He fingered the kerchief wrapped around his right hand. He was looking at Rand. One of the women gave a soft chortle, and even Elansu's lips twitched, but the shatayan nodded and directed the other women to gather up the bundles they had made. A dark glob of something that glistened like grease and smelled vile had suddenly appeared and, while the Amyrlin held Nynaeve with the Power, had been forced into the Wisdom's mouth.
Cuale bowed again. And something else he could not make out. Marin bit her lip and looked around the room as if she thought someone might be hiding there. Dain was full of zeal.
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