With a shake of his head, Lan's voice became brisk. Now you, she said, in tones quiet yet brisk, are almost a pretty enough boy to make me wish I was a Green. It did not make for easy watching or a still stomach, so many men in those cloaks. The Light send it is only new stories.
It was all as she remembered - the silver ter'angreal, the Aes Sedai, the chamber - but remembering was like a blow, absent memories crashing back into her head. There would be rumors. It requires more breaking of the rules than for a novice, but it has been known to happen. The sounds of the gathering floated from deeper in the manor.
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