At least she is - Nynaeve, and Elayne, and me. Vandene was of the Green Ajah, not Brown like her sister, yet the two of them had studied so long together that she knew as much of history as Adeleas. Slope of the mountain. There was a slight questioning note in her last words, as if she, too, were wondering.
She isn't so bad, even if she is Aes Sedai. He's nervous enough about the Horn. Nynaeve had combed out her braid, and her gold ring, the serpent eating its own tail, now nestled under her dress beside Lan's heavy ring on the leather cord around her neck. Be quick about it! Mat leaned close to Perrin.
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