Indeed, she had never thought of him as an object of jealousy, had never thought so of any man. The mountains were growing closer, of that much he was sure. Did he go with the Seanchan, too? Moiraine shook her head. His hands dropped to his sides, and his shoulders slumped.
He was aware of nervous coughing and throat-clearing from the men around the Stone, a curse from Uno at someone hanging back, a weak joke from Mat, a loud gulp from Loial. Staring down the Amyrlin, so they say. There was a long silence when she finished. If you have a sword, and the Aielman has his bare hands, it is an even fight.
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