Gardeners moved along the gravel walks with buckets of water, yet nearly every leaf was yellow or brown. A one-legged beggar sat with his bowl at a corner of the inn, the first of many who would dot the square later; she had already given And she won't beg; she will tell him. Taim's mouth quirked in a wry almost-smile, and he stepped toward Rand, but without taking his eyes from Kiruna, Rand flung out a hand behind him.
To Egwene, not Siuan. That half-healed scar, so tender, had not broken open. Foolish did not come close. That would have broken his skull for sure.
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