The Myrddraal studied her, expressionless. Once, long ago, I saw three Myrddraal make a man give them his wife and his daughters one by one, then beg them to cut off his right leg, then the left, then his arms, and burn out his eyes. Someone grunted what might have been agreement, or just disapproval of what he was doing. Therava adjusted her shawl in a clatter of bracelets, and gave a hard, thin smile.
Amys sat with chin in hand, sharp blue gaze trying to dig to her heart. The wind was not the beginning. A tree stopped her. Just inside the wagons Loial paused, peering at the Acs Sedai and the Asha'man, and his tufted ears quivered uneasily.
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