Then the air seemed to thicken; nothing changed that Egwene could see, but she could surely feel it. There were also packets of food pilfered from the kitchens, enough to last until they could buy more. Suddenly she threw her arms around Moiraine, a warm hug between old friends; Moiraine hugged back as warmly. He stretched out his hand and touched a corner of the banner.
The only bareheaded man among them, a tall, dark-faced, hook-nosed fellow standing with a gilded-and-painted helmet on his hip, looked astonished at what he was seeing. A bluefinch perched in an arrowslit like a mockery of her weather sense, peering into the hallway. They ask more and more of us. Children did their playing in corners, out of the way.
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