On others there were roasted potatoes, sweetbeans with onions, cabbage, and butterpeas. Instead, one plate held slices of a beef roast piled thickly, with brown mustard and horseradish. He had expected beef tea, or sweetbreads, the kinds of things invalids had pushed on them. He had heard that the Sea Folk charged its weight in silver for that porcelain. He twitched aside the cloth, revealing two large silver pitchers and dishes of thin green porcelain. A large, covered tray sat on the table in front of his hands, and his nose caught the smells of food. He made himself stand straight, but it was not much improvement. A larger mirror on the wall above the highly polished washstand threw his reflection back at him, gaunt and wasted, cheeks hollow and dark eyes sunken, hair sweat-matted, bent like an old man and wavering like pasture grass in a breeze. Beeswax candles, four to each tall stand and small mirrors behind the flames, lit the room brightly. He struggled to his feet, tottered across the flowered carpet to cling to a high-backed armchair, and lurched from the chair to the table, gilded scrolls on its legs and edges. For the moment he did not care about clothes. Vine-carved wardrobe standing against the wall.
The White Tower may be all abuzz with your potential, but don’t think they will “Whatever Verin likes or doesn’t like, we may have to.” “I will do what must be done,” Nynaeve said sharply, “if there is anything to be done, and you two will run, if need be. “Verin will not like it if we…” She trailed off. Red-gold curls swung as she shook her head. You said you sense a storm, Nynaeve.” “You do?” Elayne said. “And if Hurin is right? If we are attacked? He cannot defend us against twenty or thirty men, and we might be dead if we wait for Verin to do something. But at present she did not feel like laughing.
It will be best if we stay low, behave humbly, and do nothing to attract more attention than we already have.” Another time, Egwene would have laughed at the idea of Nynaeve pretending to be humble.
No, we may be in enough trouble already for going off as we did, no matter what we’ve brought back. “She is in Caemlyn, and we will be in Tar Valon. “She was only able to learn a little of the Power before she left the White Tower, for all she has lived as if she had been raised to full sister.” “We cannot hope to rely on Morgase,” Nynaeve said. Or even whether she would try.” Elayne’s mother was Queen of Andor.
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