Will I ever reach a place where the difficulties don't keep piling up? she wondered. 618A CROWN OF SWORDSThe sedan chair was rocking through the crowds of revelers along the quay when Moghedien spotted the woman. What is this? A little slimmer than her wrist, the rod was smooth except for a few odd, flowing symbols incised on one flat end. His manservant was in the doorway, trying unsuccessfully to hide a large black iron frying pan behind his back.
He was also clan chief of the Taardad Aiel—he and Gaul were the only two men who did not wear the siswai'aman headband—and since last night he and a thousand spears had been out scouting in force. But when he tried to catch her up, Sorilea and Amys and the rest of the council surrounded her, neatly shouldering him away. But— Did you mishear me? Sammael's scar pulled his smile into a snarl on one side. A hypnotized bird watching a serpent slither nearer.
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