Whatever Min said about Rhuarc or any Aielman, she had made a poor bargain the day she fell in love with him. Filling a hammered silver goblet, she brought it back to Rand with a smile, her mouth opening as, she proffered it. It would be excruciating. He hardly soundedA Broken Crown' 139himself.
Fat lot of help she was. Nynaeve would have flayed him with her tongue for looking, and even Egwene would have been coolly disapproving. The wave of shining mist was gone; a glow remained in the balconies above, but dimming, receding, as Rand's eyes began to clear. He could not make out her face, but no servant would be wearing a dress divided for riding.
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