The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

Page 67

  What have you done? Lews Therin asked. Oh, Light. Better to have killed again than to do this. . . . Oh, Light. We are doomed.

  Rand savored the power for a moment longer, then—regretfully—let it drop away. He would have held on, but he was simply too exhausted. The vanishing of it left him numb.

  Or . . . no. That numbness had nothing to do with the power hed held. He turned around, looking down at Min, who coughed quietly and rubbed her neck. She looked up at him, and seemed afraid. He doubted that she would ever see him the same way again.

  He had been wrong; there had indeed been something more that Semirhage could do to him. He had felt himself killing one he loved dearly. Before, when hed done it as Lews Therin, he had been mad and unable to control himself. He could barely remember slaying Hyena, as if through a clouded dream. Hed realized what he had done only after Ishamael had awakened him.

  Finally, now, he knew precisely what it was like to watch as he killed those he loved.

  "It is done," Rand whispered.

  "What?" Min asked, coughing again.

  "The last that could be done to me," he said, surprised at his own calmness. "They have taken everything from me now. "

  "What are you saying, Rand?" Min asked. She rubbed her neck again. Bruises were beginning to show.

  He shook his head as—finally—voices sounded in the hallway outside. Perhaps the Ashaman had sensed him channeling when hed tortured Min.

  "I have made my choice, Min," he said, turning toward the door. "You have asked for flexibility and laughter from me, but such things are no longer mine to give. I am sorry. "

  Once, weeks ago, he had decided that he must become stronger— where he had been iron, he had decided to become steel. It appeared that steel was too weak.

  He would be harder, now. He understood how. Where he had once been steel, he became something else. From now on, he was cmndillar. He had entered a place like the void that Tarn had trained him to seek, so long ago. But within this void he had no emotion. None at all.

  They could not break or bend him.

  It was done.

  CHAPTER 23

  A Warp in the Air

  What of the sisters who were guarding her cell?" Cadsuane asked, stomping up the wooden steps beside Merise. "Corele and Nesune are alive, thankfully, though they were left extremely weak," Merise said, holding her skirt up as she hurried along. Narishma followed them, the bells at the end of his braids ringing softly. "Daigian is dead. Were not certain why the other two were left alive. "

  "Warders," Cadsuane said. "Kill the Aes Sedai, and their Warders would know immediately—and we would have learned that something was wrong. " The Warders should have noticed that something was wrong anyway—theyd have to interrogate the men to see what they had felt. But there was likely a correlation.

  Daigian had no living Warder. Cadsuane felt a stab of regret for the pleasant sister, but shoved it aside. No time for it now.

  "The other two were placed in some kind of trance," Merise said. "I could see no remnants of weaves, nor could Narishma. We discovered the sisters just before the alarm was sounded, then went for you as soon as we were assured that alThor was alive and our enemies had been dealt with. "

  Cadsuane nodded crossly. Of all the nights to be out visiting the Wise Ones in their tents! Sorilea and a small group of them followed behind Narishma, and Cadsuane didnt dare slow her pace, lest the Aiel women trample her in their haste to see alThor.

  They reached the top of the stairs, then sped down the hallway toward alThors room. How could he have gotten himself into this much trouble, again And how had that blasted Forsaken gotten free of her cell? Someone must have helped her, but that meant a Darkfriend in their camp. It wasnt unlikely—if Darkfriends existed in the White Tower, then they could undoubtedly be found here. But what Darkfriend could incapacitate three Aes Sedai? Surely channeling on that level should have been felt by every sister or Ashaman in the camp.

  "Was the tea involved?" Cadsuane asked Merise quietly.

  "Not that we can tell," the Green replied. "Well know more when the other two wake. They fell unconscious as soon as we brought them out of their trance. "

  Cadsuane nodded. AlThors door was open, and Maidens swarmed outside it like wasps who had just discovered their nest was gone. Cadsuane couldnt say that she blamed them. Apparently, alThor had said little of what had happened. The fool boy was lucky to still be alive! What a Light-cursed mess, Cadsuane thought, passing the Maidens and entering the chamber.

  A small knot of Aes Sedai clustered on the far side of the room, speaking quietly. Sarene, Erian, Beldeine—all of those in the camp who werent either dead or incapacitated. Except Elza. Where was Elza?

  The three nodded to Cadsuane as she entered, but she spared them barely a glance. Min sat on the bed, rubbing her neck, eyes red, short hair disheveled, face pale. AlThor stood beside the open far window, looking out at the night, his hand clasping his stump behind him. His coat lay rumpled on the floor, and he stood in white shirtsleeves, a cool wind blowing in and ruffling his red-gold hair.

  Cadsuane surveyed the room; behind her, in the hall, the Wise Ones began to interrogate the Maidens. "Well?" Cadsuane said. "What happened?"

  Min looked up. There were red marks on her neck, the beginnings of bruises. Rand did not turn from the window. Insolent boy, Cadsuane thought, coming farther into the room. "Speak up, boy!" she said. "We need to know if the camp is in danger. "

  "The danger has been dealt with," he said softly. Something in his voice made her hesitate. She had been expecting anger, or perhaps satisfaction, from him. Fatigue at the very least. Instead, his voice sounded cool.

  "Will you explain what that means?" Cadsuane demanded.

  Finally, he turned, looking at her. She took an involuntary step backward, though she couldnt say why. He was still the same foolish boy. Too tall, too self-confident, and too blunt-headed. There was a strange serenity about him now, but it had a dark edge. Like the serenity one saw in the eyes of a condemned man the moment before he stepped up to the hangmans noose.

  "Narishma," Rand said, looking past Cadsuane. "I have a weave for you. Memorize it; I will show it to you only once. " With that, alThor put his hand out to the side and a bar of brilliant white fire shot from between his fingers and struck his coat, which lay on the floor. It vanished in a burst of light.

  Cadsuane hissed. "I told you never to use that weave, boy! You will never do so again. Do you hear me! This is not—"

  "That is the weave we must use when fighting Forsaken, Narishma," alThor said, his quiet voice cutting straight through Cadsuane s. "If we kill them with anything else, they can be reborn. It is a dangerous tool, but still just a tool. Like any other. "

  "It is forbidden," Cadsuane said.

  "I have decided that it is not," alThor said calmly.

  "You dont have any idea what that weave can do! Youre a child playing with—"

  "I have seen balefire destroy cities," alThor said, eyes growing haunted. "I have seen thousands burned from the Pattern by its purifying flames. If you call me a child, Cadsuane, then what are those of you who are thousands of years my juniors?"

  He met her gaze. Light! What had happened to him? She struggled to collect her thoughts. "So Semirhage is dead?"

  "Worse than dead," alThor said. "And far better off, in many ways, I should think. "

  "Well, then. I suppose we can get on with—"

  "Do you recognize that, Cadsuane?" alThor said, nodding toward something metallic sitting on the bed, mostly hidden by the sheets.

  Hesitantly she walked forward. Sorilea looked over, expression unreadable. Apparently, she didnt wish to be drawn into the conversation when alThor was in such a mood. Cadsuane didnt blame her.

  Cadsuane pulled back the sheets, revealing a familiar pair of bracelets. There was no collar.

  "Impossible," she whispered.


  "That is what I assumed," alThor said in that terribly calm voice of his. "I told myself that it obviously couldnt be one of the same terangreal I relinquished to you. You promised they would be protected and hidden. "

  "Well, then," Cadsuane said, unnerved. She covered the things back up. "That is settled then. "

  "It is. I sent people to your room. Tell me, is this box where you were keeping the bracelets? We found it open on the floor of your quarters. "

  A Maiden brought out a familiar oak box. It was the same one, obviously. Cadsuane turned toward him in anger. "You searched my room!"

  "I was unaware that you were visiting the Wise Ones," alThor said. He gave a small nod of respect to Sorilea and Amys, which they hesitantly returned. "I sent servants to check on you, as I feared that Semirhage might have tried for revenge on you. "

  "They shouldnt have touched this," Cadsuane said, taking the box from the Maiden. "It was prepared with very intricate wards. "

  "Not intricate enough," alThor said, turning away from her. He still stood by that darkened window, looking out over the camp.

  The room fell silent. Narishma had been asking quietly after Mins health, but he fell silent when alThor stopped speaking. Rand obviously felt that Cadsuane was responsible for the male adam being stolen, but that was preposterous. She had prepared the best ward she knew, but who knew what knowledge the Forsaken had for getting past wards?

  How had alThor survived? And what of the other contents of that box? Did alThor now have the access key, or had the statuette been taken by Semirhage? Did Cadsuane dare ask? The silence continued. "What are you waiting for?" she finally asked with all the bravado she could summon. "Do you expect an apology from me?"

  "From you?" alThor asked. There was no humor in his voice, just the same cold evenness. "No, I suspect that I could sooner extract an apology from a stone than from you. "

  "Then—"

  "You are exiled from my sight, Cadsuane," he said softly. "If I see your face again after tonight, I will kill you. "

  "Rand, no!" Min said, standing up beside the bed. He didnt turn toward her.

  Cadsuane felt an immediate stab of panic, but shoved it aside with her anger. "What?" she demanded. "This is foolishness, boy. I. . . . "

  He turned, and again that gaze of his made her trail off. There was a danger to it, a shadowy cast to his eyes that struck her with more fear than shed thought her aging heart could summon. As she watched, the air around him seemed to warp, and she could almost think that the room had grown darker.

  "But. . . . " She found herself stuttering. "But you dont kill women. Everyone knows it. You can hardly put the Maidens into danger for fear of them getting hurt!"

  "I have been forced to revise that particular inclination," alThor said. "As of tonight. "

  "But—"

  "Cadsuane," he said softly, "do you believe that I could kill you? Right here, right now, without using a sword or the Power? Do you believe that if I simply willed it, the Pattern would bend around me and stop your heart? By . . . coincidence?"