“I will take no price for this, Rand al’Thor,” she said, putting the bracelet in his hand. “Is this wrong?” he asked. How would Aiel see it? “I don’t want to dishonor Aviendha in any way.” “It will not dishonor her.” She beckoned a gai’shain woman carrying pottery cups and pitcher on a silver tray. Pouring two cups, she handed one to him. “Remember honor,” she said, sipping from his cup. Aviendha had never mentioned anything like this. Uncertain, he took a sip of bitter tea and repeated, “Remember honor.” It seemed the safest thing to say. To his surprise, she kissed him lightly on each cheek.
