Cadsuane herself might have been setting out •for a stroll. Two fellows in Colavaere's livery, standing before the gilt-covered doors to the Grand Hall of the Sun, frowned at sight of the Maidens, and maybe at the young Cairhienin. His breath caught as he suddenly made out square, ribbed sails. Sorilea's face grew stonier by the word.
Sheepherder, you look like what the dogs fought over. The cour'souvra hung in midair, turning slowly, glittering in the light of leaping fires below. None of the soldiers so much as glanced . Not promiscuously, of course; she possessed discrimination and discretion in ample supply.
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