No mistaking, Nynaeve said. The four of them stood in a rapidly emptying street, but the people who had decided to be elsewhere were avoiding looking at them. The Waygate was not yet fully open. Would they have felt better if she had let them work themselves up to cutting the women's throats? Horses, Egwene said.
You must wrap your sword and bow in your cloak, and then it will look as if you are carrying things for me. Egwene shivered. He was executed, and multitudes cheered his death. The land was beginning to rise in low hills, and the thin forest had dwindled to scattered thickets, but she was sure she could lose herself in them.
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