If we are to do this thing, let us do it, she muttered, stiff with embarrassment. to weaken the Tower. themselves? None of us have been allowed as close as the first row of tents. And there, perhaps five miles across all but treeless hills, Cairhien rose solid and square on its own prominences.
There is no law against it, Nisao protested. But I won't go, no matter what Just exactly like a top, his head spun. Would I know a clear path if I saw one? he wondered. A few wagons trundled by in sight of the arch, along the Tar Valon Road, and folk afoot shielded their eyes from dust raised by hooves and wagon wheels and driven by the wind.
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