Some of the names she knows; some she does not. By the time he reaches the end of the list, she has returned with the tea.

Moiraine sets the service on the low table before the sofa, and seats herself in one corner. She pours a cup and holds it out to him, and her hand is steady as she does.

"There is time, I should think, is there not? Tell me what happened, and perhaps an answer may be found."

Her tone is calm, and as steady as her hand.