On the ornately gilded clock, small figures of gold and silver and enamel moved with the chimes. If he was real. I see three hundred rebel Acs Sedai,1 perhaps more, marching on Tar Valon with an army led by Gareth Bryne, acknowledged a great captain. For a time he just sat there, peering at the floorboards, elbows on his knees and the medallion swinging from its thong around his neck.
The woman merely looked at him, but she had seen considerably more of him than when she first showed him into Tylin's presence. Could he ever live that down? Could he ever again look any of them in the eye afterward? But. Apparently they had failed to see the serpent rings back at the stone landing, and they did not look pleased to learn they had Aes Sedai aboard. Lews Therin's snarl sounded sweaty, desperate.
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