He stalked out angrily, not sure whether he was angry with himself, or with Cairhien and its Great Game, or Selene for vanishing, or Moiraine. The Amyrlin Seat, Moiraine said calmly, does not share your Red Ajah prejudices, Liandrin. A woman! Hurin said. That was what they said along the Border.
I walk in the Light. Since I've been avoiding you, he thought, and since Perrin's been avoiding everybody, and Mat's been spending all his time gambling and carousing. Despite himself he jumped, thinking it meant to catch him. Spices, sharp and sweet, tickling his nose, making him swallow.
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