The Queen's duckling, it seemed, was not supposed to take a snappish tone with the Queen's attendants. The only others still there were Cadsuane and her two companions, faces calm but hands running nervously over their shawls. And power. The shopkeepers and craftsmen received a few words, a pleasant nod, but she always stopped to chat a moment with the innkeepers.
The stone balconies around the courtyard stood empty. Loial's ears hung limp; he saw it, too. Cadsuane touched Rand's pale face, brushed strands of hair from his forehead. I have heard you went to the Tower to submit to the Amyrlin Seat.
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