The strumming of harps drifted out amid the murmur of voices, like the sounds of geese. As inexorable as Elaida, she ground down whatever lay in her path. Her nod was entirely too much permission for Morgase's liking, but she took a cup anyway. Not as narrow as those in the audience chamber, it looked down twenty feet or more to the stone paving of the courtyard.
It made her sigh. Sevanna gathered her anger, winding it -like thread from the spinning. The term is often used in derogatory fashion. Annoura plucked at Berelain's sleeve, but she paid the Aes Sedai no heed.
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