The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

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  "I was hung up by my ankles naked and strapped until I could scream no more. " As soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes opened in shock. Often, when influenced by Rands taveren nature, people said things they did not intend to admit.

  "So harsh?" Rand said, genuinely surprised.

  "It was not so bad as it could have been. I retain my position as Wavemistress for my clan. "

  But it was obvious she had lost a great deal of face, or incurred great toh, or whatever the blasted Sea Folk called honor. Even when he wasnt present, he caused pain and suffering!

  "I am glad you have returned," he forced himself to say. No smile, but a softer tone. That was the best he could do. "You have impressed me, Harine, with your levelheadedness. "

  She nodded in thanks to him. "We will keep our Bargain, Coramoor. You neednt fear. "

  Something else struck him, one of the original questions hed come to ask her. "Harine. I would ask you a somewhat delicate question about your people. "

  "You may ask," she said carefully.

  "How do the Sea Folk treat men who can channel?"

  She hesitated. "That is not a matter for the shorebound to know. "

  Rand met her eyes. "If you agree to answer, then I will answer a question for you in return. " The best way to deal with the Athaan Miere was not to push or bully, but to offer trade.

  She paused. "If you give me two questions," she said, "I will answer. "

  "I will give you one question, Harine," he said, raising a finger. "But I promise to answer you as truthfully as I can. It is a fair bargain, and you know it. I have little patience right now. "

  Harine touched her fingers to her lips. "It is agreed, then, under the Light. "

  "It is agreed," Rand said. "Under the Light. My question?"

  "Men who can channel are given a choice," Harine said. "They can either step from the bow of their ship holding a stone which is also tied to their legs, or they can be dropped off on a barren isle with no food or water. The second is considered the more shameful option, but some few do take it, to live for a brief time longer. "

  Not much different from what his own people did in gentling men, truth be told. "Saidin is cleansed now," he said to her. "This practice must stop. "

  She pursed her lips, regarding him. "Your . . . man spoke of this, Coramoor. Some find it difficult to accept. "

  "It is true," he said firmly.

  "I do not doubt that you believe it to be so. "

  Rand gritted his teeth, forcing down another burst of anger, his hand forming a fist. He had cleansed the taint! He, Rand alThor, had performed a deed the likes of which had not been seen since the Age of Legends. And how was it treated? With suspicion and doubt. Most assumed that he was going mad, and therefore seeing a "cleansing" that had not really happened.

  Men who could channel were always distrusted. Yet they were the only ones who could confirm what Rand said! Hed imagined joy and wonder at the victory, but he should have known better. Though male Aes Sedai had once been as respected as their female counterparts, that had been long ago. The days of Jorlen Corbesan had been lost in time. All people could remember now was the Breaking and the Madness.

  They hated male channelers. Yet, in following Rand, they served one. Did they not see the contradiction? How could he convince them that there was no longer reason to murder men who could touch the One Power? He needed them! Why, there might be another Jorlen Corbesan among the very men the Sea Folk tossed into the ocean!

  He froze. Jorlen Corbesan had been one of the most talented Aes Sedai before the Breaking, a man who had crafted some of the most amazing terangreal Rand had ever seen. Except Rand had not seen them. Those were Lews Therins memories, not his. Jorlen s research facility of Sharom had been destroyed—the man himself killed—by the backlash of Power from the Bore.

  Oh, Light, Rand thought with despair. Im losing myself. Losing myself in him.

  The most terrifying part was that Rand could no longer make himself wish to banish Lews Therin. Lews Therin had known a way to seal the Bore, if imperfectly, but Rand had no idea how to approach the task. The safety of the world might depend on the memories of a dead madman.

  Many of the people around Rand appeared shocked, and Harines eyes were both uncomfortable and a little frightened. Rand had been muttering to himself again, he realized, and he cut off abruptly.

  "I accept your answer," he said stiffly. "What is your question of me?"

  "I will ask it later," she said. "Once I have had a chance to consider. "

  "As you wish. " He turned away, his retinue of Aes Sedai, Maidens and attendants following. "The Traveling ground guards will see you to your room and carry your luggage. " There was a veritable mountain of that. "Flinn, to me!"

  The elderly Ashaman jumped through the gateway, motioning for the last of the porters to trot back to the docks on the other side. He let the portal twist back into a slash of light and vanish, then hurried after Rand. He spared a glance and a smile for Corele, who had bonded him as her Warder.

  "I apologize for taking so long to return, Lord Dragon. " Flinn had a leathery face and only a few wisps of hair on his head. He looked a lot like some of the farmers Rand had known back in Emonds Field, though he had been a soldier for most of his life. Flinn had come to Rand because he wanted to learn Healing. Rand had turned him into a weapon instead.

  "You did as ordered," Rand said, walking back toward the green. He wanted to blame Harine for the prejudices of an entire world, but that was not fair. He needed a better way, a way to make everyone see.

  "Ive never been exceptional at making gateways," Flinn continued. "Not like Androl. I needed to—"

  "Flinn," Rand said, cutting in. "Enough. "

  The Ashaman blushed. "I apologize, my Lord Dragon. "

  To the side, Corele laughed softly, patting Flinn on the shoulder. "Dont mind him, Darner, she said in a lilting Murandian accent. "Hes been as surly as a winter thunderhead all morning. "

  Rand glared at her, but she just smiled good-naturedly. Regardless of what the Aes Sedai thought of men who could channel in general, the ones who had taken Ashaman as Warders seemed as protective of them as mothers of their children. She had bonded one of his men, but that did not change the fact that Flinn was one of his men. An Ashaman first and foremost, a Warder second.

  "What do you think, Elza?" Rand said, turning from Corele to the other Aes Sedai. "About the taint and what Harine said?"

  The round-faced woman hesitated. She walked with hands behind her back, dark green dress marked only by subtle embroideries. Utilitarian, for an Aes Sedai. "If my Lord Dragon says that the taint has been cleansed," the woman said carefully, "then it is certainly improper to express doubt of him where others can hear. "

  Rand grimaced. An Aes Sedai answer for certain. Oath or no oath, Elza did as she wished.

  "Oh, we were both there at Shadar Logoth," Corele said, rolling her eyes. "We saw what you did, Rand. Besides, I can feel male power through dear Damer here when we link. It has changed. The taint is gone. Right as sunlight, it is, though channeling the male half still feels like wrestling with a summer whirlwind. "

  "Yes," Elza said, "but be that as it is, you must realize how difficult it will be for others to believe this, Lord Dragon. During the Time of Madness, it took decades for some people to accept that the male Aes Sedai were doomed to go insane. It will likely take longer for them to overcome their distrust, now that it has been ingrained for so long. "

  Rand gritted his teeth. He had reached a small hill at the side of the camp, just beside the bulwark. He continued up to the top, Aes Sedai following. Here, a short wooden platform had been erected—a fire tower for launching arrows over the bulwark.

  Rand stopped at the top of the hill, Maidens surrounding him. He barely noticed the soldiers who saluted him as he looked over the Sal-daean camp with its neat tent lines. r />
  Was this all he would leave to the world? A taint cleansed, yet men still killed or exiled for something they could not help? He had bound most nations to him. Yet he knew well that the tighter one tied a bale, the sharper the snap of the cords when they were cut. What would happen when he died? Wars and devastation to match the Breaking? He hadnt been able to help that last time, for his madness and grief at Hyenas death had consumed him. Could he prevent something similar this time? Did he have a choice?

  He was taveren. The Pattern bent and shaped around him. And yet, he had quickly learned one thing from being a king: the more authority you gained, the less control you had over your life. Duty was truly heavier than a mountain; it forced his hand as often as the prophecies did. Or were they both one and the same? Duty and prophecy? His nature as a taveren and his place in history? Could he change his life? Could he leave the world better for his passing, rather than leaving the nations scarred, torn and bleeding?

  He watched the camp, men moving about their tasks, horses nosing at the ground, searching for patches of winter grass that had not already been chewed to their roots. Though Rand had ordered this army to travel light, there were still camp followers. Women to help with meals and laundry, blacksmiths and farriers to tend horses and equipment, young boys to run messages and to train on the weapons. Saldaea was a Borderland, and battle was a way of life for its people.

  "I envy them, sometimes," Rand whispered.

  "My Lord?" Flinn asked, stepping up to him.

  "The people of the camp," Rand said. "They do as they are told, working each day under orders. Strict orders, at times. But orders or not, those people are more free than I. "

  "You, Lord?" Flinn said, rubbing his leathery face with an aged finger. "You are the most powerful man alive! Youre taveren. Even the Pattern obeys your will, 1 should think!"

  Rand shook his head. "It doesnt work that way, Flinn. Those people out there, any one of them could just ride away. Escape, if they felt like it. Leave the battle to others. "

  "Ive known a few Saldaeans in my day, my Lord," Flinn said. "Forgive me, but I have doubts that any one of them would do that. "

  "But they could" Rand said. "Its possible. For all their laws and oaths, they are free. Me, I seem as if I can do as I wish, but I am tied so tightly the bonds cut my flesh. My power and influence are meaningless against fate. My freedom is all just an illusion, Flinn. And so I envy them. Sometimes. "

  Flinn folded his hands behind his back, obviously uncertain how to respond.

  We all do as we must, Moiraines voice from the past returned to his memory. As the Pattern decrees. For some there is less freedom than for others. It does not matter whether we choose or are chosen. What must be, must be.

  She had understood. Im trying, Moiraine, he thought. I will do what must be done.

  "My Lord Dragon!" a voice called. Rand turned toward the sound and saw one of Basheres scouts running up the hill. The Maidens cautiously allowed the youthful, dark-haired man to approach.

  "My Lord," the scout said, saluting. "There are Aiel on the outskirts of the camp. We saw two of them prowling through the trees about half a mile down the slope. "