Well, there was no doubt about his voice. He did not quite jump at every sound, but he did give a start, considerably more wide-eyed than he liked, whenever one of the serving women passed, swishing her petticoats and smiling at him. She felt an invader deep in enemy country as she crossed those peculiar floor tiles, white with the teardrop Flame of Tar Valon in red. Nothing left to be found by anyone rooting through her belongings and reported where it would rouse suspicions.
Perhaps she would wear the seven-striped stole herself when all was done. We can't have their tongues flapping, so make sure they know what will happen to them. Shouts rose from every side, glad cries of greeting, but Galina was dragged on behind the Wise Ones, deeper into the camp, still running, stumbling. If she tried, one of the two would die.
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