And then they reached the Amyrlin Seat's chambers, with three Aes Sedai in the hall outside the door. Mount! Little more than an hour later, though, Hurin drew rein. They had cut him loose to tumble before the wind, then offered him something new to hold on to. He walked away without waiting for an answering blessing, resolving not to go near any of the gardens on any account.
Even soft, the sad sound was too loud in that place, too real. Egwene? Mat? Setting the sword down, he shook Egwene gently. Yarin entered. This ter'angreal weaves traps for you from your own mind, weaves them tight and strong, harder than steel and more deadly than poison.
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