Romanda led her faction as firmly as Sorilea. As always, the joy of embracing saidar thrilled her, soothing even as it exhilarated. Not unimportant—the Shaido had made trouble long enough—just not on the same page with the Aes Sedai in his book. Inside, though, he was tense, a jumper ready to leap, ready to seize it once more.
You suggest punishing me like a novice or Accepted, but I am Aes Sedai. Do you expect us to wait twenty years? That acid washed over Gareth Bryne without leaving a stain. A dark blue woolen dress of fine cut marked her a merchant as much as did the leather folder she carried for her bills of lading or the guild pin over one breast, a silver quill pen. That had given her a certain influence, just as Leane's agents inside Tar Valon had given her some.
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