We'll take it together, Ingtar. Any child born to a Maiden is given to another woman to raise, in such a way that no one knows who the child's mother was. Nynaeve wore a face like week-old death, her eyes clamped shut as if she never meant to open them and her hands white-knuckled fists in her lap. Truth only, speak to me.
Loial was watching them dice, rubbing his chin thoughtfully with a finger thicker than a big man's thumb, his head almost reaching the rafters nearly two spans up. what he knew of them, distilling him, and feeding the essence back so that he could feel them, smell where they had been, follow wherever they ran. And help when they start asking questions about me, too. And plunged the daggers into their own hearts.
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