This time the face Gideon makes can be clearly seen even through her paint. "Sure," she says, shrugging.

Moiraine really has been talking to Harrow. Only a Black Vestal would bother being that pretentious in a place where no one has heard of the Emperor, let alone his Houses. "I mean, the Fourth and his cav are just a pair of dumb kids. She's maybe less of a Sword and more of a letter opener."

But thinking of the Fourth makes her think of the Fifth, and that just makes her kind of sad, so she's a little off her guard when Moiraine's second question comes. "Mine?"

She scrambles, wondering what – how much – Harrow has told this woman. "I've been training since they could put a sword in my hand," she hedges, finally.

Well, it's true.