She hurt me, Nynaeve. She could not imagine doing that to any woman, not even Moiraine or Liandrin. Very well. Rand followed the others out, but at the door he stopped beside the Aes Sedai and watched Mat heading down the candle-lit hall.
Burn me! She knows why I have to go, but every time I mention it she looks at me, and I knot up inside and . A tall mirror stood in a corner, and another hung over the washstand; with its blue-striped pitcher and bowl. I told her he was dangerous. Indeed, she had never thought of him as an object of jealousy, had never thought so of any man.
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