Egwene tried not to grimace. She could channel; Aviendha knew that, this close. A lanky, gray-haired woman in a grimy green vest twisted around to confront her, fingering the wooden hilt of her dagger. That last came out as though dragged.
Davram Bashere's daughter would not hide, or even hold her tongue, not for the likes of Colavaere. Why had the man chosen the Acs Sedai prisoners to use for their argument? Rand tried not to think about them; he had done his best to ignore their existence from the beginning. Can you—? No. Both were Acs Sedai to the bone.
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