Moiraine's voice had been crystal. Merana had met her once before, or at least listened to her and been spoken to, when she was a novice. The unholy heat in truth; even the dullest scullion scrubbing pots saw the Dark One's touch on the world. I must be able to trust you utterly, and I can only see one way to do that.
The Shadow had been given flesh. He was too disrespectful by miles, far too stubborn, too young. Softly, but coolly. Suddenly she felt very uneasy.
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