This city has a pit-trap at every crossing, and I fear the stakes grow sharper by the day. You are da'tsang, Sevanna said. Wide-eyed, Nynaeve barely bit back a wail; the horror she had felt when she thought she was going to die was nothing alongside what flashed through her now. Only then did Nynaeve realize how angry she was; the True Source beckoned from just beyond the edge of sight.
As she sat, spreading her robe gracefully, Alwhin barked again. Sevanna did not stir. He had promised Sulin to count to one hundred before172A CROWN OF SWORDSfollowing, but he did it by fives, then stepped more than a hundred and fifty leagues to Caemlyn. They wouldn't know where to begin.
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