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"I have seen it before," Di"

"Yes, Diies, Diain, Di with this person?

"Forgive her,ti"

"You’re Seanchan?" Gawyn said Of course I should have noticed the accent

Marille nodded vigorously A former damane Gawyn felt a chill This woman had been trained to kill with the Power The third wo with curious eyes She didn’t look nearly as subservient

"We should be s that remind her of Seanchan Come, Marille That is merely a token Lord Trakand won in battle, I suspect"

"No, wait," Gawyn said, holding up a hand "You recognize this blade?"

Marille looked to Di perly

"It is a Bloodknife, my Lord," Marille said "You did not win it in battle, because men do not defeat Bloodknives They are unstoppable They only fall when their own blood turns against them"

Gawyn frowned What nonsense was this? "So this is a Seanchan weapon?"

"Yes, my Lord," Marille said "Carried by the Bloodknives"

"I thought you said this was a Bloodknife"

"It is, but that is also who carries theht, sent by the Empress’s will--may she live forever--to strike down her foes and die in her nalory" Marille lowered her eyes farther "Marille speaks too much She is sorry"

"I am sorry," Dimana said, a hint of exasperation in her tone

"I am sorry," Marille repeated

"So these…Bloodknives," Gawyn said "They’re Seanchan assassins?" He felt a deep chill Could they have left behind suicide troops to kill Aes Sedai? Yes It made sense The murderer wasn’t one of the Forsaken

"Yes,in the rooed to her brother, who had borne it with honor until his blood turned against him"

"His family?"

"No, his blood" Marille shrank down farther

"Tell ht," Marille said, "sent by the Empress’s will--may she live forever--to strike down her foes and die in--"