He needed the emptiness, needed even the uneasy calm of the void. He was still not sure which of the two arrow-riddled women he had stared at afterwards had been the Aes Sedai. Old things he could remember, but the last few days seemed like bits of broken mirror, spinning through his mind, showing glimpses that were gone before he could see them clearly. ' That was one; there were others.
If he is watched and guided, we should be able to keep some record with reasonable safety, for a time, at least. He spun, knives coming out of his sleeves and leaving his hands in the same motion. He hoped she had not told anyone. She came bustling up, wiping her hands on a spotless white apron.
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