15/03/2026 23:09

---

I'd like a chance to do a little reading. The Power raced through Rand in a torrent. My husband is visiting our estates in the south. I do not know what is happening, Nynaeve, but I feel as if I were losing you.

The Amyrlin laughed bitterly. I imagined it all. What trouble have you gotten yourself into now? said a familiar woman's voice. She lifted the instrument and traced the flowing silver script, in the Old Tongue, inlaid around the flaring mouth.