The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

Page 130

  When Kwamesa, the last, handed the Rod back to Egwene and declared herself not a Darkfriend, there was a visible release of tension in the room.

  "Very good," Egwene said, returning to stand at the head of the room. "From now on, we continue as one. No more squabbling. No more fighting. We each have the best interests of the White Tower—and the world itself—at heart. The twelve of us, at least, are confident in one another.

  "A cleansing is never easy. It is often painful. Today, we have cleansed ourselves, but what we have to do next will be nearly as painful. "

  "You . . . know the names of many others?" Takima asked, for once looking not a bit distracted.

  "Yes," Egwene said. "Over two hundred total, some from each Ajah. Some seventy among us here in this camp. I have the names. " She had returned in the night to fetch Verins books from her room. They were now safely hidden in her tent, invisible. "I propose that we arrest them, though it will be difficult, as we will have to seize all of them as simultaneously as possible. " Their greatest advantage, beyond surprise, was going to be the inherently distrusting nature of the Black Ajah. Verin and other sources had indicated that few sisters in the Black knew more than a handful of other names. There was an entire write-up in the book about Black Ajah organization, and their system of groups known as "hearts" that had minimal interaction to keep them hidden. Hopefully, that very system would slow their realizing what was happening.

  The Sitters looked daunted. "First," Egwene said, "we will claim that we need to spread important news to every Sister, but cant let it be overheard by the soldiers in camp. Well call the sisters into this pavilion by Ajah—its big enough to hold about two hundred people. Ill distribute to each of you the names of all the Black sisters. When each Ajah enters, Ill repeat to them what I told you and tell them theyre all going to have to reswear on the Oath Rod. Well be ready to seize Black sisters who try to escape. Well tie them up and deposit them in the audience tent. " That smaller tent was connected to the side of the Hall, and could be closed off so that entering sisters wouldnt see the captives.

  "Well have to do something about Warders," Lelaine said grimly. "Let them come in with their sisters, I suppose, and be prepared to seize them. "

  "Some of them will be Darkfriends," Egwene said. "But not all. And I dont know which ones. " Verin had had some notes about this, but not many, unfortunately.

  "Light, what a mess," Romanda muttered.

  "It must be done," haughty Berana said with a shake of her head.

  "And it must be done quickly," Egwene said. "So that the Black sisters dont have time to escape. Ill warn Lord Bryne to create a perimeter of archers and sisters we trust to stop any trying to escape, just in case. But that will only work for those too weak to make gateways. "

  "We mustnt let it come to that," Lelaine said. "A war inside the camp itself. . . "

  Egwene nodded.

  "And what of the White Tower?" Lelaine said.

  "Once we have cleansed ourselves," Egwene said, "then we can do what must be done to reunify the Aes Sedai. "

  "You mean—"

  "Yes, Lelaine," Egwene said. "I mean to begin an assault on Tar Valon by this evening. Pass the word and tell Lord Bryne to prepare his men. The news will serve to distract the Black members among us, and will make them less likely to notice what we are doing. "

  Romanda glanced at Sheriam and Moria, hanging in the air at the side of the tent, both weeping openly, mouths bound with gags of Air. "It must be done. I put forth a motion before the Hall to take the action the Amyrlin has suggested. "

  The tent grew still. Then, slowly, each women rose to give consensus. It was unanimous.

  "Light preserve us," Lelaine whispered. "And forgive us for what we are about to do. "

  My thoughts exactly, Egwene added.

  CHAPTER 44

  Scents Unknown

  Tarwins Gap is the place that makes the most sense!" Nynaeve argued. She and Rand rode on an overgrown road in the open grassland of Maredo, accompanied by a crowd of Aiel. Nynaeve was the only Aes Sedai there; Narishma and Naeff rode near the back of the group, looking sullen. Rand had forced their Aes Sedai to stay behind. He seemed particularly determined to assert his independence from them, lately.

  Nynaeve was astride a pure white mare named Moonlight, appropriated from Rands stable in Tear. It still seemed odd that he would have his own stable at all, let alone one in each of the major cities of the world.

  "Tarwins Gap," Rand said, shaking his head. "No. The more I think about it, the more I realize that we dont want to fight there. Lan is doing me a favor. If I can coordinate an assault alongside his own, I can gain great advantage. But I dont want to distract my armies with the Gap. It would be a waste of resources. "

  A waste of resources? The Gap was where Lan was heading, like an arrow loosed from a Two Rivers longbow. Heading there to die! And Rand said helping was a waste? Wool-headed fool!

  Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to calm down. If only he would argue, rather than speaking in that distant way he had recently adopted.

  He seemed so emotionless, but she had seen the beast get free and roar at her. It was coiled inside him, and if he didnt let his emotions out soon, they would devour him from the inside.

  But how to make him see reason? She had prepared argument after argument—each of them distinctly reasoned and calmly explained— during their time in Tear. Rand had ignored all of them, spending the last two days meeting with his generals and planning strategy for the Last Battle.

  Each day brought Lan one step closer to a fight he couldnt win. Each day made her more anxious; several times, shed nearly abandoned Rand and ridden for the north. If Lan was going to fight an impossible battle, then she longed to be at his side. But she stayed. Light take Rand alThor, she stayed. What good would it do to help Lan, only to let the world fall into Shadow because of a stubborn sheepherders stubborn . . . stubbornnessl

  She gave her braid a solid yank. The jeweled bracelets and rings on her hands glittered in the faint sunlight—the sky was cloudy, of course, just as it had been for weeks. Everyone tried to ignore how unnatural that was, but Nynaeve could still feel that storm building to the north.

  Such a short time left until Lan reached the Gap! Light send that he was slowed down by the Malkieri who had come to support him in his ride. Light send that he was not alone. Thinking of him, riding into the Blight, facing the army of Shadowspawn who infested his homeland. . . .

  "We have to attack there," Nynaeve said. "Ituralde says that the Blight is swarming with Trollocs. The Dark One is gathering his forces. You can bet that the bulk of them will be at the Gap, where its easiest to get through and strike at Andor and Cairhien!"

  "That is exactly why we will not attack at the Gap, Nynaeve," Rand said, voice cold and even. "We cannot let the enemy dictate our battlefield. The last thing we want to do is fight where they want us to, or where they expect us to. " He turned eyes northward. "Yes, let them gather. They seek me, and I shall not deliver myself. Why fight at Tarwins Gap? It makes the best sense to jump most of our armies right to Shayol Ghul. "

  "Rand," she said, trying to sound reasonable. Couldnt he see that she was reasonable? "There is no way that Lan has been able to gather a large enough force to hold back a mass assault by the Trollocs, particularly not with most of the Borderlander armies doing Light only knows what down here. Hell be overrun, and the Trollocs will invade!"

  Mention of the Borderlanders made Rands face tighten; they rode to meet with one of their messengers. "The Tfollocs will invade," Rand repeated.

  "Yes!"

  "Good," Rand said. "It will keep them occupied as I do what needs to be done. "

  "And Lan?" Nynaeve asked.

  "His attack will be well placed. " Rand nodded. "He will draw my enemies attention to Malkier and the Gap, and it will make them think that I am there. Shadowspa
wn cant move through gateways, so they cant move as quickly as I can. By the time theyve engaged Lan, Ill be past them and attacking directly at the Dark Ones heart.

  "I dont plan to abandon the southern lands, not at all. When the Trollocs punch through the Gap, they will break up into fists to invade. Thats when my forces will hit them, led by Bashere, Traveling by gateway to strike at each group of Trollocs from the sides or behind. That way, we can pick the best battlefields to suit our needs. "

  "Rand," Nynaeve said, her anger fading to horror. "Lan will die!"

  "Then who am I to deny him that?" Rand said. "We all deserve the chance to find peace. "

  Nynaeve found her mouth hanging open. He actually believed that! Or he was convincing himself to believe it, at least.

  "My duty is to kill The Dark One," Rand said, as if to himself. "I kill him, then I die. That is all. "

  "But—"

  "That is enough, Nynaeve. " Rand spoke softly in that dangerous voice of his. He would not be pressed further.

  Nynaeve sat back, stewing, trying to decide how to press him on the topic. Light! He would leave the people of the Borderlands to suffer and die in the Trolloc invasions? The people there wouldnt care if the Dark One had been defeated—they would be cooking in stewpots. That would leave Lan and the Malkieri to fight alone, a tiny force to resist the might of every monster that the Blight could spit out.

  The Seanchan would wage their war to the south and the west. The Trollocs would attack from the north and the east. The two would meet, eventually. Andor and the other kingdoms would be turned into a massive battleground, the people there—good people, like those in the Two Rivers—would have no chance against such warfare. Theyd be crushed.

  So what could she do to change it? She had to come up with a new strategy to influence Rand. Everything, in her heart, pointed at protecting Lan. She had to get him help!

  The group rode through open grassland spotted occasionally with farms. They passed one on the right, a solitary farmstead not unlike many back in the Two Rivers. Yet, in the Two Rivers, shed never seen a farmer watch travelers with such open hostility. The red-bearded man in dirtied trousers, with sleeves rolled nearly to his shoulders, leaned against a half-finished fence, his axe laid casually—but very visibly—on the logs beside him.

  His field had seen better years; though the soil had been neatly plowed and harrowed, the furrows had spat forth only the smallest of sprouts. The field was spotted with empty patches where seeds had inexplicably refused to take root, and the plants that were growing had a yellowish cast to them.

  A group of younger men were pulling a stump free from a neighboring field, yet to Nynaeves practiced eye, they werent actually trying to get any work done. They didnt have the harness hooked to their ox, and they hadnt loosened the stump in the earth by digging about it. Those lengths of wood lying in the grass were too stout and smoothly worked to be the shafts of tools. Quarterstaffs. It was almost an amusing display— considering the fact that Rand had two hundred Aiel with him—but it said something. These men expected trouble and were preparing for it. No doubt they could feel the storm themselves.