The only man, surrounded by a wall of women who apparently intended to let him beat his head against that wall till his brains were scrambled. Faolain was the driving force behind this? That seemed as unlikely as a wolf befriending the shepherd. Staring at her face; just her face. No one had seen any sign of those two young fools calling themselves Elayne and Nynaeve anywhere in the city; thank the Light, there had been no need to take dangerous chances.
Her foot tapped ominously. Stumbling, Mat drove him back, tearing at the clutching390A CROWN OF SWORDSfingers with one hand, driving his knife repeatedly with the other. Birgitte certainly needed no one to hold her hand; a Hunter for the Horn, anyone who troubled her would be in a deep hole by his estimation. Bashere frowned at the Maidens, then glanced at Bael and his wives, all impassive as stone, and shook his head.
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