All the sisters knew that, just as they knew that Elayne was Daughter-Heir of Andor, and that her mother was dead. Besides, it seems the Band has a certain reputation from the fighting in Cairhien. She saw the plump seamstress beaming in the doorway, and drew Nynaeve toward the corner of the building. Unfortunately, she was right.
She had eight hundred of them in the city aside from those who returned with Nurelle. Oddly, a slight tinge of jealousy touched it once, just for an instant, when she glanced at Min. you earringed buffoon! Nynaeve was shaking her fist at a very dark man peering down at her from over the tall side of the ship. Like a rabbit.
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