Careane arid Sareitha looked stunned, disbelieving eyes swinging from a silent, red-cheeked Merilille to Elayne and back. Moridin's instructions had been explicit, the price of disobedience made excruciatingly clear. Nynaeve followed with a sigh that could have been heard back in the Palace. Rafela only nodded, but Merana was staring at her, hazel eyes avid in a mask of serenity.
Two carefully folded sheets of parchment sat neatly atop the writing table, each sealed with wax and each bearing the words Sealed to the Flame. Nothing lived in Shadar Logoth, not even rats. Remembering what he dreamed of doing with her, what they had done in his dreams, she felt a fiery blush suffusing her face. I laid my plans before they came, he said carefully.
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