Heading north and a little toward the west, across the slope, they left Rovair and Ines standing beneath the trees frowning at one another sourly. Perrin sighed. It isn't the Oath Rod that makes a woman Aes Sedai, daughter. Nandera wouldn't have let me in if she wasn't in a lather about you not eating, and even so, I had to do a little begging myself.
She spluttered as if he had dumped cold water down her dress. Did you have the right to murder Lord Mar-ingil and High Lord Meilan?'' Perrin demanded. Past trampled tents half obscured by gray haze they moved, past bodies and sometimes parts of bodies not nearly obscured enough. Why in the Light did you run off? Her voice had not changed with her face, and she chided with the best even when she did it in respectful tones.
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