Stand and fight! Stand, for the honor of the Shaido! They rushed by unheeding. That was gone, wind or no, down here on the ground. only six colors instead of seven, a six-striped stole on her shoulders, and ran her gaze around the circular Hall of the Tower. tales had to be inflated; rumor always exaggerated—but Egwene's toes wanted to curl under with fright whenever she thought of them.
Annoura cleared her throat. Unsteadily, he pushed himself to his feet. She spoke almost absently, frowning at the flattened sphere of silver and gold. Gouges marred the bare wooden floor, though some effort had been made to smooth them.
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