What are you doing? she said sharply. She leaned close, tilting up her sweating round face with an intent stare. e Seanchan years to recover from their defeat, drive'n-into the sea by the Dragon Reborn and the dead heroes called back by the Horn of Valere. Long stone docks thrusting out from the stone quay passed by; all she could see ahead were more docks, and the city gleaming white in the afternoon sun.
Maybe later. Elayne wondered how Nynaeve was getting on. Egwene's fingers tapped on the tabletop, but she made them stop. n with a flute, another blowing on a tall, twisted black tube covered with levers, and a fellow beating a tambour for all he was worth.
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