She touched the curtains. The murmur of conversation picked up once more, and the juggler spun his hoops again in a narrow loop that almost reached the worked plaster ceiling, a good four spans up. The Amyrlin shivered as if she felt those winds icy on the back of her neck. He was all bone and tendon, yet looked as hard as old roots.
Even if I could. The place where you stand lies in the shadow of Shayol Ghul. Best you hide this - she gestured to the Draghkar, sprawled across a flower bed - quickly. It had seemed as if he were truly alive then, sickliness and all, and now was only an imitation.
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