Teslyn and Joline? Nynaeve shook her head; the slight wooziness seemed to be fading. ! What are you saying, Elayne? No one was close enough to listen, and no one seemed to be giving them a second glance except the still hopeful seamstress, but Elayne lowered her voice to a whisper. Not everyone had fallen— the battle of fire and lightning continued in the sky—but too many. The ground bounced under him as another bolt struck, and another.
A fine thing! Had they wished, they could have killed her before she knew. Have to, no matter how it hurts. Shrieks drifted through the murk, men and women crying out, horses screaming. One of the stand-lamps, heavy iron beneath the gilt, had been twisted into a hoop.
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