Yet decoy or not, something useful did pass through Omerna's hands on occasion. She did not move. The thought made him queasy. She had been careless.
a dark blue, nearly black, silk riding dress, horizontal slashes of red and green and white running from her neck to below her knees. He did not look afraid; just a man confidently waiting for those women to show themselves his enemies. Well short of the square where the Waygate lay, Rand stopped and looked around. But she must know.
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