What could Myrelle be hiding? Egwene was curious. Those soothing fingers paused, then began once more. A twenty-foot fall, and Suroth lost her lever. The Aiel woman wore an Ebou Dari dress; not the plain wool she had returned in, but a silver-gray silk riding dress that jarred with her plain-sheathed horn-handled belt knife.
She did not spare herself. The woman did not stand that far above her. He was out of breath, after all. A pity she could not find a way to harness such a talent for ferreting out what was hidden.
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