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The solution was a small garden full of plants that thrived in the shade. Hydrangeas ran up the walls and surged around planters. Bleeding hearts sat in rows, with their tiny pink blossoms drooping from delicate three-pronged compound leaves. Flowering bristleboughs, with their thin, fingerlike leaves, and other small shade trees ran along the insides of the triangular walls, meeting in a single point.
Walking up and down the lines of trees as she waited, Egwene thought of Sheriam being Black. How many things had the woman had a hand in? Shed been Mistress of Novices for years during Siuans tenure as Amyrlin. Had she used her position to bully, perhaps to turn, other sisters? Had she been behind the attack of the Gray Man so long ago?
Sheriam had been part of the group that healed Mat. Surely she could have done nothing malicious while in a circle with so many other women— but anything involving the woman was suspect. That was so much! Sheriam had been one of those in charge of Salidar before Egwenes rise to power. What had Sheriam done, how much manipulation had she exerted then, how much had she betrayed to the Shadow?
Had she been aware ahead of time of Elaidas plans to depose Siuan? Galina and Alviarin were Black, and they had been two of the main instigators, so it seemed likely other Blacks had been warned. Were the exodus of half of the Tower, the gathering in Salidar, and the subsequent waiting and debating all part of the Dark Ones plan? What of Egwenes own rise to power? How many of the Shadows strings did she dance on without knowing it?
This is an exercise in futility, she told herself firmly. Dont go down that path. Even without Verins books, Egwene had suspected that the breaking of the Tower was the Dark Ones work. Of course he would be pleased that the Aes Sedai had split in two, rather than unifying behind one leader.
It was just more . . . personal now. Egwene felt dirtied, she felt duped. For a moment, she felt herself to be the country girl many thought her to be. If Elaida had been a pawn for the Blacks, then so had she. Light! How the Dark One must have laughed to see two rival Amyrlins, each with one of his loyal minions at her side, pitting them against one another.
I cant be certain exactly what he wants or why he wants it, Verin had said. Even after years of study, I cant be certain. . . . Who knew whether the Dark One laughed?
She shivered. Whatever his plan, she would fight him. Resist him. Spit in his eye, even if he won, just as the Aiel said.
"Well, thats a sight," Siuans voice said.
Egwene spun, realizing with chagrin that she no longer wore the dress of the Amyrlin, but a full suit of armor like a soldier riding to battle. In her hand, she carried a pair of Aiel spears.
She banished armor and spears with a thought, resuming the dress. "Siuan," she said curtly. "You may want to summon yourself a chair. Something has happened. "
Siuan frowned. "What?"
"First off, Sheriam and Moria are Black Ajah. "
"What?" Siuan said, shocked. "What nonsense is this?" She froze. "Mother," she added belatedly.
"It is not nonsense," Egwene said. "The truth, Im afraid. There are others, but I will have to give you their names later. We cant yet take them into custody. I need time to plan and think, an evening perhaps. We will strike soon. But until we do, I want Sheriam and Moria watched. Dont be alone around them. "
Siuan shook her head in disbelief. "How certain are you about this, Egwene?"
"Certain enough," Egwene said. "Watch them, Siuan, and be thinking of what to do. Ill want to hear your suggestions. Well need a way to take them quietly, then prove to the Hall that what weve done is justified. "
"This could be dangerous. " Siuan rubbed her chin. "I hope you know what you are doing, Mother. " She emphasized the last word.
"If I err," Egwene said, "then it will be on my head. But I dont think that I do. As I said, much has changed. "
Siuan bowed her head. "Are you still captive?"
"Not exactly. Elaida has—" Egwene hesitated, frowning to herself. Something was wrong.
"Egwene?" Siuan asked, anxious.
"I. . . . " Egwene began, then shuddered. Something was pulling on her mind, clouding it. Something was . . .
Pulling her back. Telaranrhiod winked away and Egwene opened her eyes back in her room, an anxious Nicola shaking her arm. "Mother," she was saying. "Mother!"
The girl had a bloody gash on her cheek. Egwene sat up sharply, and at that moment the entire Tower shook as if from an explosion. Nicola grabbed her arm, yelping in fright.
"What is going on?" Egwene demanded.
"Shadowspawn!" Nicola cried. "In the air, serpents that throw flame and weaves of the One Power! Theyre destroying us! Oh, Mother. Its Tarmon Gaidon!"
Egwene felt a moment of primal, nearly uncontrollable panic. Tarmon Gaidon! The Last Battle!
She heard screams in the distance, followed by the shouts of soldiers or Warders. No . . . no, she needed to focus! Serpents in the air. Serpents that wielded the One Power . . . or with riders that wielded the One Power. Egwene threw off the blanket and leaped to her feet.
It wasnt Tarmon Gaidon, but it was nearly as bad. The Seanchan had finally attacked the White Tower, just as Egwene had Dreamed.
And she couldnt channel enough Power to light a candle, let alone fight back.
CHAPTER 40
The Tower Shakes
Siuan awoke with a start. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. She scrambled off of her pallet. As she did, a dark figure moved suddenly on the other side of the tent, metal rasping against metal. Siuan froze, embracing the Source reflexively and summoning a globe of light.
Gareth Bryne stood alert, heron-marked steel drawn and ready. He wore only his smallclothes, and she had to keep herself from staring at his muscled body, which was in far better shape than that of most men half his age. "What is it?" he asked tensely.
"Light!" Siuan said. "You sleep with your sword?"
"Always. "
"Egwene is in danger. "
"What kind of danger?"
"I dont know," she admitted. "We were meeting and she vanished suddenly. I think . . . I think Elaida may have decided to execute her. Or at least pull her from her cell and . . . do something to her. "
Bryne didnt ask for details. He simply sheathed his sword, then proceeded to put on a pair of trousers and a shirt. Siuan still wore her now-wrinkled blue skirt and blouse—it was her habit to change after her meetings with Egwene, once Bryne was sound asleep.
She felt an anxiety she couldnt quite define. Why was she so on edge? It wasnt uncommon for something to wake a person while they were dreaming.
But most people werent Egwene. She was a master of the World of Dreams. If something had awakened her unexpectedly, she would have dealt with it, then returned to calm Siuans worries. But she hadnt, despite Siuans waiting for what had seemed like an eternity.
Bryne stepped up to her, now wearing his stiff gray trousers and uniform coat. Hed buttoned up his high collar, marked with three stars on the left breast and golden epaulets on the shoulders.
A frenzied voice called from outside. "General Bryne! My Lord General!"
Bryne glanced at her, then turned toward the tent flaps. "Come!"
A youthful soldier with neat black hair pushed into the tent and gave a quick salute. He didnt apologize for coming so late—Brynes men knew that their general trusted them to awake him if there was need. "My Lord," the man said. "Scouts report. Something is going on in the city. "
" Something, Tijds?" Bryne asked.
"The scouts arent certain, my Lord," the man said with a grimace. "With the cloud cover, the night is dark, and the spyglasses arent much help. There have been bursts of light near the Tower, like an Illuminators show. Dark shadows in the air. "
"Shadowspawn?" Bryne asked, pushing out of the tent. With the globe of light, Siuan and the soldier followed. The moon would be barely a sliver, and with those perpetual clouds, it was difficu
lt to see anything at all. The tents of the officers were slumbering banks of black on black around them, and the only really distinguishable lights were the watchfires of the guards at the palisade entrance.
"They could be Shadowspawn, my Lord," the soldier said, trotting after Bryne. "Stories tell of creatures of shadow that fly in such a way. But the scouts arent certain what theyre seeing. The flashes of light are there for sure, though. "
Bryne nodded, heading toward the watchfires. "Alert the night guard; I want them up and armored, just in case. Send runners to the city fortifications. And bring me more information!"
"Yes, my Lord. " The soldier saluted and ran off.
Bryne glanced at Siuan, his face illuminated by the globe of light hovering above her hand. "Shadowspawn wouldnt dare attack the White Tower," he said. "Not without a substantial ground assault waiting, and I sincerely doubt that there are a hundred thousand Trollocs hiding in what little cover these plains offer. So what in the blazes is going on?"
"Seanchan," Siuan said, a pit of ice forming in her stomach. "Fish guts, Gareth! It has to be. Egwene predicted it. "
He nodded. "Yes. They ride Shadowspawn, some of the rumors say. "
"Flying beasts," Siuan said, "not Shadowspawn. Egwene said that theyre called raken. "
He eyed her doubtfully, but said only, "What would make the Seanchan so foolhardy as to attack without a ground assault in tandem?"
Siuan shook her head. Shed always assumed that a Seanchan strike at the White Tower would mean a large-scale invasion, and Egwene had guessed that the attack was still months off. Light! It looked like Egwene could be wrong.
Bryne turned toward his watchfires, which were blazing higher in the night, tossing light across the front of the palisade. Inside the ring of wood, officers were rousing, calling to neighboring tents. Lamps and lanterns winked on.
"Well," Gareth said, "so long as they attack Tar Valon, they are no problem of ours. We just need to—"
"Im getting her out," Siuan said suddenly, surprising herself.
Bryne spun toward Siuan, into the light of her globe. His chin was shadowed by evening stubble. "What?"
"Egwene," Siuan said. "We need to go in for her. This will provide a perfect distraction, Gareth! We can go in and grab her before anyone is the wiser. "
He eyed her.
"What?"
"You gave your word not to rescue her, Siuan. " Light, but it felt nice to hear him use her name!
Focus! she scolded herself. "That doesnt matter now. Shes in danger and needs help. "
"She doesnt want help," Bryne said sternly. "We need to make certain our own force is safe. The Amyrlin is confident that she can care for herself. "
"I thought I could care for myself too," Siuan said. "And look where it got me. " She shook her head, glancing toward the distant spire of Tar Valon. She could just faintly see a burst of light along the spire, illuminating it briefly. "When Egwene speaks of the Seanchan, she always shivers. Very little upsets her—not the Forsaken, not the Dragon Reborn. Gareth, you dont know what the Seanchan do to women who can channel. " She met his eyes. "We need to go for her. "
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