The seamstress was back in the doo'rway, still hopeful. Mat eyed the woman suspiciously as she knelt beside Rand. an effort not to walk closer to him, and not particularly138A CROWN OF SWORDSpleased with herself over it. She had another headache coming on.
The city is ours, Bashere went on. Yes, Someryn murmured anxiously. In truth, it always has been; a thief gains no ownership. As long as you do now, she said firmly.
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