The Great Trees were now visible beyond the rooftops, their spreading tops a hundred spans and more in the air. The bridges seemed to arch out into nothing. Nynaeve's cheeks colored at forgetting already what Sheriam had told her on the way down from her room. Jagged lightning crackled across the clear sky, then struck among the trees some distance off.
She was as fresh as she had been back in the White Tower, and as cold. It was not your fault, she repeated, sounding unconvinced. I never heard of such a thing before then, but I hear there's a few others like me. The Amyrlin Seat will be sending for my Lord, and my Lord's friends, to come to her, now.
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