The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

Page 27

  "Stop!" Siuan snapped, spinning on him and pointing.

  "But—"

  "Dont say it," she threatened. "Ill gag you and leave you hanging in the air until sundown tomorrow. Dont think that I wont. "

  Bryne sat, silent.

  "Im not finished with you yet, Gareth Bryne. " She whipped the shirt in her hands, then folded it. "I shall tell you when I am. "

  "Light, woman," he muttered, almost under his breath. "If Id known you were Aes Sedai before chasing you to Salidar . . . if Id known what I was doing. . . . "

  "What?" she demanded. "You wouldnt have hunted me down?"

  "Of course I would have," he said indignantly. "Id have just been more careful, and perhaps come better prepared. I went off hunting boars with a rabbit knife instead of a spear!"

  Siuan set the folded shirt on top of the others, then picked up the stack. She gave him a suffering look. "I will do my best to pretend that you didnt just compare me to a boar, Bryne. Kindly be a little more cautious with your tongue. Otherwise, youll find yourself without a maidservant, and youll have to let those ladies in the camp take up your laundry. "

  He gave her a bemused look. Then he just laughed. She failed at keeping her own grin to herself. Well, after that exchange, he would know who was in control of this association.

  But . . . Light! Why had she told him about the Foretelling? Shed rarely told anyone about that! As she packed the shirts in his trunk, she glanced at Bryne, who was still shaking his head and chuckling.

  When other oaths no longer have a hold on me, she thought. When Im certain the Dragon Reborn is doing what he is supposed to, perhaps there will be time. For once, Im actually starting to look forward to being done with this quest. How remarkable.

  "You should be bedding down, Siuan," Bryne said.

  "Its early yet," she said.

  "Yes, but its sunset. Every third day you bed down uncharacteristically early, wearing that odd ring you have hidden between the cushions of your pallet. " He turned over a paper on his desk. "Please give my kind regards to the Amyrlin. "

  She turned toward him, slack-jawed. He couldnt know about Telaranrhiod, could he? She caught him smiling in satisfaction. Well, perhaps he didnt know about Telaranrhiod, but hed obviously guessed that the ring and her schedule had something to do with communicating with Egwene. Sly. He glanced over the top of his papers at her as she passed, and his eyes had a twinkle to them.

  "Insufferable man," she muttered, sitting down on her pallet and dismissing her globe of light. Then she sheepishly fished out the ring teran-greal and put it around her neck, turned her back on him and lay down, trying to will herself to sleep. She made certain to rise early every third day so that shed be tired at night. She wished she could put herself to sleep as easily as Egwene did.

  Insufferable . . . insufferable man! Shed have to do something to get back at him. Mice in the bedsheets. That would be a good payback.

  She lay for too long a time, but eventually coaxed herself to sleep, smiling faintly to herself at the prospect of an apt revenge. She awoke in Telaranrhiod wearing nothing but a scandalous, barely covering slip. She yelped, immediately replacing that—through concentration—with a green dress. Green? Why green? She made it blue. Light! How was it that Egwene was always so good at controlling things in Telaranrbiod while Siuan could barely keep her clothing from switching at every idle thought? It must have something to do with the fact that Siuan had to wear this inferior terangreal copy, which didnt work as well as the original. It made her look insubstantial to others who saw her.

  She was standing in the middle of the Aes Sedai camp, surrounded by tents. The flaps of any given structure would be open one moment, then closed the next. The sky was troubled by a violent, yet strangely silent, storm. Curious, but things were often strange in Telaranrhiod. She closed her eyes, willing herself to appear in the study of the Mistress of Novices in the White Tower. When she opened her eyes, she was there. A small, wood-paneled room with a stout desk and a table for strappings.

  She would have liked to have the original ring, but that was carefully kept by the Sitters. She should be thankful for even a small catch, as her father had been fond of saying. She could have been left without any of the rings. The Sitters thought this one had been with Leane when shed been captured.

  Was Leane all right? At any moment, the false Amyrlin could opt for execution. Siuan knew all too well how spiteful Elaida could be; she still felt a stab of sorrow when she thought of poor Alric. Had Elaida felt a single moment of guilt over murdering a Warder in cold blood, before the woman she was tearing down had been properly deposed?

  "A sword, Siuan?" Egwenes voice suddenly asked. "Thats novel. "

  Siuan looked down, shocked to find herself holding a bloody sword, likely intended for Elaidas heart. She made it vanish, then regarded Egwene. The girl looked the part of the Amyrlin, wearing that magnificent golden gown, her brown hair in an intricate arrangement set with pearls. Her face wasnt ageless yet, but Egwene was getting very good at the calm serenity of an Aes Sedai. In fact, she seemed to have grown measurably better at that since her capture.

  "You look well, Mother," Siuan said.

  "Thank you," Egwene said, with a faint smile. She showed more of herself around Siuan than she did the others. They both knew how heavily Egwene had relied on Siuans teaching to get where she was.

  Though shed probably have made it there anyway, Siuan admitted. Just not quite as quickly.

  Egwene glanced at the toom around them, then grimaced faintly. "I realize I suggested this location last time, but I have seen enough of this room lately. I will meet you in the novices dining hall. " She vanished.

  An odd choice, but very unlikely to conceal unwanted ears. Siuan and Egwene werent the only ones who used Telaranrhiod for clandestine meetings. Siuan closed her eyes—she didnt need to, but it seemed to help her—and imagined the novices dining hall, with its rows of benches and its bare walls. When she opened her eyes, she was there, as was Egwene. The Amyrlin settled back and a majestic stuffed chair appeared behind her, catching her gracefully as she sat. Siuan didnt trust herself to do anything so complicated; she simply sat down on one of the benches.

  "I think we may want to start meeting more frequently, Mother," Siuan said, tapping the table as she ordered her thoughts.

  "Oh?" Egwene asked, sitting up straighter. "Has something happened?"

  "Several somethings," Siuan said, "and Im afraid a few of them smell as ripe as last weeks catch. " Tell me.

  "One of the Forsaken was in our camp," Siuan said. She hadnt wanted to think about that too frequently. The knowledge made her skin crawl.

  "Is anyone dead?" Egwene asked, voice calm though her eyes looked to be steel.

  "No, bless the Light," Siuan said. "Other than those you already know about. Romanda made the connection. Egwene, the creature had been with us for some time, in hiding. "

  "Who?"

  "Delana Mosalaine," Siuan said. "Or her serving woman, Halima. Most likely Halima, as Ive known Delana for a great long time. " Egwenes eyes widened just faintly. Halima had waited on Egwene. Egwene had been touched and served by one of the Forsaken. She took the news well. Like an Amyrlin.

  "But Anaiya was killed by a man," Egwene said. "Were those murders different?"

  "No. Anaiya wasnt murdered by a man, but by a woman wielding saidin. It must have been—its the only thing that makes sense. "

  Egwene nodded slowly. Anything was possible where the Dark One was concerned. Siuan smiled in satisfaction and pride. This girl was learning to be Amyrlin. Light, she was Amyrlin!

  "Theres more?" Egwene asked.

  "Not much more on this topic," Siuan said. "They got away from us, unfortunately. Disappeared the very day we discovered them. "

  "What warned them, I wonder. "

  "Well, that involves one of the other things I need to tell you
. " Siuan took a deep breath. The worst of it was out, but this next part wouldnt be much easier to stomach. "There was a meeting of the Hall that day, attended by Delana. In that meeting, an Ashaman announced that he could sense a man channeling in the camp. We think that is what informed her. It wasnt until after Delana fled that we made the connection. It was that same Ashaman who told us that his fellow had encountered a woman who could channel saidin. "

  "And why was an Ashaman in the camp?" Egwene asked coolly.

  "Hed been sent as an envoy," Siuan explained. "From the Dragon Reborn. Mother, it appears some of the men who follow alThor have bonded Aes Sedai. "

  Egwene blinked a single time. "Yes. I had heard rumors of this. I had hoped that they were exaggerated. Did this Ashaman say who gave Rand permission to commit such an atrocity?"

  "Hes the Dragon Reborn," Siuan said, grimacing. "I dont think he feels he needs permission. But, in his defense, it appears he didnt know it was happening. The women his men bonded were sent by Elaida to destroy the Black Tower. "

  "Yes. " Egwene finally showed a sliver of emotion. "So the rumors are accurate. All too accurate. " Her beautiful dress retained its shape, but bled to a deep brown in color, like Aiel clothing. Egwene didnt seem to notice the change. "Will Elaidas reign of disasters never cease?"

  Siuan just shook her head. "Weve been offered forty-seven Ashaman to bond as restitution, of sorts, for the women alThors men bonded. Hardly a fair trade, but the Hall decided to accept the offer nonetheless. "

  "As well they should have," Egwene said. "We shall have to deal with the Dragons foolishness at a later date. Perhaps his men acted without his direct orders, but Rand must take responsibility. Men. Bonding women!"

  "They claim saidin is cleansed," Siuan said.

  Egwene raised an eyebrow, but did not object. "Yes," she said, "I suppose that might be a reasonable possibility. We will need further confirmation, of course. But the taint arrived when all seemed won; why should it not leave when all seems to be approaching pure madness?"

  "I hadnt considered it that way," Siuan said. "Well, what should we do, Mother?"

  "Let the Hall deal with it," Egwene said. "It seems they have matters in hand. "

  "Theyd be better at keeping them in hand if youd return, Mother. "

  "Eventually," Egwene said. She sat back and laced her fingers in her lap, somehow looking far older than her face would suggest. "My work is here, for now. Youll have to see that the Hall does as it should. I have great faith in you. "

  "And its appreciated, Mother," Siuan said, keeping her frustration inside. "But Im losing control of them. Lelaine has begun to set herself up as a second Amyrlin—and is doing it by pretending to support you. Shes seen that appearing to act in your name serves herself. "

  Egwene pursed her lips. "I would have thought Romanda would take the advantage, considering that she discovered the Forsaken. "

  "I think she assumed shed hold the advantage," Siuan said, "but she spent too long basking in her victory. Lelaine has, with no small effort, become the most devoted servant of the Amyrlin who has ever lived. You would think that you and she were the closest of confidants, to hear her speak! Shes appropriated me as her attendant, and each time the Hall meets its Egwene wanted this and Remember what Egwene said when we did that. "