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Reanne's sharp blue eyes studied the two of them with* Next Door to a Weaver503the air of someone who had just found a pair of pigs in her kitchen, fresh from the sty and dripping mud. Five or six days, you said, he said, peering south. Nothing! It was as if she had been severed! She knew she had not^-it was said that tearing was the deepest pain anyone could know, beyond any Shirtless dockmen in stained green leather vests hurried by, carrying sacks on their shoulders or rolling

As if those two had not been running around like chickens with their heads off ever since they arrived, prying into her and Elayne's affairs on Mat's say-so. All but cowering, the pair looked suitably chastened. At all costs she must not appear nervous. Alive or dead, they're a millstone on my back, and either way, they could break it.