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She glared at Siuan as though it were all her fault, yet that was nothing alongside the scowl she directed at Myrelle. Instead, she spun a hasty web on the round-cheeked innkeeper that jerked her up straight and made her eyes pop. The meanest soldier could have run away yesterday had he chosen, but not that horse. Nice cool breezes on the bay.