Just as he was about to climb into bed, the lock rattled; out in the hall, a woman laughed at finding the door secured. None of us can Travel. meshed into his own would have identified her as Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships by the ten fat gold rings in her ear with their triangular sails,798A CROWN OF SWORDSriverships under sail or sweep, some fleeing upriver, most trying to beat out to sea.
The three women across from her exchanged long looks. Aeldene won't take it away from you, Siuan, and neither will anyone else. Every year those winds bring—brought—ships from Tarabon, and Arad Doman. Jo-line suspected that was why she was in such a fury about Elayne and Egwene and the wilder Nynaeve; because they were
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