Turning to Deira, he held out his hand. Nynaeve looked at Elayne. And a puzzle. Trouble? Aram asked, sitting up straighter on his heels, right hand poised to dart for the wolfhead-pommeled sword hilt jutting above his shoulder.
The Saldaean became intent on fiddling with a circle of red stones pinned at her breast. Aviendha and Birgitte watched from the door, Tylin from her chair. She thought he muttered something about698A CROWN OF SWORDS not fair under his breath. The thought made him queasy.
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