Nearly twenty more Maidens clustered at one end of the windowless, dark-paneled room. She had been Aes Sedai fewer than, ninety years, her long black hair untouched as yet by gray, but for nearly twenty of t On the outside. Jasfer roared, and when his wife directed a meaning gaze his way, he only laughed harder.
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. She must be Aes Sedai. People did appear, men and women, flickering images that rarely lasted more than a few heartbeats. Sulin—wiry, scarred, leathery and white-haired—made Nandera look pretty and almost soft.
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