The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

Page 60

  Why did he bother? One of these days, burn him, he was going to get smart and leave the next lot crying in their chains.

  "What was this?" Joline demanded of Vanin. "Youve finally determined where we are?"

  "Bloody well have," Vanin said, then unabashedly scratched himself. Good man, Vanin. Mat smiled. Treated all people the same, Vanin did. Aes Sedai and all.

  Joline stared Vanin straight in the eyes, looming like a gargoyle atop some lords mansion stonework. Vanin actually cringed, then wilted, then finally looked downward, abashed. "I mean, I have indeed, Joline Sedai. "

  Mat felt his smile fade. Burn it all, Vanin!

  "Excellent," Joline said. "And there is a village ahead, I heard? Finally, perhaps, well find a decent inn. I could use something other than the fare these ruffians of Cauthons call food. "

  "Here now," Mat said, "that isnt—"

  "How far do we be from Caemlyn, Master Cauthon?" Teslyn cut in. She did her best to ignore Joline. The two of them seemed at one anothers throats lately—in the most cool-faced and outwardly amiable of ways, of course. Aes Sedai didnt squabble. Hed gotten a talking to once for calling their "discussions" "squabbles. " Never mind that Mat had sisters, and knew what a good squabble sounded like.

  "What did you say earlier, Vanin?" Mat asked, looking at him. "That were about two hundred leagues from Caemlyn?"

  Vanin nodded. The plan was to head for Caemlyn first, as he needed to meet up with Estean and Daerid and secure needed information and supplies. After that, he could make good on his promise to Thorn. The Tower of Ghenjei would have to wait a few more weeks.

  "Two hundred leagues," Teslyn said. "How long until we arrive, then?"

  "Well, I guess that depends," Vanin said. "I could probably make two hundred leagues in a little over a week, if I were going alone, with a couple of good horses to ride in shifts and was crossing familiar terrain. The whole army, though, through these hills using a broken roadway? Twenty days, Id say. Maybe longer. "

  Joline glanced at Mat.

  "We arent leaving the Band behind," Mat said. "Not an option, Joline. "

  She looked away, her expression dissatisfied.

  "Youre welcome to go on your own," Mat said. "That goes for each of you. You Aes Sedai arent my prisoners; leave any time you want, so long as you head north. I wont risk you heading back to be taken by Sean-chan. "

  What would it be like, traveling with just the Band again, not an Aes Sedai in sight? Ah, if only.

  Teslyn looked thoughtful. Joline glanced at her, but the Red didnt give any indication if shed be willing to leave or not. Edesina, however, hesitated, then nodded to Joline. She was willing.

  "Very well," Joline said to Mat with a haughty air. "It would be good to be away from your crudeness, Cauthon. Prepare for us, say, twenty mounts and we shall be off. "

  "Twenty?" Mat asked.

  "Yes," Joline said. "Your man here mentioned that hed need two horses to make the trip in a reasonable amount of time. So that he could remount, presumably, when one of the beasts grew tired. "

  "I count two of you," Mat said, his anger rising. "That means four horses. I figured youd be smart enough to do that math, Joline. " And then, softer, he added. "If just barely. "

  Joline eyes opened wide, and Edesinas expression was painted with shock. Teslyn gave him a shocked glance, seeming disappointed. To the side, Talmanes just lowered his pipe and whistled quietly.

  "That medallion of yours makes you impudent, Matrim Cauthon," Joline said coldly.

  "My mouth makes me impudent, Joline," Mat replied with a sigh, fingering the medallion hidden beneath his loosely tied shirt. "The medallion just makes me truthful. I believe you were going to explain why you need to take twenty of my horses when I barely have enough for my men as it is?"

  "Two each for Edesina and myself," Joline said stiffly. "Two each for the former suldam. You dont presume that Im going to leave them behind to be corrupted by your little band here?"

  "Two suldam," Mat said, ignoring the barb. "Thats eight horses. "

  "Two for Setalle. I assume shell want to be away from all of this with us. "

  "Ten. "

  "Two more for Teslyn," Joline said. "She will undoubtedly want to go with us, though she currently has nothing to say on the matter. And well need about four pack animals worth to carry our things. Theyll have to trade their burdens too, so four more for that. Twenty. "

  "Which youll feed how?" Mat asked. "If youre riding that hard, you wont have time to graze your horses. Theres barely anything for them to eat these days anyway. " That had proven a big problem; the spring grass wasnt coming in. The meadows they passed were brown with fallen leaves, the dead winter weeds pressed flat by snow, barely a new shoot of grass or weed. Horses could feed on the dead leaves and winter grass, of course, but wild deer and other animals had been active, eating down whatever they could find.

  If the land didnt decide to start blooming soon . . . well, they were in for a difficult summer. But that was another problem entirely.

  "We will need you to give us feed, of course," Joline said. "And some coin for inns. . . . "

  "And who is going to take care of all those horses? You going to brush them down each night, check their hooves, see that their feed is properly measured?"

  "I suppose we should take a handful of your soldiers with us," Joline said, sounding dissatisfied. "A necessary inconvenience. "

  "The only thing that is necessary," Mat said flatly. "Is for my men to stay where theyre wanted, not where theyre an inconvenience. No, they stay—and youll have no coin from me. If you want to go, you can take one horse each and a single packhorse to carry your things. Ill give you some feed for the poor beasts, and giving you that much is generous. "

  "But with only one horse each, well barely be faster than the army!" Joline said.

  "Imagine that," Mat said. He turned away from her. "Vanin, go and tell Mandevwin to pass the word. Well be camping soon. I know its barely afternoon, but I want the Band far enough from that village not to be threatening, but close enough that a few of us can go down to feel things out. "

  "All right," Vanin said, with none of the respect hed shown the bloody Aes Sedai. He turned his horse and began to ride down the line.

  "And Vanin," Mat called. "Make sure Mandevwin is aware that when I say a few of us will go down, I mean a very small group, led by myself and Talmanes. I wont have that village invaded by seven thousand soldiers looking for fun! Ill buy a cart in the town and what ale I can find, then send it back for the men. There is to be strict order in camp, with no one accidentally wandering down to visit, now. Understand?"

  Vanin nodded, looking grim. It was never fun to be the one who had to inform the men that they werent going to be getting leave. Mat turned back to the Aes Sedai. "Well?" he asked. "You taking my kind offer or not?"

  Joline just sniffed, then trotted her horse back down the ranks, obviously turning down the chance to go alone. Pity, that. It would have made him smile each step of the way to think of it. Though, it probably would have taken Joline all of three days to find some sap in a village somewhere to give her his horses so that her crew could ride faster.

  Edesina rode away, and Teslyn trailed after, regarding Mat with a curious expression. She still looked disappointed in him too. He glanced away, then felt annoyed at himself. What did be care what she thought?

  Talmanes was looking at him. "That was odd of you, Mat," the man said.

  "What?" Mat said. "The restriction on the men? Theyre a good lot, the Band, but Ive never known a group of soldiers who werent likely to get themselves in a little trouble now and then, particularly where theres ale to be found. "

  "I wasnt talking about the men, Mat," Talmanes said, bending to tap out his pipe against his stirrup, dottle falling to flutter back onto the stony roadway beside his horse. "Im talking about
how you treated the Aes Sedai. Light, Mat, we could have been rid of them! Id count twenty horses and some coin a bargain to be free of two Aes Sedai. "

  "I wont be shoved around," Mat said stubbornly, waving for the Band to begin its march again. "Not even to get rid of Joline. If she wants something from me, let her ask with a grain of politeness, rather than trying to bully me into giving her whatever she wants. Im no lap dog. " Burn it, he wasnt! And he wasnt husbandly either, whatever that meant.

  "You really do miss her," Talmanes said, sounding a little surprised as their horses fell into pace beside one another.

  "What are you blathering about now?"

  "Mat, you are not always the most refined of men, Ill admit. Sometimes your humor is indeed a bit ripe and your tone on the brusque side. But you are rarely downright rude, nor intentionally insulting. You really are on edge, arent you?"

  Mat said nothing, just pulled the brim of his hat down again.

  "Im sure that she will be fine, Mat," Talmanes said, tone gentler. "She is royalty. They know how to take care of themselves. And shes got those soldiers watching after her. Not to mention Ogier. Ogier warriors! Who would think of such a thing? Shell be all right. "

  "Were done with this conversation," Mat said, shifting his spear to hold it upright, curved blade toward the unseen sun above, butt in the lancers strap at the side of his saddle.

  "I just—"

  "Over," Mat said. "You dont have any more of that tabac, do you?"

  Talmanes sighed. "It was the last pinch. Good tabac—Two Rivers grown. The only pouch of it Ive seen in some time. It was a gift from King Roedran, along with the pipe. "

  "He must have valued you. "

  "It was good, honest work," Talmanes said. "And terribly boring. Not like riding with you, Mat. Its good to have you back, crust and all. But your talk of feed with the Aes Sedai does have me worried. "

  Mat nodded. "How are we on rations?"

  "Low," Talmanes said.

  "Well buy what we can at the village," Mat said. "Weve got coin coming out our ears, after what Roedran gave you. "

  A small village wasnt likely to have enough to supply the whole army. But, according to the maps, theyd soon be entering more populated lands. Youd pass a village or two every day in those areas, traveling with a quick force like the Band. To stay afloat, you scavenged and bought whatever little bit you could at each village you passed. A wagonload here, a cartful there, a bucket or two of apples from a passing farmstead. Seven thousand men was a lot to feed, but a good commander knew not to turn down even a handful of grain. It added up.

  "Yes, but will the villagers sell?" Talmanes asked. "On our way down to meet you, we had a savage time getting anyone to sell us food. Seems there isnt much to be found these days. Food is getting scarce, no matter where you go and no matter how much money you have. "

  Bloody perfect. Mat ground his teeth, then grew annoyed at himself for doing so. Well, maybe he was a little on edge. Not because of Tuon, though.