The woman clapped a hand to her ear and glowered, but Elayne simply turned coolly back to Master Cauthon and waited. Liveried men swung open the great doors at the head of the stairs? bronze like the outer gates and marked large with the Rising Sun of Cairhien. They hold Rand al'Thor, the Car'a'cam. Oh! Majesty.
A tall, beautiful man—had she ever thought his half-brother Galad was more beautiful?—with golden hair and eyes of the most wonderful deep blue. No one but Siuan was near enough to overhear. No one told the clan chiefs what to do, but angering the Wise Ones was a bad way to start convincing the chiefs of anything. Those folk near the walls, catching their breath for the next dance, had then- faces buried in mugs often as not, or were ' snatching fresh mugs from trays carried by scurrying serving women.
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