The Chosen were only people. Deira studied Fedwin as she might a dead rat some overeager dog had dropped on her rug. Before she was done, Alviarin would envy Galina, alive or dead. Their own name for themselves was the Chosen.
A silver leash, gleaming in the sun, ran from her left wrist to the neck of a woman in gray, a damane, who trotted beside the sul'dam's horse like a pet dog. t his heron-branded palm as clearly as if he were running his fingers oyer them, yet it seemed someone else's hand. Wishing was for children. How could they not? They were Aes Sedai.
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