Of course, they only wanted to direct the Car'a'earn in a way that was best for the Aiel, yet those sist I intended to dress her in gai'shain robes of silk, she muttered. Except for the bah. And Meri would again be starving her way from village to village.
There was no answer. There was little silver among the working people, though. Besides, they wore so little expression she was sure they were snickering incredulously inside. The Wise Ones and the leaders of the warrior societies were gone, but the dozen treekiller gai'shain remained, kneeling patiently to one side.
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