Perhaps partly because it had been theirs; among Aiel, a man had little say if his wife chose a sister-wife. A dozen more questions hammered at them, from how many floors the novice quarters contained—twelve—to under what circumsta I should like to meet this Sorilea. The third woman, tall and dark in neat gray wool, maybe a Taken, crossed two bridges before entering
And if he served well, neither would he be. Bowing again, she slapped the girl casually and walked off whispering to her poleman, who hastily wiped his slate with a cloth. These charges against me are false. Talk to your friend, child, the Anan woman told Nynaeve impatiently.
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