Mat returned to his juggling, and Loial to his reading. I shamed myself - which I will not do again - and you told me to go away. The men snarled at them, guttural curses as bad as any Rand had heard from merchants' guards. No such care would be taken for one such as you.
Nynaeve shook her head. Caldevwin nodded reluctantly. Just your bloody imagination! He ran anyway, and behind him he thought he heard the laughter again, this time without the wind. He stared at her, silent.
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