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"Because," he said, striding toward the keep, voice growing almost too soft to hear, "I . . . have a debt to you for caring when I cannot. If you seek Perrin out, tell him that I will soon need him. "
With that, he left her.
Nynaeve stood in the horse yard, watching him go. There was a wet scent to the air, the smell of new rain, and she could feel that shed missed a sprinkle. Not enough to clear the air or muddy the ground, but enough to leave wetted sections of stone in shaded corners. To her right, men galloped and exercised horses beneath the dun sky, riding across sandy earth between pickets. The Stone was the only fortress she knew of with exercise areas for cavalry—but, then, the Stone was far from ordinary.
The rumble of hoofbeats was like the sound of a distant storm, and she found herself glancing northward. The storm there felt closer than it had before. Shed assumed it was gathering in the Blight, but now she wasnt so certain.
She took a deep breath, then hastened to the keep. She passed Defenders in their immaculate uniforms, the upper arm portions ribbed and puffy, breastplates smooth and curved. She passed stableboys, each probably dreaming of one day wearing that same uniform, but for now only leading horses back to the stables for hay and currying. She passed dozens of servants in linens, doubtless far more comfortable than Nynaeves maroon wool.
The keep itself was a towering rock of a structure, sheer walls broken only by windows. Except that she could still spot the place where Mat had destroyed a section of stone with his Illuminators fireworks when coming to rescue Nynaeve and the others from their imprisonment. Fool boy. Where was he? She hadnt seen him in . . . in quite a long time. Since Ebou Dar had fallen to the Seanchan. In a way, she felt as though shed abandoned him, though shed never admit that. Why, shed embarrassed herself enough in front of the Daughter of the Nine Moons when shed defended that scoundrel! She still didnt know what had come over her.
Mat could care for himself. He was probably carousing in some inn while the rest of them worked to save the world—drinking himself silly and playing at dice. Rand was another matter. Hed been so much easier to deal with when hed continued to act like other men—stubborn and immature, but predictable. This new Rand with the cold emotions and the cold voice was truly unnerving.
The narrow corridors of the Stone were still unfamiliar to Nynaeve, and she often got lost. Her disorientation wasnt helped by the fact that hallways and walls sometimes changed places. Shed tried to discount such tales as superstitious nonsense, but the day before, shed woken to discover that her room had indeed suddenly and mysteriously moved. Her door had opened to a smooth wall of the same seamless rock as the Stone itself. Shed been forced to escape through a gateway, and had been shocked to learn that her window looked out from a location two stories higher than it had the previous night!
Cadsuane said it was the Dark Ones touch on the world, causing the Pattern to unravel. Cadsuane said a lot of things, and few of them were things that Nynaeve wished to hear.
Nynaeve got lost twice as she wove her way through the corridors, but she eventually arrived at Cadsuanes room. At least Rand hadnt forbidden his stewards to grant her rooms. Nynaeve knocked—shed learned that shed better—then entered.
The Aes Sedai from Cadsuanes group—Merise and Corele—sat in the room, knitting and sipping tea, trying to look like they were not waiting on the infernal womans whims. Cadsuane herself was speaking quietly with Min, whom she had all but appropriated in recent days. Min herself didnt seem to mind, perhaps because it wasnt easy to spend time with Rand these days. Nynaeve felt a stab of sympathy for the girl. Ny-naeve only had to deal with Rand as a friend; all of this would be much harsher on the one who shared his heart.
All eyes turned toward Nynaeve as she closed the door. "I think Ive found him," she announced.
"Who is that, child?" Cadsuane said, leafing through one of Mins books.
"Perrin," Nynaeve said. "You were right; Rand did know where he was. "
"Excellent!" Cadsuane said. "You did well; it appears that you can be of use. "
Nynaeve wasnt certain which annoyed her more—the backhanded compliment, or the fact that her heart swelled with pride at hearing it. She was no girl, without her braid, to be stroked by this womans words!
"Well?" Cadsuane looked up from the book. The others remained silent, though Min did shoot Nynaeve a congratulatory smile. "Where is he?"
Nynaeves opened her mouth to reply before she caught herself. What was it about this woman that made her want to obey? It wasnt the One Power or anything to do with it. Cadsuane simply projected the air of a stern, but fair, grandmother. The type you never spoke back to, but who would give you some baked sweets in reward for sweeping the floor when told.
"First, I want to know why Perrin is important. " Nynaeve stalked into the room and took the only remaining seat, a painted wooden stool. When she sat, she found herself sitting a few inches below eye level. Like a student before Cadsuane. She almost stood up, but realized that would draw more attention.
"Phaw!" Cadsuane said. "Youd hold this knowledge back, even if it means the lives of those you hold dear?"
"I want to know what Ive gotten myself into," Nynaeve said stubbornly. "I want to know that this information isnt going to end up hurting Rand further. "
Cadsuane snorted. "You presume to think that Id hurt the fool boy?"
"Im not going to presume otherwise," Nynaeve snapped. "Not until you tell me what you are doing. "
Cadsuane closed the book—Echoes of His Dynasty—and looked perturbed. "Will you at least tell me how the meeting with the Borderlan-ders went?" she asked. "Or is that information held for ransom as well?"
Did she think shed distract Nynaeve that easily? "It went poorly, as one might expect," she said. "Theyve hunkered down outside Far Madding and refuse to meet with Rand unless he comes within range of the Guardian, cutting himself off from the Source. "
"Did he take it well?" Corele asked from her cushioned bench at the side of the room. She smiled faintly; she seemed to be the only one who thought the changes in Rand were amusing, rather than terrifying. But, then, she was one of the women who had bonded an Ashaman at practically the first opportunity.
"Did he take it well?" Nynaeve repeated flatly. "That depends. Does pulling out that blasted terangreal and threatening to rain down fire on the army strike you as Taking it well?"
Min paled. Cadsuane raised an eyebrow.
"I stopped him," Nynaeve said. "But just barely. I dont know. It . . . it might be getting too late to do anything to change him. "
"That boy will laugh again," Cadsuane said quietly, but intensely. "I didnt live this long to fail now. "
"What does it matter?" Corele said.
Nynaeve turned in shock.
"Well?" Corele set down her mending. "What does it matter? Were obviously going to succeed. "
"Light!" Nynaeve said. "What gave you that idea?"
"Weve just spent all afternoon drilling this girl about her visions. " Corele nodded to Min. "They always come true, and shes seen things that obviously cant happen until after the Last Battle. So we know that Rand is going to defeat the Dark One. The Pattern has already decided it. We can stop worrying. "
"No," Min said. "Youre wrong. "
Corele frowned. "Child, are you saying that you lied about the things youve seen?"
"No," Min said. "But if Rand loses, there is no Pattern. "
"The girl is correct. " Cadsuane sounded surprised. "What this child sees are weavings in the Pattern from a time still distant—but if the Dark One wins, he will destroy the Pattern entirely. This is the only way the visions could fail to occur. The same holds for other prophecies and Foretellings. Our victory is by no means sure. "
That stilled the room. They werent playing at village politics or national dominance. At stake was creation itself.
Light. Can I withhold this information if
theres any chance of it helping Lan? It wrenched her heart to think of him, and she had few options. In fact, Lans only hope seemed to rest in the armies Rand could marshal and the gateways his people could form.
Rand had to change. For Lan. For them all. And she had no idea what to do other than, unfortunately, to trust Cadsuane. Nynaeve swallowed her pride and spoke. "Do you know the location of a statue of an enormous sword, fallen to the earth as if stabbing it?"
Corele and Merise glanced at each other in confusion.
"The hand of the amahnrukane. " Cadsuane turned from Min with a raised eyebrow. "The full statue was never finished, from what scholars can tell. It rests near the Jehannah Road. "
"Perrin is camping in its shadow. "
Cadsuane pursed her lips. "I assumed he would go eastward, toward lands alThor has captured. " She took a deep breath. "All right. We are going for him right now. " She hesitated, then glanced at Nynaeve. "In answer to your question earlier, child, Perrin actually isnt important to our plans. "
"He isnt?" Nynaeve asked. "But—"
Cadsuane raised a finger. "There are people with him who are vital. One in particular. "
CHAPTER 45
The Tower Stands
Egwene walked slowly through the rebel camp, wearing a crimson gown, its skirts divided for riding. The color raised not a few eyebrows. Considering what the Red Ajah had done, these Aes Sedai werent likely to wear the hue. Even the camps serving women had noticed, selling their red and maroon dresses or cutting them up for rags.
Egwene had asked for the crimson specifically. In the Tower, sisters had formed the habit of wearing only their own Ajahs color, and the practice had helped fuel the division. While it was good to be proud of your Ajah affiliation, it was dangerous to begin assuming that you couldnt trust anyone wearing other colors.
Egwene was all Ajahs. Today, the red symbolized many things to her. The impending reunification with the Red Ajah. A reminder of the division that needed to be righted. A sign of the blood that would be spilled, the blood of good men who fought to defend the White Tower.
The blood of the dead Aes Sedai, beheaded not an hour ago by Egwene s order.
Siuan had found her Great Serpent ring; it felt very good to have it on her finger again.
The sky was an iron gray, and the scent of dirt rose into the air, accompanying the bustling motion around the camp. Women hurriedly washed clothing, as if they were late in getting their patrons ready for a festival. Novices ran—literally ran—from lesson to lesson. Aes Sedai stood about with arms folded, eyes ready to burn any who didnt keep up the tempo.
They sense the tension of the day, Egwene thought. And cant help but be made anxious by it. The night before, with its attack by the Seanchan. Followed by the return of the Amyrlin, who had spent the morning cleansing the Aes Sedai. And now afternoon, and the beating drums of war.
She doubted that Brynes own camp was in such a state. Hed have his men ready for attack; he probably could have assaulted the White Tower at a moments notice on any given day of the siege. His soldiers would decide this war. Egwene would not have her Aes Sedai riding into battle, wriggling around their oaths not to use the Power to kill. They would wait here, to be called only for Healing.
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