Falion managed not to glare. Closing the Altaran box, Elaida kept out the strip of paper that announced her sure victory. There was no doubt in her mind who had written those words. Mat ground his teeth.
Aren't you ready to concede yet, Juilin? The thief-catcher glared at him, then bent to a furious study of the board. The two women very likely slept no more than a dozen paces apart in Ebou Dar, but distance had no meaning here. He looked little more than a boy, with dark eyes as big as any girl's and neither sword nor Dragon on hisHill of the Golden Daum109collar, but pride in his bearing. You watch your tongues, now.
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