The thought made him queasy. The sword strapped to his back jarred with his green-striped Tinker coat, hanging undone for the heat. She knows more than I would say here. Anywhere else, Perrin might have thought it the unnatural heat dragging people's'spirits down, but except for Foregaters, Cairhienin were a sober, austere lot.
Not enough to rouse suspicions, she thought. But she still filled herself with saidar, ready to crush anything that threatened her Warder. Nynaeve, if you've sent us running after a wild pig. Fedwin glowered while his own wrists were tied, though the Maiden binding him hardly put out much effort.
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