A sweat-soaked Cairhienin woman, of high rank by the stripes on her dress; or maybe a beggar who had clothed herself from a noblewoman's rag closet, by the state of that dress. The fox-faced woman across the way popped into his view again. They tried to hide it behind stony faces, but it was there, in shifting eyes, in tongues wetting lips. No other Myrddraal could smell that difference.
Burn my eyes, Davram muttered. Balanced on his toes, Mat listened, eyes searching the moonshadows. Even if Rand had not spoken of her, it was clear from the way she looked at him that she knew him. Mention of the Black Ajah was to be forbidden as fomenting discord, a serious charge under Tower law, with appropriate penalties.
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