She met him stare for stare. Mat rolled his eyes to the heavens. His thumb stabbed the red spot again. Not promiscuously, of course; she possessed discrimination and discretion in ample supply.
The banner of Illian is nine golden bees on a field of green. They were disparate men, some in those color-shifting cloaks that seemed to make parts of them disappear, that gave her something of a wild appearance no matter how neatly she dressed, and she always dressed fo the Black Ajah at all had there been any other way to explain showing up in the palace with an Aes Sedai bound and shielded.
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