Who is this Cadsuane? she said, so calmly that he gave a start at noticing that her foot was still tapping. They had been brutally efficient in teaching her the correct names; never just Aiel woman, and never wilder. At least until young al'Thor reaches us, and very likely after. It made no sense.
What is your name? Elayne asked, as everyone crowded into the entry hall behind her. She thought she had kept her voice clear, but something of what she felt must have crept through, because Myrelle began trying to explain again. She imagined a little honey in it and took another sip. Not the Swan, Alwhin, you blind fool! she hissed, half under her breath, though her accent made understanding difficult.
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