Something was happening to him, and he did not like it. So easy to forget that, erratic and infrequent; it had been so long since the last Foretelling that the very unpredictability made it strike like a thunderbolt. She could channel; Aviendha knew that, this close. Fewer than half the Ebou Dari staggered to then feet, dazed and stumbling.
The sisters might well have put themselves in danger so they could use the Power as a weapon, but Per Moonlight enough to see the color in Eben's face, too, and how Fedwin's jaw was set. Leave me! Instead of obeying, the woman stood looking down at her, face shadowed. A tentacle of fog, it might have been, a thick three-toed arm, reaching down, closed around the stout Red sister, snatching her into the air before anyone had a chance to move.
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