Egwene drew a deep breath. Ripping the knife around so he held it properly, pointed slanted up, he noticed the gleaming blade, and his heart sank. She filled the name with warmth, and kissed him on both cheeks and his eyelids. She would rather have hit him.
The dream winked out, the soap bubble pricked. You did not realize I saw the trap you were laying from your thirty-first stone, Lord Niall, and you took my feint from the forty-third stone to be my real attack. Rand's head turned toward Taim. She shifted a bit to make herself more comfortable.
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