ce Amyrlin Seat, deposed and cut off from saidar, then Healed and restored to at least some ability, when everyone knew that was impossible. She watched him and the clan chiefs with cool eyes, light brown flecked with yellow. The sun baked overhead as it had for seemingly endless days, burning the sweat out of her in rivers. She had a reason for being there on the dais, a good reason.
If she kept her wits and used the Power, there should be no way a few Aiel could harm her, especially if she took shelter against more arrows behind the fallen horse. Her eyes could not leave the cour'souvra. Was he thinking about the Sea Folk while she hugged him? He should be, really. They blended with the land too well to be green-coated Younglings.
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