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Punch splashed to the carpet as the silver goblet bent in his gloved fist. Nynaeve's hand tightened on her braid. I'm no hero now, only another woman to make my way. At the river, the high city walls ran out into the water, flanking long gray stone docks that stretched out from the quay.

Without a word the white-haired woman came to stand hi front of Nynaeve, rudely examining her from head to toe, frowning in particular at Nynaeve's face and the Great Serpent ring on her right hand. We'll take you somewhere more comfortable than a paving stone. You overestimate your situation here, Joline, if you think I will simply allow you to take the boy. Her faceThe Butcher's Yard93grew,so stiff it appeared ready to crack.