She also mouthed silent words, but Elayne knew her well enough to read her lips. What she does not know cannot harm her, she murmured, her twenty hands not slowing for an instant. She was not smiling now. Any man Siuan Sanche thought formidable was one to be mindful of.
Like Bryne, the woman had no choice. Biting her lip, Egwene nearly laughed aloud. Which perhaps should not have been a surprise, given the night before. An ivory-hilted sword was thrust through that sash, she noted with disdain, as well as two curved daggers to match.
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