Eyes blazing, Moiraine leaned her fists on the table. The lesson had not gone well for Nynaeve, because she had held her temper on a tight lead until the Amyrlin was gone. In Tanchico, no one had even known what they called themselves, and the Taraboners spoke confidently of their soldiers driving the invaders into the sea. I thought he was like Masema.
Moiraine began speaking. What decided him was the thought that even if he did manage to reach Red's saddle, the Aiel were now no more than thirty paces away. Darkfriends. Shaggy-haired Perrin Aybara, with heavy shoulders and thick arms from his work as a blacksmith's apprentice.
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