Morr grinned eagerly while he waited, all but bouncing on his toes. By her tone, it should have been done. Alviarin kept silent. Dobraine merely nodded; he knew he was only here for show today.
This early, the stableyard was empty save for a lone boy of ten or twelve with a bucket and a sieve who sprinkled water to dampen the hard-packed ground against dust. It was Pol herself, Merilille's maid, who popped in curtsying left and right. leine's jaw was set, her mouth tight; her face was half frightened certainty that she would be skinned alive for manhandling an Aes Sedai, and half determination to hold on no matter what. As if suddenly realizing that he had his arms around the man he was murdering, he pushed Niall away.
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