A weapon did not complain. How did you shame her? Bair's was just as enthusiastic. Honor met, he said in a harsh, dry voice, and the Taraboners straightened, never glancing at her until he said, Watch her well. He glared at her back as she took a goblet of punch and waved the servant away, and Min's breath caught at the aura that suddenly flashed around him, bruised hues so dark they seemed nearly black.
A glance back down the alley showed dust and rubble piled at least a story high. Egwene took Amys' hand and Melaine's, and would have Bair's had there been a way. Anyway, he would not be that foolish. You had some goldsmith make that ring for you—there are some fool enough, I hear—or maybe Nynaeve stole it for you, if she has any right to hers.
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