Now I understand why Alanna was so frantic, even if I don't see how she knew. An open-faced helmet rested on her head, with a crest in the shape of the Flame of Tar Valon, by the feel. Others were all too aware. Just short of the clearing, they stopped, and the man bent his head slightly to speak to the woman.
Siuan came running up in a broad straw hat, leading a fat dun mare with white-stockinged hind legs, and skidded to a halt when she saw the warded gathering. Narishma colored, jerking himself stiffly erect, and pressed fist to chest. Very likely, Sammael had gone, now that Mashadar was out. Very probably she also knew he was aware of her attempts to soften him.
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