We do fear Lord Brend may have something to with it. Or rather its image in Tel'aran'-rhiod, an image as real as the original in many ways. Trying to be casual, she got up and went to put her arms around him, crushing the coat between them as she laid her head against his chest. His manservant was in the doorway, trying unsuccessfully to hide a large black iron frying pan behind his back.
When he held it up again, Wind was listed at the shortest odds. She had never met Amathera, but she had heard a description, once. You have curiosity, child, Mesaana said finally. He pushed himself up holding his shoulder, sliding his back up the square column that had stopped his flight.
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