Sammael gave her what he probably thought was a wry look; his scar made it more a snarl. She did not giggle. Of course, no one had ever used the Power to try, before. She thought vaguely that he tucked another just like it back in, but she had eyes only for her own.
That she had been all too eager to emphasize. A stir ran through the assemblage as he reined in, people shifting for a better look. If you deny that Nynaeve and I are Aes Sedai, then you deny the Amyrlin Seat who sent me to find the Bowl of the Winds, which we have done. No lies by omission.
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