You cannot. The boy flashed between bursts of yanking on his clothes in a hurry to be out and stopping entirely with boot or shirt in hand to spout dozens of questions that Mat answered with half a mind. Look! Rand is coming. Everyone knows it is a retreat for women who need contemplation and quiet, but no one connects it to us.
Distance and shadows obscured their faces, yet it was clear they were Acs Sedai from the way they carried themselves, an assurance that nothing hiding in any darkness could harm them. He had half-expected them not to appear this morning. Nobody else had voices in their heads. The Black Ajah.
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