The guards jerked as if goosed, and one slanted his halberd and darted for the gates. arid pines of unfamiliar shape, and trees Egwene had no names for, brown and yellow and bare-branched. Lesser players might set two dozen more stones each yet, but he could see the inevitable course now, and so could she. The Acs Sedai camp was out of the question, of course.
Images of himself flashed in his head; him tearing at her clothes, forcing himself on her like a mindless beast. You're tensing again. Half a dozen more riders appeared behind him, sweating men in fat-sleeved coats with satin stripes and perspiring women in riding dresses with wide, thick lace collars. Bowing again, she slapped the girl casually and walked off whispering to her poleman, who hastily wiped his slate with a cloth.
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