he corners of her eyes—nor was she exactly pretty, though the two thin scars on her cheeks had nearly vanished with age. After a moment, she did the same, fingers trembling against his mouth. Those she discarded; the others she tucked away, to be prodded and poked later in the hope she might understand what they meant. Do you think we would just abandon the child? To hear her, you would have thought that was exactly what he had intended.
They're a danger to the Lord Dragon, and to you, Lord Perrin. Ogier were a triviality. If you want to make an Aes Sedai obey you, a man's voice said behind her, this might help. Fate or ta'veren or whatever, what was, was.
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