Perrin rubbed his nose. She said it's about the child's mother. They could be held at the Black Tower easily. Elaida would expect her to be hard at work, personally penning orders for the Amyrlin's signature and seal—but which of those orders were actually to be carried out had yet to be decided.
Certainly the notion had never occurred to Chesa; she smiled apologetically and returned to her darning, occasionally murmuring to herself. You chose well. And smearing a word to illegibility. Their orders are to stay until every last one of you is dead or a prisoner.
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