Any Wisdom was touchy about her authority, but Nynaeve was touchier than most. Bornhald straightened. It had made her glad she had not brought more of the clothes the Lady Amalisa had given her, though she might never see any of them, or the White Tower, again. Elayne stepped from behind the tree in a wary crouch, and Nynaeve sagged with relief.
There had been no sign. Waiting for me. Trollocs, Turak mused. e brocaded with blossoms, and the man who stood beside him with the unshaven half of his pale hair in a long braid.
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