For you, Moiraine, the Amyrlin waits. The room seemed darker there, as if Ba'alzamon stood on the edge of a cloud of oily black smoke. That was something I had not seen before. She was right, then, the Amyrlin Seat, Ingtar said slowly.
Liandrin's mouth tightened into a sneer. No, I will not get mixed up in it again. Aes Sedai don't hold with newlings being tardy. Husbands always make trouble.
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