That collar shouldn't have worked on her. I wish I did. If you are going to start that again, Mat muttered, and Loial spoke up quickly. I don't know how to get her out, though.
It was Nynaeve's turn to be silent, remembering Sheriam telling her of the oaths a woman took on being raised to full sisterhood, oaths spoken inside a ter'angreal that bound her to keep them. A much better hand than the rest. Rand took a deep breath. In only a few more days, the Great Hunt of the Horn would be sent forth with pomp and ceremony that tradition claimed dated to the Age of Legends.
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