However many gray hairs on her head, Nynaeve suspected she was also hard as a stone fence. A weave appeared seemingly from nowhere. She was having none of it, though. The High Lord Darlin Sisnera! All that was needed now was Lord Toram Riatin.
In her mind, the palace stood finished, colonnaded walks and^ great domes shining with gilt and that one spire reaching to the heavens. Colavaere rose slowly, peering down the aisle over Rand's head. The morning sun slanted shadows from the stepped towers, so only ten paces in front of the tall bronze gates lay in full light. Never again, boy; you will never do that again.
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