Because the rowers had been burned out of the Pattern before the balefire struck, the two halves of the craft were now a good hundred paces back up the river. The blood had drained from the chief mason's face when he heard that. Strange, but he had looked familiar. Her eyes were an almost watery blue, yet when they turned on Egwene, they were sharp as ever Amys' had been.
She even wore one of those necklaces for a marriage knife. Large dark eyes regarded him majestically, an eagle's eyes. With the too steady steps of someone carrying considerable drink inside, she vanished into her room. But-the power of a clan chief paled beside that of the Car'a'earn, and even that was nothing beside what she saw before her.
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