Not as well as it might. She had no idea what the penalty might be for trying to blackmail the Amyrlin Seat, but it seemed likely that being turned out of the camp would be the least of it. I can smooth the difficulties there, which I hardly think Lord Dobraine can. Perrin almost admired her.
He risked a glance over his shoulder. Jasfer roared, and when his wife directed a meaning gaze his way, he only laughed harder. He barely noticed her. Taller than most, he was fanning himself with a broad-brimmed black hat and adjusting his neck scarf as he spoke to a stooped, white-haired man.
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