Why? His voice was quiet, numb; he felt numb inside. She vanished around another corner. Watch yourself, boy. Had Fain somehow ordered the Black Wind? Verin said it could not be done.
Perrin's head jerked up, and Mat licked his lips and whispered, A Fade? Of course not, Loial snorted. An impossible sky of striated clouds, red and yellow and black, racing as if driven by the mightiest wind the world had ever seen. Her dress looked as clean to him as when he first saw her, but he knew that if a spot appeared on Egwene's dress, nothing would do but that she cleaned it immediately. Thumps and clatters marked his passage back, as if he were kicking things in frustration.
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