Gone, my Lord. Egwene jumped to her feet and bowed sharply, as did Min. Sometimes formality is necessary, but men often make more of it than they must. He wondered why Barthanes had built a walled enclosure in the middle of his garden.
She pushed herself to her feet and tried to ignore Renna, as much as it was possible to ignore someone who held a leash fastened to a collar around your neck. Dirt streaked her face above a finely cut dress that marked her as a merchant, and wealthy. I can't leave her not knowing. Now move your men.
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