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"The kitchen, Mistress Macura," Nynaeve said firmly as soon as the other woman paused for breath If the woman’s news made her this afraid, Nynaeve would brook no h to admit Luci’s anxious head "It’s ready, Mistress," she announced breathlessly
"This way, Mistress Nynaeve," the sea the front of her dress "Mistress Elayne"
A short hallway led past narrow stairs to a snug, bea on the hearth and tall cupboards everywhere Copper pots hung between the back door and athat looked out into a sh wooden fence The small table in the reen honey jar, three mismatched cups in as many colors, and a squat blue pottery canister with the lid beside it Mistress Macura snatched the canister, lidded it, and hastily put it into a cupboard that held more in two dozen shades and hues
"Sit, please," she said, filling the cups "Please"
Nynaeve took a ladderback chair next to Elayne, and the sea to one of the cupboards for pewter spoons
"The e?" Nynaeve said as the woman sat down across from them Mistress Macura was too nervous to touch her own teacup, so Nynaeve stirred a little honey into hers and took a sip; it was hot, but had a cool, ht settle the woman’s nerves, if she could be made to drink
"A pleasant taste," Elayne e of her cup "What sort of tea is it?"
Good girl, Nynaeve thought
But the seamstress’ hands only fluttered beside her cup "A Taraboner tea Fro, Nynaeve took another s to settle her own sto that signal to invite us for tea What is your urgent news?"
"Ah Yes" Mistress Macura licked her lips, eyed theo, with orders that any sister passing through heard it at all costs" She wet her lips again "All sisters are welcome to return to the White Tower The Tower "
Nynaeve waited for the rest, but the other woe? She looked at Elayne, but the heat see in her chair, she was staring at her hands on the table "Is that all of it?" Nynaeve de The heather, too
The seaan, but suddenly her head felt too heavy for her neck Elayne had sluing limply Nynaeve stared at the cup in her hands with horror "What did you give us?" she said thickly; that ue felt swollen "Tell ainst the table, knees wobbling "The Light burn you, what?"
Mistress Macura scraped back her chair and stepped out of reach, but her earlier nervousness was now a look of quiet satisfaction