arid pines of unfamiliar shape, and trees Egwene had no names for, brown and yellow and bare-branched. Siswai'aman, they called themselves. Elaida's gaze fell sourly on the broken fish, and she stood and stalked to the nearest window, her back to Alviarin. The woman must have sprinted to be so completely out of sight so quickly.
Push him too far off balance . The streets could run with blood. If there was any use to it; if they ever did leave. But then, any part of the Tower might be enemy country.
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