Her blue eyes, full of contempt, could have done for the eagle's or the cat's. Their feet could as well have been set in cement; a sea of carefully blank, sweaty faces confronted her, and eyes that avoided hers. Elayne bit her underlip, frowning. Straggling for air, he pushed himself up, foxhead dangling from his open shirt.
She opened her mouth—and closed it, intimidated by the gray bun bobbing ahead of her with its dangling moons and stars and birds and fish. Forgive us. Groggily,522A CROWN OF SWORDSNynaeve fell to her knees and gathered her friend into her arms. In love with a man who did not know, who would send her away should he ever became aware.
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