She did not believe she had ever been dismissed so thoroughly in her life. Brilliant blue eyes regarded her intently from beneath lowered brows, in a face all planes and angles that might have been carved from stone. She caught the woman's arm in a tight grip, but anxiety warred with displeasure. This time he felt impatient, more so by the step.
Mother, Faolain said, and stopped, looking surprised at herself. I used to pray for that, he said softly, then shook his head. She either hated Gareth Bryne to his bootsoles or loved him, and imagining Siuan in love was like imagining that crow swimming. Short of taking the coat106A CROWN OF- SWORDS-off a Warder's back or a cadin'sor/wm an Aielman, it was the only garment in the camp to fit him.
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