The Darkfriend, my Lord Captain? Perhaps, Byar. A ship, Nynaeve said thoughtfully. Nynaeve stared down at the plain brown dress she wore with surprise, then gave a start. He bowed deeply.
Bel Tine (BEHL TINE): Spring festival celebrating the end of winter, the first sprouting of crops, and the birth of the first lambs. If she let him go now, he would chase after her as strongly as before, convinced she was too weak to defeat him after all, too weak to stop him from doing with her as he wished. Here in the women's apartments they hang draperies to soften the rooms, and they plant beautiful gardens, but there is no part of this place not purpose-made for battle, death, and killing. But the next step? She shrugged.
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