He had never liked Valda—in fact, he despised the man— but someone had to know. He was not sure how Mat had suddenly become expert on everything to do with battle, but even Bashere respected Mat's opinions. Why, he did not know, nor whether the scheme came from Elaida or Galina, but it had succeeded well enough, if not exactly in the way its devisers had thought. Nandera was not supposed to let anyone in, burn her! Least of all Min.
Not a tendril, but a shining silver-gray wave rolling out of one of the balconies, arching over their heads. Where the tunnel mouth should have been stood a smooth stone wall. Sheriam looked surprise^ when she stopped too close for the other woman to stand. Min studied them over the handkerchief she pressed to her nose against the dust, not caring whether Caraline saw what she was doing.
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