She frowned, stroking a knife set with moonstones thrust behind her sash. Slat-ribbed cattle and lethargic sheep dotted pastures where frequently ravens squabbled over carcasses; hardly a pasture but had a carcass or two. He did not seem aware of her at all. Also they brought me the servant who put poison in the spiced wine Lord Maringil liked to drink at bedtime.
It's never easy, is it? Rand said after a time, looking sad. Mat would have gone, too, if Nynaeve and Lan had not been in his way. Her eyes were red. as those Aiel women, Leane murmured wryly.
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