“Maighdin!” Faile said. “Are you all right?” The sun-haired serving woman turned to Perrin, looking dazed. “If you please, my Lord, will you repeat what you said?” “What?” Perrin asked. “Woman, what’s wrong?” “You said one of the Forsaken had taken up residence in Andor,” Maighdin said, voice calm. She gave him as sharp a look as he’d gotten from any Aes Sedai. “Are you certain of what you heard?”
