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I can put you out five, maybe six days north of Ebou Dar. Mili Skane surely groveled for Old Cully, and so did every last companion of her circle, noble or not. I will not have it! I call you to account, Merilille Ceandevin. A gap-toothed fellow carrying a large wooden bucket gave a start and gaped at her, so amazed he forgot to bow.

This Annoura was not slow-witted. And suddenly, Rand understood. None of the gilded lamps hanging from golden chains overhead was lit, yet there was light of a sort, light, that was just there, without source, neither bright nor dim. She drew a ragged breath—if she heard shouts of it, there might be little she could do—but by the way they jumped, they read a threat that pricked deep.