Those two were always talking about this toh foolery. She could not take her gaze from the wolf she had killed. Four times they stopped to rest the mounts, and he ground his teeth at the delay. Mat told him that would be fine.
Her hand strayed toward the hilt of her belt knife—she had been a Maiden when she made his wreath—but he shook his head-firmly. He was astonished; she had always been very reserved in public. Hastily, she adjusted the web of Compulsion, told the woman to go down to her room, to go to sleep and forget ever having seen her. One hope gone, but others remained.
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