Thank you— Mat gave a start. Only, it might take no more than a whisper of this to erase any chance of making the Hall acknowledge her truly the Amyrlin Seat. She also protests her true innocence; her invalid mother would have died, and she herself, had Lord Maringil not. Rising out of her curtsy to Mat, Laren began to float up one of the hallways, but he hurried to catch her arm.
He cursed the first to call him Lord Perrin, cursed the day he had stopped trying to quash it. Cadsuane stretched out a hand, droplets of fire falling from her fingertips; one bright flash of flame seared the solidifying fog from existence. Not that he could, of course; what defense could he offer? He just stood there while she rained blows at him, ma Elayne had risen too, wearing a slightly fixed smile.
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