“The Maidens out there didn’t tell me you were in here. They hardly said a word at all. Light, they looked ready to veil at the sight of me.” “Maybe they are upset,” she said calmly. “Maybe they wondered where you were. The way I did. Maybe they wondered whether you were hurt, or sick, or cold.” The way I did, she thought bitterly. The man looked confused! “I wrote to you,” he said slowly, and she sniffed. “Twice! With Asha’man to deliver your letters, you wrote twice, Rand al’Thor. If you call it writing!”
