The dais was on its side, the throne that had stood atop it just gilded flinders where it had been smashed against a wall. If I could, I'd put the rope around my neck myself. Aes Sedai. See also Cairhien; Spine of the World.
The man with the cut was grinning, too. But it hardly matters. Atop it stood a shape vaguely like a man, made of twisted twigs and bits of cloth. return to the days before the Trolloc Wars, when no ruler held a throne without the Tower's approval.
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