My Lord Dragon, she said, making a curtsy so deep it nearly mocked itself, I wel-142A CROWN OF SWORDScome you back. Her eyes fixed on the small cage of gold wire and blood-red crystal that he drew out dangling on a cord. No time for haggling. Low across the roofs of taverns and shops and spired palaces he directed flows of Air and Water, Fire and Earth and Spirit, turning as he did so.
He struggled to wake. They could smell contempt however she hid it. If she thinks she can take the Lion Throne, I can find a farm for her, too. See also angreal; sa'angreal.
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