Ba'alzamon's voice rode over his thoughts. When Rand finally settled down for the night, his head hummed with unwanted thoughts. Loial was staring after them, too, eyebrows drooping worriedly. he feared-and he heard a hundred other voices, breathy with fear, speaking the same against the floor.
Not gaunt from the dungeon - the food here was the same as the servants ate, and not even the worst prisoner was shorted - but from what he had done before coming to Fal Dara. Those clear blue eyes were as hot with anger as her own. He peered into the darkness within the walls, feeling at his belt as if for the short sword and sword-breaker he had had to leave at the inn; servants did not go armed in Cairhien. CHAPTER23The TestingNynaeve warily eyed the huge chamber, far beneath the White Tower, and eyed Sheriam, at her side, just as warily.
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