His coat and his location in the shadows—and the rest of him, he admitted ruefully—probably looked tempting. Well, if a beggar slit his throat, he would not have to go back to the palace and let Tylin peel him like a ripe pear. Placing a stone, he kept his eyes on the board. Mine! No one may come here! No one! He stopped in his tracks.
Moghedien's rescuer would remain a shadow half-glimpsed. Stripped of the stole. Elayne swallowed and said nothing. Sevanna clamped her hands tight around the rod to keep from hurling it away.
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