For less than a heartbeat, the shape of her still seemed to be there, all in stark blacks and snowy whites, and then she was gone, dead before her agony began. The three clan chiefs seated across from him would have disliked him receiving them from a chair even if they were offered their own. Quietly making sure. Perhaps the woman was dead.
For Cadsuane's benefit, he supposed. As her head popped through the top of a clean shift, she caught a bit of the skinny woman's prattle and stared. His smile shouted of doubt and disbelief. They were Maidens and her friends, maybe almost what the Aiel called near-sisters; they would not let her be harmed.
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