The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

Page 100

  Burn it, Mat. Youre married now, he told himself. Aludra was pretty, though.

  Egeanin was there, holding a nightflower shell upright for Aludra to work on. Aludras full-lipped face frowned in concentration as she tapped lightly on the shell. Egeanins dark hair was growing out, making her look less and less like one of the Seanchan nobility. Mat still had trouble trying to decide what to call the woman. She wanted to be known as Leilwin, and sometimes he thought of her like that. It was foolish to go about changing your name just because someone said you had to, but he didnt really blame her for not wanting to rile Tuon. She was a bloody stubborn one, Tuon was. He found himself glancing to the south again, but caught himself. Blood and ashes! Shed be just fine.

  Anyway, Tuon was gone now. So why did Egeanin continue the charade of calling herself Leilwin? Mat had actually called her by her old name once or twice after Tuons departure, but had received a curt reprimand. Women! They made no sense, and Seanchan women least of all.

  Mat glanced at Bayle Domon. The muscular, bearded Illianer leaned against a tree near the entrance to Aludras camp, two flapping white sheets of cloth extending in either direction near him. He still held out a warning hand. As if this entire camp werent Mats in the first place!

  Mat didnt push his way past, though. He couldnt afford to offend Aludra. She was flaming close to being done with those dragon designs of hers, and he meant to have those. But Light, if it didnt smart to have to pass a checkpoint in his own camp!

  Aludra looked up from her work, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She noted Mat, then looked back to her nightflower and began tapping with the hammer again. Bloody ashes! Seeing that reminded him why he visited Aludra so infrequently. The checkpoint was bad enough, but did the woman have to pound on something explosive with a hammer? Had she no sense at all? The entire lot of Illuminators were that way, though. Short a few foals of a full herd, as Mats father might say.

  "He may enter," Aludra said. "Thank you, Master Domon. "

  "It do be a pleasure, Mistress Aludra," Bayle said, lowering his hand and nodding amiably to Mat. Mat straightened his coat and walked forward, intent on asking about crossbows. Something immediately caught his eye, however. Spread out on the ground behind Aludra were a series of neat pages with detailed drawings, along with a list of notations with numbers beside them.

  "Are these the plans for the dragons?" Mat asked eagerly. He knelt down on one knee to inspect the sheets, without touching them. Aludra could be particular about that kind of thing.

  "Yes. " She was still tapping with her hammer. She eyed him, looking just faintly uncomfortable. Because of Tuon, he suspected.

  "And these figures?" Mat tried to ignore the awkwardness.

  "Supply requirements," she said. She put down her hammer and inspected the cylindrical nightflower from all sides. She nodded to Leilwin.

  Bloody ashes, but the figures were large! A mountain of charcoal, sulphur and . . . bat guano? The notes claimed there was a city specializing in producing it over in the northern reaches of the Mountains of Mist. What city specialized in gathering bat guano, of all things? There were requirements for copper and tin as well, though for some reason there were no numbers beside those. Just a little star notation.

  Mat shook his head. How would the common people react if they knew that the majestic nightflowers were just a paper, powder and—of all things—bat dung? No wonder Illuminators were so secretive with their craft. It wasnt just about preventing competition. The more you knew about the process, the less wondrous and more ordinary it became.

  "This is a lot of material," Mat said.

  "A miracle, that is what you asked me for, Matrim Cauthon," she replied, handing her nightflower to Leilwin and picking up her writing board. She made some notations on the sheet strapped to the front. "That miracle, I have broken down into a list of ingredients. A feat which is in itself miraculous, yes? Do not complain of the heat when someone offers you the sun in the palm of her hands. "

  "Doesnt seem so manageable to me," Mat muttered, mostly to himself. "Is this figure the costs?"

  "I am not a scribe," Aludra said. "Those are estimates only. The calculations, I have taken them as far as I can go, but the rest will have to be figured by those more proficient. The Dragon Reborn, he can afford such costs. " Leilwin watched Mat with a curious expression. Things had changed with her, too, because of Tuon. But not in the way hed expected.

  Mention of Rand brought the colors swirling into Mats vision, and he suppressed a sigh as he shook them away. Maybe Rand could manage costs like these, but Mat certainly couldnt. Why, hed have to dice with the queen of Andor herself to find this kind of coin!

  But that was Rands problem. Burn him, hed better appreciate what Mat was going through for him. "This doesnt include a manpower estimate," Mat noticed, scanning the sheets again. "How many bellfounders are you going to need for this project?"

  "Every one you can get," Aludra said curtly. "Is that not what you promised me? Every bellfounder from Andor to Tear. "

  "I suppose," Mat said. He hadnt actually expected her to take him literally on that. "What about copper and tin? You dont have an estimate of those. "

  "I need all of it. "

  "All of. . . . What do you mean, all of it?"

  "All of it," she repeated, as simply and calmly as if she were asking for more cloudberry jam for her porridge. "Every scrap of copper and tin you can scrounge up this side of the Spine of the World. " She paused. "Perhaps that does seem too ambitious. "

  "Bloody right its ambitious," Mat muttered.

  "Yes," Aludra said. "Let us assume the Dragon has control of Caemlyn, Cairhien, Illian and Tear. If he were to provide me with access to each and every mine and metal store of copper and tin in those four cities, I suppose it would be sufficient. "

  "Every metal store," Mat said flatly.

  "Yes. "

  "In four of the worlds largest cities. "

  "Yes. "

  "And you suppose that would be sufficient. "

  "I believe that is what I said, Matrim Cauthon. "

  "Great. Ill see what I can do about that. Would you like the bloody Dark One to come polish your shoes while youre at it? Maybe we could dig up Artur Hawkwing and get him to do a dance for you. "

  Leilwin gave Mat a glare at the mention of Artur Hawkwing. After a moment, Aludra finished her annotations, then turned to regard Mat. She spoke flatly, just vaguely hostile. "My dragons, they will be a great power for a man of war. You claim what I have given you is extravagant. It is only needed. " She eyed him. "I will not lie and say I didnt expect this dismissiveness from you, Master Cauthon. Pessimism, she is a fond friend of yours, yes?"

  "Thats uncalled for," Mat grumbled, glancing back down at the drawings. "I barely know her. Mere acquaintances, at best. Youve got my oath on it. "

  That earned a snort from Bayle. Whether it was one of amusement or derision was impossible to tell without looking back to judge his face. Mat didnt glance at him. Aludra was staring at him. Their eyes met for a moment, and Mat realized hed probably been too curt with her. Maybe he was uncomfortable around her. A little. Theyd been getting close before Tuon. And was that pain, hidden in Aludras eyes?

  "Im sorry, Aludra," he said. "I shouldnt have talked like that. "

  She shrugged.

  He took a deep breath. "Look, I know that . . . well, its odd how Tuon—"

  She waved a hand, cutting him off. "It is nothing. I have my dragons. You have brought me the chance to create them. Other matters are no longer of concern. I wish you happiness. "

  "Well," he said. He rubbed his chin, then sighed. Best to just let it pass. "Anyway, I hope I can get this done. You ask for a lot of resources. "

  "These bellfounders and materials," she said, "they are what I need. No more and no less. I have done what I can here, without resources. I will still need to spend week
s testing—we will need to make a single dragon first, to check. So you have some time to gather all of this. But it will take much time, and yet you refuse to tell me when the dragons will be needed. "

  "Cant tell you things I dont know myself, Aludra," Mat said, glancing northward. He felt a strange tugging, as if someone had hooked a fishermans line about his insides and was softly—but insistently—pulling on it. Rand, is that you, burn you? Colors swirled. "Soon, Aludra," he found himself saying. "Time is short. So short. "

  She hesitated, as if sensing something in his voice. "Well," she said. "If that be the case, then my requests are not so extravagant, yes? If the world goes to war, the forges will soon be needed for arrowheads and horseshoes. Better to put them to work now on my dragons. Let me assure you, each one we finish will be worth a thousand swords in battle. "

  Mat sighed, stood up and tipped his hat to her. "All right, then," he said. "Fair enough. Assuming Rand doesnt bloody burn me to a crisp the moment I suggest this, Ill see what I can do. "

  "You would be wise to show Mistress Aludra respect," Leilwin said, eyeing Mat, speaking with that slow Seanchan drawl. "Rather than being so flippant toward her. "

  "That was sincere!" Mat said. "That last part was, at least. Burn me, woman. Cant you tell when a mans being sincere?"

  She eyed him, as if trying to decide if that very pronouncement were some kind of mockery. Mat rolled his eyes. Women!

  "Mistress Aludra is brilliant," Leilwin said sternly. "You dont understand the gift she is giving you in these plans. Why, if the Empire had these weapons. . . . "

  "Well, see that you dont give them to it, Leilwin," Mat said. "I dont want to wake up one morning and find that youve run off with these plans in an attempt at retrieving your title!"

  She looked insulted that hed suggest such a thing, though it seemed like the logical thing to do. Seanchan had an odd sense of honor—Tuon hadnt tried once to flee from him, though shed had ample opportunity.

  Of course, Tuon had suspected from near the beginning that shed marry him. Shed had that damanes Foretelling. Burn him, he wouldnt look southward again. He wouldnt!

  "My ship is being driven by different winds now, Master Cauthon," Leilwin said simply, turning from him and glancing at Bayle.

  "But you wouldnt help us fight the Seanchan," Mat protested. "It seems that youd—"

  "You do be swimming in deep water right now, lad," Bayle interjected in a soft voice. "Aye, deep water, filled with lionfish. It may be time to stop splashing so loudly. "

  Mat closed his mouth. "All right then," he said. Shouldnt the two of them be treating him with more respect? Wasnt he some kind of high Seanchan prince or something? He should have known that wouldnt help him with Leilwin or the bearded sailor.

  Anyway, he had been sincere. Aludras words made sense, crazy though they sounded at first. They would need to dedicate a lot of foundries to the work. The weeks it was going to take him to reach Caemlyn seemed even more galling now. Those weeks spent on the road should be spent building dragons! A wise man learned that there was no use fretting over long marches—but Mat felt far from wise lately.