Knowing how the sisters felt was bad enough; hearing it again was . Her knowledge of men was limited to Rand and what Lini and her mother had told her. In some he favored, too. Nynaeve stalked away from the small house in outrage.
Defending the Two Rivers had stretched his abilities as far as they would go, maybe farther. A more than warm breeze stirred, ruffling the dead leaves that carpeted the ground, and with shocking suddenness, Lan was moving, shifting from stance to stance, blade a whirling blur in his hands. Almost back to the road the camp was on, a few miles to the west, Myrelle led the way up a low flat-topped hill covered with pine and leatherleaf. For once, though, she cared neither how angry he was nor how little he hid it.
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