She glared at Seta, who kept her face down. She tried to put lightness in her voice. Young-seeming yet not, smooth-skinned but with faces too mature for youth, eyes too knowing. Bonded to Moiraine.
Listen to me, and mark what I do say. was as big as Emond's Field-and it was overwhelmed now with many more outsiders than there were inhabitants. I do not want to be any part of it. The noonday sun was burning off the last reminders of last night's rainstorm.
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