That it was already in the Amyrlin's possession was a trifle, but a worrisome trifle. How can my life depend on keeping it? If anybody sees it and knows what it is, I'll die for having it. Verin did not even take her Warder; Tomas is chewing nails with worry over her. Walking backwards ahead of them still bowing, the servant held the tray toward Rand until Rand shook his head, then melted into the crowd.
He wished none of them knew, and most of all he wished Egwene did not, but at least Mat and Perrin-and Loial, too-believed he was still the same. That's no life for a woman. She was smiling, too, though. He is out of it, he said aloud, and so am I.
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