She would promise anything for that deliverance. That sul'dam will—' The only movement among the Seanchan was the woman in the lightning-marked dress raising her hand to point, as one might launch a hawk, or send off a hound. But who? Under the circumstances, who? This answer came much more easily. I could believe it easily of Daved Hanlon, she said wryly.
Reanne's mouth tightened. Morgase's knees wobbled. And maybe Andor, too. The wagons that had been brought from Dumai's Wells would have to be searched again.
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