The common room was empty except for a lone woman, her thick, graying braid pulled over her shoulder. That's just it, isn't it, Builder? No people, but there it is ahead of us. The Pattern has infinite variation, she says, and every variation that can be, will be. The people eyed the newcomers curiously, with no sign of hostility.
Straight as an arrow the white line led through the dark to a large stone slab covered with Ogier script inlaid in silver. Armor on the packhorses. Elricain Tavolin and the fifty Cairhienin soldiers still seemed like guards to him-the more since crossing the bridge at the What we do, Siuan, is what must be done.
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