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There was a long silence. One hour before sunset. Sometimes it is useful to pass as a boy. More of the ships-high-sided and stout, with lanterns topping their masts-crowded the moon-streaked river, already loaded or waiting their turn.

Dirt rained down on the women. Out across a smaller courtyard, with a fountain splashing in the center, down yet another corridor and out into the flagstoned stableyard. I would not want to be Moiraine, or Liandrin, or Verin, when she sees them next. Nynaeve spun to face the Aes Sedai, her jaw dropping.