Even he doesn't change that. Steepling her fingers, she peered across them at the wall, musing to herself. The six women had not said a dozen unprompted words between them since entering this room. All wore swords, but four of the seven were women, in coats and snug breeches much like Min's, their hair cut short as the men's.
When Maidens cut her bounds and stuffed her into a black wool robe, she was so grateful she almost did not care that they tore off the remnants of her shift first, in front of those ice-eyed men. Suddenly he realized that he had not felt saidin when the man made balefire, either. They all should be there long since. Nobles had been exiled, even for life, but never to a farm.
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