A rolled kerchief tied around his forehead kept sweat from his eyes. The350A CROWN OF SWORDSgateway was ten spans of dim tunnel, but her hat stood out among the folk passing through. ' 'You return with Aes Sedai. A darkly handsome woman in his retinue muttered angrily under her breath—she had a long hard face, well-practiced in anger—and a stout f
ea of carrying a sword himself still made him uneasy, and fat Vanin, who made Juilin look a bootlicker by comparison. And with hope gone, flickering on the edge of consciousness like a guttering candle flame, she did something she had never done before in her life. Tallanvor's hands fell away from her, and he grumbled under his breath, wishing he had a sword. Suddenly he realized he was touching his head again.
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