Another flow of Air pulled open the cabin door, and she hustled Lan and his sword and the rest inside and slammed it behind them. Only, butcher knives did not mow down people, and they were tidier than axes, tidier than vultures. But no more than cut, so it seems, she murmured. He could see other algai'd'siswai running toward him.
She giggled again; she always did. Aes Sedai, she said guilelessly, none of us would ever use a ter'angreal, much less an angreal or sa'angreal. For a bit he studied the Asha'man guards, every one wearing a face like grim death. News that Jaichim Carridin had Darkfriends coming to call screwed Vanin's round face into a scowl, as if he might spit no matter who saw.
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