The woman's dress, worked elaborately across the breast, seemed a pale green, and her hair was done in a multitude of short braids. She gave a tinkling laugh as if he had said the funniest thin in the world. It's a creature of the Dark One, Mat said numbly. You must come to see me, and talk.
Hold still. Novices were usually kept too busy to spend time in their rooms, but today was a freeday, only the third since she and Nynaeve had come to the White Tower. He bowed deeply, still wet and shivering from his excursion. I suppose that is why I feared you might have seen some sign of him.
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