting to hum softly, the way he did when admiring a woman. He had fools who fought him or ran away when their only hope was to stand behind him. Morgase felt her cheeks growing hot as the dance, if it could be called that, continued. You watch your tongues, now.
And even if she does not realize it, she has seen something else. There was no anger in those chimes, only certainty. Her voice turned grim. You should thank her, Nynaeve.
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