Perhaps it would all go smoothly from now on. No one could say when it would come, not even Elaida, and no one could say what it would reveal. She would not make the attempt again until she was sure of complete success. Amaresu, with the Sword of the Sun glowing in her hands, and Paedrig, the golden-tongued peacemaker, and there, carrying the silver bow with which she never missed.
The woman was full of surprises. In public. Who was simmering who seemed to be a question. Why, Nynaeve had never been a novice at all, and that was completely unheard of.
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