And I never wore so fancy a coat, either, even on a feastday. I should, Nynaeve agreed bitterly. Sheriam Sedai - she seemed to force the honorific outdoes it have to be so hard on her? Flesh and blood can only take so much. Why do you ward against your sisters? Against all, Moiraine replied smoothly.
The Keeper of the Chronicles was as tall as most men, willowy and graceful, still beautiful, with coppery skin and short, dark hair. Expensive, that, and rarer than an honest magistrate. He could not tell whether it was woven or jointed-it seemed somehow to be both-but it was clearly of a piece with both bracelet and collar. He shrugged in an offhand way.
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