The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

Page 87

  As always, a novice in white waited outside the tent to escort him from the inner camp. This time the novice was a short, plump woman who looked more than a few years too old to have taken up the white.

  Gawyn allowed the woman to lead him through the Aes Sedai camp, trying to pretend that she was just a guide, rather than a guard to see that he left as instructed. Bryne was right; the women did not like unnecessary bodies—soldiers in particular—wandering around their neat little imitation White Tower of a village. He passed bustling groups of white-clad women crossing walkways, watching him with the faint distrust the friendliest of people often gave an outsider. He passed Aes Sedai, universally self-assured whether they wore rich silk or stiff wool. He passed some groups of worker women, far more neat than those out in the soldier camp. They walked with an almost Aes Sedai air themselves, as if they gained a measure of authority by being allowed into the real camp.

  All these groups crisscrossed through an open square of trampled weeds that formed the common area. The most confusing thing he had discovered in this camp had to do with Egwene. More and more, he was coming to realize that the people here really did see her as Amyrlin. She wasnt simply a decoy set up to draw ire, nor was she a calculated insult, meant to rile Elaida. Egwene was Amyrlin to them.

  Obviously, she had been chosen because the rebels wanted someone easy to control. But they didnt treat her as a puppet—both Lelaine and Romanda spoke of her with respect. There was an advantage to Egwenes absence, since it created a void of power. Therefore, they accepted Egwene as a source of authority. Was he the only one who remembered that shed been an Accepted just months ago?

  She was in over her head. However, shed also impressed the people in this camp. It was like his mothers own rise to power in Andor many years before.

  But why did she refuse to allow a rescue? Traveling had been rediscovered—from what hed heard, Egwene herself had rediscovered it! He needed to talk to her. Then he could judge if her unwillingness to escape came from a fear of putting others in danger, or if it was something else.

  He unhobbled Challenge from the post at the border between Aes Sedai and army camps, nodded farewell to his novice handler, then swung into the saddle, checking the position of the sun. He turned his mount east along a pathway between army tents, and set out in a quick trot. He hadnt been lying when hed told Lelaine he had another appointment; hed promised to meet Bryne. Of course, Gawyn had set up the meeting because hed known he might need a means of escaping Lelaine. Bryne had taught him that: It didnt show fear to prepare your retreat ahead of time. It was just plain good strategy.

  Well over an hours ride later, Gawyn found his old teacher where theyd planned to meet: one of the outlying guard posts. Bryne was conducting an inspection not unlike the one Gawyn had used to mask his escape from the Younglings. The general was just mounting his big-nosed bay gelding as Gawyn trotted up, crossing the scrub grass and wan spring weeds. The guard post sat in a hollow on the side of a gentle incline, with a good view of the approach from the north. The soldiers stood respectfully in their generals presence, and they veiled their hostility toward Gawyn. It had gotten around that hed led the force which had raided them so successfully. A strategist like Bryne could respect Gawyn for his skill, no matter that they had been on opposite sides, but these men had seen colleagues killed by Gawyns troops.

  Bryne turned his horse to the side, nodding to Gawyn. "Youre later than you said youd be, son. "

  "But not later than you expected?" Gawyn said, pulling Challenge up.

  "Not at all," the sturdy man said, smiling. "You were visiting Aes Sedai. "

  Gawyn grinned at that, and the two turned their mounts and began to cross the open hills toward the north. Bryne planned to inspect all of the guard posts on the western side of Tar Valon, a duty that would involve a lot of riding, so Gawyn had offered to accompany him. There was blessed little else to do with his time; few of the soldiers would spar with him, and those who would tried just a little too hard to cause an "accident. " The Aes Sedai would only suffer so much of his prodding, and Gawyn didnt have a mind for the game of stones lately. He was too on edge, worried about Egwene and frustrated at his lack of progress. The truth was, hed never been very good at the game in the first place—not like his mother. Bryne had insisted that Gawyn practice it anyway as a method of learning battlefield strategy.

  The hillsides were scraggly with yellow weeds and larksbrush, with its tiny, faintly blue leaves and gnarled branches. There should have been wildflowers coating the hills in patches, but not a single one bloomed. The landscape felt sickly—yellow in patches, whitish blue in others, with generous helpings of dead brown scrub that hadnt regrown after the harsh winter.

  "And are you going to tell me how the meeting went?" Bryne asked as they rode, a squad of soldiers following behind as an honor guard.

  "Ill bet you have guessed that already as well. "

  "Oh, I dont know," Bryne said. "It is an unusual time, and strange events are common. Perhaps Lelaine decided to forgo scheming for a time and actually listen to your pleas. "

  Gawyn grimaced. "I think youd sooner find a Trolloc who has taken up weaving than an Aes Sedai who has given up scheming. "

  "I do believe that you were warned," Bryne said.

  There was no argument that Gawyn could make, so they simply rode in silence for a short time, passing the distant river to the right. Beyond that, the tower and roofs of Tar Valon. A prison.

  "Well eventually need to discuss that group of soldiers you left behind, Gawyn," Bryne said suddenly, eyes forward.

  "I dont see what there is to discuss," Gawyn said, which wasnt completely truthful. He had suspicions of what Bryne would ask, and he didnt look forward to the conversation.

  Bryne shook his head. "Ill need information, lad. Locations, troop counts, equipment lists. I know you were staging from one of the villages to the east, but which one? How many are in your force, and what kind of support are Elaidas Aes Sedai giving them?"

  Gawyn kept his eyes forward. "I came to help Egwene. Not to betray those who trusted me. "

  "You already betrayed them. "

  "No," Gawyn said firmly. "I abandoned them, but I have not betrayed them. And I do not intend to. "

  "And you expect me to let a potential advantage die untaken?" Bryne asked, turning to him. "What you have in that brain of yours could save lives. "

  "Or cost lives," Gawyn said, "if you look at it from the other side. "

  "Dont make this difficult, Gawyn. "

  "Or what?" Gawyn asked. "Youll put me to the question?"

  "Youd suffer for them?"

  "They are my men," Gawyn said simply. Or, at least, they were. Either way, he had had enough of being pushed around by circumstances and wars. He would give no loyalty to the White Tower, but neither would he offer it to these rebels. Egwene and Elayne held his heart and his honor. And if he couldnt give it to them, he would give it to Andor—and the entire world—by hunting down Rand alThor and seeing him dead.

  Rand alThor. Gawyn didnt believe Brynes defense of the man. Oh, he believed that Bryne meant what he said—but he was mistaken. It could happen to the best of people, taken in by the charisma of a creature like alThor. He had fooled Elayne herself. The only way to help any of them would be to expose this Dragon and dispose of him.

  He looked over at Bryne, who turned away. He was still thinking about the Younglings, likely. It was unlikely that Bryne would put Gawyn to the question. Gawyn knew the general, and his sense of honor, too well. It wouldnt happen. But Bryne might decide to imprison Gawyn. Perhaps it would be wise to offer him something.

  "They are youths, Bryne," Gawyn said.

  Bryne frowned.

  "Youths," Gawyn repeated. "Barely past their training. They belong on the sparring field, not on the battlefield. Their hearts are good, and their skills sound, but they are much less a threat to you now that I am g
one. I was the one who knew your strategy. Without me, they will have a much harder time of their raids. I suspect that if they continue to strike, they shall have their day with the butcher soon enough. No need for me to hasten them along. "

  "Very well," Bryne replied. "I will wait. But if their raids continue to be effective, you will hear this question from me again. "

  Gawyn nodded. The best thing he could do for the Younglings would be to help end this division between the rebels and the loyalists. But that seemed far beyond the scope of what he could accomplish. Perhaps after he freed Egwene he could think of some way to help. Light! They couldnt really be intending to go to blows, could they? The skirmish following Siuan Sanches fall had been bad enough. What would happen if armies met here, just outside of Tar Valon? Aes Sedai against Aes Sedai, Warder fighting Warder on a battlefield? A disaster.

  "It cant come to that," he found himself saying.

  Bryne looked at Gawyn as their horses continued across the field.

  "You cant attack, Bryne," Gawyn said. "A siege is one thing. But what will you do if they order you to mount an assault?"

  "What I always do," Bryne said. "Obey. "

  "But—"

  "I gave my word, Gawyn. "

  "And how many deaths is that word worth? Assaulting the White Tower would be a disaster. No matter how slighted these rebel Aes Sedai may feel, there will be no reconciliation if it happens by the sword. "

  "Thats not our decision," Bryne said. He glanced at Gawyn, a thoughtful expression on his face.

  "What?" Gawyn asked.

  "Im wondering why it matters to you. I thought you were just here for Egwene. "

  "I. . . . " Gawyn floundered.

  "Who are you, Gawyn Trakand?" Bryne asked, prodding further. "What are you your allegiances, really?"

  "You know me better than most, Gareth. "

  "I know who you were supposed to be," Bryne said. "First Prince of the Sword, trained by Warders but bonded to no woman. "

  "And thats not what I am?" Gawyn asked testily.

  "Peace, son," Bryne said. "This wasnt meant to be an insult. Just an observation. I know you were never as single-minded as your brother. I suppose I should have seen this in you. "

  Gawyn turned toward the aging general. What was the man talking about?

  Bryne sighed. "Its a thing most soldiers never face, Gawyn. Oh, they may consider it, but they dont let it torment them. This question is for someone else, someone higher up. "

  "What question?" Gawyn asked, perplexed.

  "Choosing a side," Bryne said. "And, once youve picked one, deciding if you made the right decision. The foot soldiers dont have to make this choice, but those of us who lead . . . yes, I can see it in you. That skill of yours with the sword is no small gift. Where do you use it?"

  "For Elayne," Gawyn said quickly.

  "As you do now?" Bryne asked with amusement.

  "Well, once I save Egwene. "

  "And if Egwene wont go?" Bryne asked. "I know that look in your eyes, lad. I also know some small bit about Egwene alVere. She wont leave this battlefield until a victor has been chosen. "