This is bad, Thom. In Tear, the letter would be instantly damning in the hands of an Illianer. When he raised his head, he looked at each man in turn. Egwene was almost close enough for him to shout to her, and he had to free her, somehow.
Hurin made a faint sound as if his throat had seized. The Ogier's ears stiffened in embarrassment. Only women went in or out of those houses, and most of those were sul'dam, alone or with damane in tow. The bare-chested men knelt, lowering the palanquin to the ground, and Suroth stepped down, carefully arranging her robe, then picked her way to Liandrin on soft-slippered feet.
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