“Why did I not know of this?” Fortuona asked loudly, turning. “Why did you not tell me?” Egwene glanced at the collected Seanchan nobility. Fortuona seemed to be addressing one man in particular, a man in rich black and golden clothing, trimmed with white lace. He had an eyepatch over one eye, black to match, and the fingernails on both hands were lacquered to a dark— “Mat?” Egwene sputtered. He gave a kind of half-wave, looking embarrassed.
