She tossed her red mane contemptuously. Still only half-awake, she mumbled, What did you say? I said, 'Please wake up, Mother,' Alviarin replied coolly. This isn't the time to bother the Amyrlin, Theodrin began, then folded her hands and turned her attention to Egwene. He was almost disappointed to discover that the chamber pot under the bed was only plain white pottery.
The fat man had not learned much watching on his own. He supposed she knew one end of a needle from the other, but he suspected she would as soon stick one through her tongue as talk about needlework. Graendal might have snatched him, if he had any position or power; only too strong a chin kept him from being pretty enough. That had given her a certain influence, just as Leane's agents inside Tar Valon had given her some.
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