The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

Page 107

  At the bottom of the wide staircase, Rand spoke to a servant. "Fetch for me Nynaeve Sedai and Lord Ramshalan. Bring them to the sitting room. "

  Lord Ramshalan? The overstuffed man from Lady Chadmars former circle? "Rand," Min said quietly, reaching the bottom of the stairs, "what are you planning?"

  He said nothing. He strode through the white marble entryway, entering the sitting room, which was decorated in deep reds to contrast with the white floor. He did not sit, but remained standing with his arms behind his back, studying the map of Arad Doman hed ordered placed on the wall. The aged map hung where a fine oil painting once had, and seemed completely out of place in the room.

  On the map, there was a black ink mark at the edge of a small lake to the southeast. Rand had placed it there the morning after Kerb died. It marked Natrins Barrow.

  "It was a fort, once," Rand said absently.

  "The city where Graendal is hiding?" Min said, walking up beside him.

  He shook his head. "Its not a city. Ive sent scouts. Its just a solitary structure, built long ago to watch the Mountains of Mist and guard against incursion through the passes by Manetheren. It hasnt been used for military purposes since the Trolloc Wars; theres hardly need to worry about invasion from Two Rivers people who dont even remember the name Manetheren. "

  Min nodded. "Though, Arad Doman did get invaded by a shepherd from the Two Rivers. "

  Once that would have made him smile. She kept forgetting that he didnt do that anymore.

  "A few centuries back," Rand said, eyes narrowed in thought, "the king of Arad Doman seized Natrins Barrow back in the name of the throne. For some time before, it had been occupied by a minor noble family from Toman Head who had been trying to set up their own new kingdom. That happens on Almoth Plain occasionally. The Domani king liked the location, and used the fortress as a palace instead.

  "He spent a great deal of time there, so much, in fact, that several of his merchant enemies gained too much power in Bandar Eban. The King fell, but his successors also used the fortress, and it became a popular retreat for the Crown when the King needed relaxation. The practice dwindled during the last hundred years or so, until it was granted to a distant cousin of the King about fifty years back. Their family has used it ever since. Among the general Domani populace, Natrins Barrow has been largely forgotten. "

  "Except by Alsalam?" Min asked.

  Rand shook his head. "No. I doubt he knew of it at all. I learned this history from the royal archivist, who had to search for hours to locate the name of the family using the place. There has been no contact with them for months, though they used to visit towns on occasion. The few farm-steaders in the area say that someone new seems to be living in the palace, though nobody knows where the former owner went. They seem surprised that theyve never thought about how odd that is. "

  He eyed her. "This is exactly the sort of location Graendal would choose as her center of power. Its a jewel—a forgotten fortress of beauty and power, ancient and regal. Close enough to Bandar Eban for her to have a hand in ruling Arad Doman, but far enough away to be defensible and secluded. I made a mistake in my searches for her—I assumed shed want a beautiful manor with gardens and grounds. I should have realized; it isnt just beauty that she collects, but prestige. A magnificent fortress for kings fits her just as much as an elegant manor house. Particularly since this one is more palace than fort now. "

  Footsteps in the entryway behind drew Mins attention, and a few seconds later a servant ushered in Nynaeve and the foppish Ramshalan, with his pointed beard and thin mustache. Today he had tiny bells at the end of the beard and wore a black velvet beauty mark on his cheek, also in the shape of a bell. He wore a loose silk costume of green and blue, the sleeves drooping, ruffled shirt poking out beneath. Min didnt care what fashion dictated, the man looked ridiculous. Like a disheveled peacock.

  "My Lord called for me?" Ramshalan said, bowing extravagantly toward Rand.

  Rand didnt turn away from the map. "I have a puzzle for you, Ramshalan," he said. "I want to know what you think. "

  "Please, dont hesitate, my Lord!"

  "Then tell me this: How do I outthink an enemy I know is smarter than I am?"

  "My Lord. " Ramshalan bowed a second time, as if worried that Rand hadnt noticed the first one. "Surely you seek to trick me! There is nobody more intelligent than yourself. "

  "I wish that were true," Rand said softly. "I face some of the most crafty people who have ever lived. My current foe understands the minds of others in a way that I cannot hope to match. So how do I defeat her? She will vanish the moment I threaten her, running to one of a dozen other refuges she is sure to have set up. She wont fight me head-on, yet if I destroy her fortress in a surprise attack, I risk letting her slip away and never knowing if Ive finished her. "

  "A problem indeed, my Lord," Ramshalan said. He looked confused.

  Rand nodded, as if to himself. "I have to peer into her eyes, see into her soul, and know that its her that I face and not some decoy. I have to do that without frightening her into running. How? How can I kill a foe who is more clever than myself, a foe who is impossible to surprise, yet who is also unwilling to confront me?"

  Ramshalan looked overwhelmed by those demands. "I. . . . My Lord, if your foe is that clever, then perhaps your best course of action is to request the aid of someone more clever?"

  Rand turned to him. "An excellent suggestion, Ramshalan. Perhaps Ive already done just that. "

  The man swelled. He thinks thats why Rand summoned him! Min realized. She had to hide her smile with a turn of the head and a raised hand.

  "If you had an enemy such as this, Ramshalan, what would you do?" Rand asked. "I grow impatient. Give me an answer. "

  "Id make an alliance, my Lord," Ramshalan said without pausing for another second. "Anyone that powerful would make a better friend than foe, I say. "

  Idiot, Min thought. If your enemy is that crafty and ruthless, an alliance will only end with an assassins dagger in your back.

  "Another excellent suggestion," Rand said softly. "But I am still intrigued by the first comment you made. You said I need allies who are smarter than I am, and that is true. It is time for you to be off, then. "

  "My Lord?" Ramshalan said.

  "You are to be my emissary," Rand said, waving a hand. A gateway suddenly split the air on the far side of the room, shearing through the fine rug at the floor. "Too many of the Domani bloodborn are hiding, scattered through the country. I would have them as my allies, but it would be a drain on my time to seek each one in person. Fortunately, I have you to go on my behalf. "

  Ramshalan looked excited about the prospect. Through the gateway, Min could see towering pines, and the air on the other side was cold and crisp. Min turned and glanced at Nynaeve—dressed in blue and white again. The Aes Sedai watched the exchange with calculating eyes, and Min could read her own emotions in Nynaeves expression. What was Rands game?

  "Beyond that gateway," Rand said, "you will find a hill leading down to an ancient palace which is inhabited by a minor Domani merchant family. It is the first of many places I shall send you. Go in my name and seek those who rule the keep. See if they are willing to support me, or if they even know about me. Offer them rewards for allegiance; since you have proven yourself clever, I will let you determine the terms. I havent the mind for those sorts of negotiations myself. "

  "Yes, my Lord!" the man said, swelling further, though he did eye the gateway with concern, distrustful—like most people—of the One Power, particularly when wielded by a man. If it were opportune, this man would switch loyalties as quickly as he had when Lady Chadmar had fallen. What was Rand thinking, sending a popinjay like this to meet with Graendal?

  "Go, Rand said.

  Ramshalan took a few hesitant steps toward the gateway. "Er, my Lord Dragon, could I perhaps have something in the way of an escort?"


  "No need to frighten or alarm the people there," Rand said without turning from the map. Cold air continued to blow through the gateway. "Go quickly and return, Ramshalan. I will leave the gateway open until you are back. My patience is not limitless, and there are many I could turn to for this mission. "

  "I. . . . " The man seemed to calculate the risks. "Of course, Lord Dragon. " He took a deep breath and walked through the portal, his steps uncomfortable, like those of a house cat venturing out into a puddle of water. Min found herself feeling sorry for the man.

  Fallen needles crackled as Ramshalan moved off into the forest. A breeze hissed through the trees; it was an odd sound to hear while standing in the comfort of the mansion. Rand left the gateway open, still staring at his map.

  "All right, Rand," Nynaeve demanded after a few minutes, her arms folded. "What game is this?"

  "How would you beat her, Nynaeve?" Rand asked. "She wont be goaded into fighting me, like Rahvin or Sammael were. She wont be easily trapped either. Graendal understands people better than anyone. Twisted she may be, but she is crafty, and should not be underestimated. Torhs Margin made that mistake, I recall, and you know his fate. "

  Min frowned. "Who?" she asked, looking at Nynaeve. The Aes Sedai shrugged.

  Rand glanced at them. "I believe in history he was known at Torhs the Broken. "

  Again, Min shook her head. Nynaeve joined her. Neither was deeply versed in history, true, but Rand acted as if they should know this name. Rands face hardened, and he blushed just faintly, turning away from them. "The question remains," he said, voice soft but tense. "How would you fight her, Nynaeve?"

  "I dont care to play your games, Rand alThor," Nynaeve replied with a huff. "Youve obviously already decided what you intend to do. Why ask me?"

  "Because what I am about to do should frighten me," he said. "It doesnt. "

  Min shivered. Rand nodded to the Maidens standing in the doorway. Moving lightly, they crossed the room, leaped through the gateway, and spread through the pine forest, quickly vanishing from sight. All twenty together made less noise than Ramshalan had.

  Min waited. On the other side of the gateway, a distant sun was hidden from sight, giving a late-afternoon light to the shadowed forest floor. After a few moments, white-haired Sulin stepped into view and nodded to Rand. All clear.

  "Come," Rand said, and walked to the gateway. Min followed, though Nynaeve—breaking into a trot—beat her to the gateway.

  They stepped out onto a carpet of brown pine needles, dirtied from a long slumber beneath the vanished winter snows. Branches nudged one another in the breeze, and the mountain air was more chilly than the breeze had indicated. Min wished for a cloak, but there wasnt time to go fetch one. Rand strode directly through the forest, Nynaeve trotting up to him and speaking in a low voice.

  Nynaeve wouldnt get anything useful out of Rand, not when he was in this kind of mood. They would just have to see what he revealed. Min caught sight of some the Aiel in the woods, but only brief glimpses when they obviously werent taking care to hide. They certainly had taken well to life in the wetlands. How did a people raised in the Waste know so instinctively how to hide in a forest?