The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

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  She would never be able to change his course. He didnt trust Aes Sedai, and with good reason. He didnt seem to trust anyone, save perhaps for Min—but Min had resisted every attempt that Cadsuane had made at involving her. The girl was almost as bad as alThor.

  Visiting the docks was useless. Talking to her informants was useless. If she didnt do something soon, they were all doomed. But what? She leaned back against the building behind her, triangular banners blowing in front of her, pointing north. Toward the Blight and alThors ultimate destiny.

  An idea struck her. She seized it like a drowning woman in the churning waves. She didnt know what it was attached to, but it was her only hope.

  She spun on her heels and hurried back the way she had come, her head bowed, barely daring to think about her plan. It could fail so easily. If alThor really was as dominated by his rage as she feared, then even this would not help him.

  But if he really was that far gone, then there wasnt anything that would help him. That meant she had nothing to lose. Nothing but the world itself.

  Pushing her way through crowds and occasionally taking to the muddy street to avoid them, she arrived at the mansion. Some Aiel had taken the camp where Dobraines armsmen had staged until his withdrawal. They camped all about, some on the grounds, some in a wing of the mansion, others in nearby buildings.

  Cadsuane made her way to the wing that belonged to the Aiel, and she was not stopped. She enjoyed privileges among the Aiel that none of the other sisters had been given. She found Sorilea and the other Wise Ones in conference in one of the libraries. They were sitting on the floor, of course. Sorilea nodded to Cadsuane as she entered. She was all bone, thin and leathery, yet never could a person think her frail. Not with those eyes, set into a face that, despite being worn by wind and sun, was too young for her age. How was it that the Wise Ones could live so long, yet not obtain the Aes Sedai agelessness? That was a question Cadsuane had not been able to answer.

  She lowered her hood and joined the Wise Ones, seating herself on the floor, eschewing cushions. She looked Sorilea in the eyes. "I have failed," she said.

  The Wise One nodded, as if she had thought this same thing. Cadsuane forced herself not to show her annoyance.

  "There is no shame in failure," Bair said, "when that failure was the fault of another. "

  Amys nodded. "The Caraearn is stubborn beyond all men, Cadsuane Sedai. You have no toh toward us. "

  "Shame or toh," Cadsuane said, "it will all be irrelevant soon. But I have a plan. Will you help me?"

  The Wise Ones shared a look among them.

  "What is this plan?" Sorilea asked.

  Cadsuane smiled, then began to explain.

  Rand glanced over his shoulder, watching Cadsuane scuttle away. She probably thought that he hadnt noticed her hiding there at the side of the street. The cloak hid her face, but nothing could conceal that self-assured posture, not even the clumsy footgear. Even as she hurried, she seemed in control, and others moved out of her way reflexively.

  She flirted with his prohibition, following him through the town like this. However, she had not shown him her face, and so he let her go. It had probably been a poor move to exile her in the first place, but there was no going back now. He would just have to control his temper in the future. Keep it wrapped in ice, steaming deep inside his chest, pulsing like a second heart.

  He turned back to the docks. Perhaps there was no reason for him to check on the food distribution directly. However, he had found that the grain had a distinctly higher chance of getting to those who needed it if everyone knew they were being watched. This was a people who had been without a king for too long; they deserved to see that someone was in control.

  Upon reaching the wharf, he turned Taidaishar to angle along the back of the docks, moving at an unhurried pace. He glanced at the Ashaman riding beside him. Naeff had a strong, rectangular face and the lean build of a warrior; hed been a soldier in the Queens Guard of Andor before resigning in disgust during the reign of "Lord Gaebril. " Naeff had found his way to the Black Tower, and now wore both the Sword and Dragon.

  Eventually, Rand would probably have to either let Naeff return to his Aes Sedai—he had been among the first ones bonded—or bring her to him. He was loath to have another Aes Sedai nearby, although Nelavaire Demasiellin, a Green, was relatively pleasant as Aes Sedai went.

  "Continue," Rand said to Naeff as they rode. The Ashaman had been running messages and meeting with the Seanchan with Bashere.

  "Well, my Lord," Naeff said, "its just my gut feeling, but I dont think theyll accept Katar for the meeting place. They always grow difficult when Lord Bashere or I mention it, claiming they will have to seek further instructions from the Daughter of the Nine Moons. Their tones imply that the instructions will be that the location is unacceptable. "

  Rand spoke softly. "Katar is neutral ground, neither in Arad Doman nor deep within Seanchan lands. "

  "I know, my Lord. Weve tried. I promise that we have. "

  "Very well," Rand said. "If they continue to be bullheaded about this, I will choose another location. Return to them and say we will meet at Falme. "

  From behind, Flinn whistled quietly.

  "My Lord," Naeff said. "Thats well within the Seanchan border. "

  "I know," Rand said, glancing at Flinn. "But it has a . . . certain historic significance. We will be safe; these Seanchan are bound rigidly by their honor. They will not attack if we arrive under a banner of truce. "

  "Are you certain?" Naeff asked quietly. "I dont like the way they look at me, my Lord. Theres contempt in their eyes, every one of them. Contempt and pity, as if Im some lost hound, searching for scraps behind the inn. Burn me, but it makes me sick. "

  "Theyve got those collars of theirs handy, my Lord," Flinn said. "Flag of truce or not, theyll be itching to bind us all. "

  Rand closed his eyes, keeping the rage inside, feeling the salty sea air blow across him. He opened his eyes to a sky bounded by dark clouds.

  He would not think of the collar at his neck, his hand strangling Min. That was the past.

  He was harder than steel. He could not be broken.

  "We must have peace with the Seanchan," he said. "Differences notwithstanding. "

  "Differences?" Flinn asked. "I dont rightly think Id call that a difference, my Lord. They want to enslave every one of us, maybe execute us. They think its a favor to do either!"

  Rand held the mans gaze. Flinn was not rebellious; he was as loyal as they came. But still Rand made him wilt and bow his head. Dissension could not be tolerated. Dissension and lies had brought him to the collar. No more.

  "Im sorry, my Lord," Flinn finally said. "Burn me if Falme isnt a fine choice! Youll have them watching the skies with fear, you will. "

  "Go with the message now, Naeff," Rand said. "I want this settled. "

  Naeff nodded, turning his horse and trotting away from the column, a small group of Aiel guards joining him. One could only Travel from a place one knew well, and so he couldnt simply leave from dockside. Rand continued his ride, troubled by Lews Therins silence. The madman had been unusually distant lately. That should have pleased Rand, but it disturbed him instead. It had to do with the unnamed power that Rand had touched. He still often heard the madman weeping, whispering to himself, terrified.

  "Rand?"

  He turned, not having heard Nynaeves horse approach. She wore a bold green dress, modest by Domani standards, but still far more revealing than shed ever have considered during her days in the Two Rivers. She has a right to change, Rand thought. What is a loosening of dress compared to the fact that I have ordered exiles and executions?

  "What did you decide?" she asked.

  "We will meet them at Falme," he said.

  She muttered quietly.

  "What was that?" he asked.

  "Oh, just something about you being a wool-headed fool," s
he said, looking at him with defiant eyes.

  "Falme will be agreeable to them," he said.

  "Yes," she said. "It puts you perfectly within their hands. "

  "I cannot afford to wait, Nynaeve," he said. "This is a risk we must take. But I doubt they will attack. "

  "Did you doubt it last time too?" she asked. "The time when they took your hand?"

  He glanced down at his stump. "They are unlikely to have one of the Forsaken with them this time. "

  "You can be sure?"

  He met her eyes, and she held them, something few people could seem to manage these days. Finally, he shook his head. "I cannot be sure. "

  She sniffed in response, indicating that shed won that argument. "Well, well just have to be extra careful. Perhaps memories of the last time you visited Falme will make them uncomfortable. "

  "I hope so," he said.

  She muttered something else to herself, but he didnt catch it. Ny-naeve would never make an ideal Aes Sedai; she was far too free with her emotions, particularly her temper. Rand did not find it a fault; at least he always knew where he stood with Nynaeve. She was terrible at games, and that made her valuable. He trusted her. She was one of the few.

  We do trust her, dont we? Lews Therin asked. Can we?

  Rand didnt answer. He completed his review of the docks. Nynaeve stayed at his side. She seemed to be in a dark mood, though Rand couldnt see why. With Cadsuanes banishment, Nynaeve could fill the role as his primary advisor. Didnt that please her?

  Perhaps she was worried about Lan. As Rand turned his procession back toward the center of town, he asked, "Have you heard from him?"

  Nynaeve glanced at him, eyes narrowing. "Who?"

  "You know who," Rand said, riding past a row of bright red banners waving atop a line of homes, each holding scions of the same family.

  "His actions are none of your concern," Nynaeve said.

  "The entire world is my concern, Nynaeve. " He looked at her. "Would you not agree?"

  She opened her mouth, no doubt to snap at him, but faltered as she met his eyes. Light, he thought, seeing the apprehension in her face. / can do it to Nynaeve, now. What is it that they see when they look at me? That look in her eyes almost made him frightened of himself.

  "Lan will be well," Nynaeve said, looking away.

  "He has ridden to Malkier, hasnt he?"

  She flushed.

  "How long?" Rand asked. "He hasnt gotten to the Blight already, has he?" Turned loose to follow what he saw as both his duty and destiny, Lan would ride straight to Malkier alone. The kingdom—his kingdom—had been consumed by the Blight decades ago, when hed been a babe.

  "Two or three more months," she said. "Perhaps a little longer. He rides to Shienar to stand at the Gap, even if he has to do so alone. "

  "He seeks vengeance," Rand said softly. " To avenge what cannot be defended. "

  "He does his duty!" Nynaeve said. "But . . . I do worry at his brash-ness. He insisted that I take him to the Borderlands, so I did, but I left him in Saldaea. I wanted him as far from the Gap as possible. Hell have to cross some difficult terrain to get where hes going. "