Perrin Aybara sat on the ground with his broad back against a wagon wheel, wishing the wind lingered. named Matilde, who handed him over to a stout fellow named Bren, who led him to a balding man named Madic, each a little older than the one before. The redness spread to cover nearly Siuan's whole face; with her fair skin, it made her look like a sunset. Nalesean stuck to the sour local ale.
His mouth moved slightly, but Perrin knew that only he and Rand heard what was said. On the surface, at least. Beslan knew! He approved*. He did not count on the knife that suddenly appeared in Mat's left hand and sliced across his wrist.
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