Only after he had done it did he think that there might be someone between him and Sammael. In silence, they sat and waited. Bitterly sorry. The puzzlement faded-from Elayne's face, replaced by firmness and no little anger as she focused on Birgitte again.
His head fell back against the wagon wheel, eyes closed, and his chest heaved in silent, mirthless laughter. Tilting his head back, he drained the goblet. See also Altara. If she pressed, they would accede, of course.
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