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"Perrin is pretty, of course. At least, I've heard lots of girls
say so. And lots of girls look at him, just like you and Cilia."

Egwene blinked and managed to put that last out of her
head. She had not been looking at him anything at all the way
Cilia had! But, Perrin, pretty? Perrin? She looked over her
shoulder to see whether she could find pretty in him.

He was gone! His father was still there, and his mother, with
Paetrarn and Deselle, but Perrin was nowhere to be seen. Drat!
She had meant to follow him.

"Aren't you lonely without your dolls, Adora?" she said
sweetly. "I didn't think you ever left your house without at least
two."

Adora's open-mouth stare of outrage was quite satisfying.

"Excuse me," Egwene said, brushing past her. "Some of us
are old enough to have work to do." She managed not to limp as
she made her way back to the river.

This time she did not pause to look at the men washing
sheep, and she very carefully did not look for a raven. She did
examine her knee, but it was not even bruised.

Carrying her filled bucket back out to the meadow, she
refused to limp. It had just been a little bump.

She kept watching cautiously for her sisters as she carried
water, pausing only to let someone take the dipper.
 And for Perrin. Mat would be as good as Perrin, but she did
not see him, either. Drat Adora! She had no right to say things
like that!

Walking in among the tables where women were sorting the
wool, Egwene came to a dead stop, staring at her youngest sister.

She froze, hoping Loise would look the other way, just for
an instant. That was what she got for trying to watch for Perrin
and Mat as well as her sisters. Loise was only fifteen, but she had
a sour expression on her face and her hands on her hips as she
confronted Dag Coplin. Egwene could never make herself call
him Master Coplin except aloud, to be polite; her mother said
you had to be polite, even to someone like Dag Coplin.

Dag was a wrinkled old man with gray hair that he did not
wash very often. Or maybe not at all. The tag hanging from the
table by a string was inked to match the ear-notches on his sheep.