The house is empty, my Lord. Serafelle is not really interested in anything that someone hasn't already set down in a book, preferably as long ago as possible. He took off his wet things, putting on a dry shirt and breeches before lying down, since there were no sheets or blankets, and propped his sword beside the head of the bed. There were half a dozen children, boys and girls, from nearly grown down to barely tall enough to look over the table.
Aiel, Ingtar said. As you say, Suroth. Suddenly a gong sounded softly, and the Seanchan woman dropped to her knees, setting the silk-wrapped something carefully beside her. Perrin seemed to share something of his mood, staring straight ahead at nothing as they rode.