t his heron-branded palm as clearly as if he were running his fingers oyer them, yet it seemed someone else's hand. Eventually the coaches did reach the river, drawing up at one of the long stone landings that jutted out into the water, all lined with steps for boarding the boats tied alongside. He could see her in the mirror. All that from Lews Therin.
In aid of what, Egwene wondered. Or maybe listened to something nobody else could hear again. He filled three, replaced the teapot and waited. He was going to empty his stomach in a moment.
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