The Gathering Storm

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  The novice scurried over.

  "Tell this man what you told me," Siuan commanded.

  "Yes, Aes Sedai," the novice said with an anxious curtsy. Brynes soldiers made an honor guard around Siuan, and Gawyn stepped up beside Bryne. The young mans eyes kept nicking toward the deadly sky.

  "The Amyrlin, Egwene alVere," the novice said in a quivering voice. "She was released from the cells earlier today and allowed to return to the novices quarters. I was down in the lower kitchens when the attack came, so I dont know what has happened to her. But shes probably up on the twenty-first or twenty-second level somewhere. Thats where the novices quarters are now. " She grimaced. "The inside of the Tower is a mess, these days. Nothing is where it should be. "

  Siuan met Brynes eyes. "Egwenes been given forkroot in heavy doses. Shell barely be able to channel. "

  "Weve got to reach her!" Gawyn said.

  "Obviously," Bryne said, rubbing his chin. "Thats why were here. I guess we go up instead of down, then. "

  "Youre here to rescue her, arent you?" The novice sounded eager.

  Bryne eyed the girl. Child, I wish you hadnt made that connection. He hated the thought of leaving a mere novice tied up in the middle of this mess. But they couldnt have her running to give warning to the White Tower Aes Sedai.

  "I want to go with you," the novice said fervently. "Im loyal to the Amyrlin. The real Amyrlin. Most of us are. "

  Bryne raised an eyebrow, glancing at Siuan.

  "Let her come," the Aes Sedai said. "Its the easier option anyway. " She moved over to begin asking the girl a few more questions.

  Bryne glanced to the side as one of his captains, a man named Vestas, approached. "My Lord," Vestas said urgently, his voice a deep whisper. "The wounded are sorted. We lost twelve men. Another fifteen are wounded but can walk and are heading for the boats. Six are wounded too badly to go with them. " Vestas hesitated. "Three men wont last the hour, my Lord. "

  Bryne gritted his teeth. "We move on. "

  "I feel that pain, Bryne," Siuan said, turning around and eyeing him. "What is it?"

  "We dont have time. The Amyrlin—"

  "Can wait another moment. What is it?"

  "Three men," he said. "I have to leave three of my men to die. "

  "Not if I Heal them," Siuan said. "Show me. "

  Bryne made no further objection, though he did glance at the sky. Several of the raken had landed elsewhere in the Tower grounds, vague black shapes, lit by the fires in flickering orange. The fleeing Seanchan were congregating at them.

  Those were the ground assault troops, he thought. They really are pulling out. The raid is ending.

  Which meant they were running out of time. As soon as the Seanchan left, the White Tower would start to reorganize. They needed to reach Egwene! Light send that she hadnt been captured.

  Still, if Siuan wanted to Heal the soldiers, then it was her decision. He just hoped that these three lives did not end up costing the life of the Amyrlin.

  Vestas had set the three soldiers by themselves at the side of the green, beneath the boughs of a large shade tree. Bryne brought a squad of soldiers, leaving Gawyn to organize the rest of the men, and followed Siuan over to the wounded. She knelt beside the first man. Her skill in Healing was not the best; shed warned Bryne of this ahead of time. But perhaps she could make these three well enough that they would survive to be discovered and taken by the White Tower.

  She worked quickly, and Bryne noticed that shed done herself an injustice. She seemed to do a creditable job with the Healing. Still, it took time. He scanned the courtyard, feeling his anxiety rise. Though blasts were still being exchanged on the upper floors, the lower floors and grounds were silent. The only sounds nearby were those of the groaning wounded and the crackling of flames.

  Light, he thought, surveying the rubble, running his eyes over the Towers base. The east wings roof and far wall had been leveled, and flames flickered inside the structure. The courtyard was a mess of rubble and gouges. Smoke hung in the air, pungent and thick. Would the Ogier be willing to return and rebuild this magnificent structure? Would it ever be the same again, or had a seemingly eternal monument fallen this evening? Was he proud or grieved to have witnessed it?

  A shadow moved in the darkness beside the tree.

  Bryne moved without thought. Three things in him mixed: years of training with the sword, a lifetime of practiced battlefield reflexes and a new bond-enhanced awareness. All came together in one motion. His sword was out in a heartbeat, and he performed Blacklances Last Strike, slamming his sword straight into the neck of the dark figure.

  All was still. Siuan, shocked, looked up from the man she was Healing. Brynes sword extended directly over her shoulder and into the neck of a Seanchan soldier in pure black armor. The man silently dropped a wickedly barbed shortsword slathered with a viscous liquid. Twitching, he reached for Brynes sword, as if to push it free. His fingers gripped Brynes arm for a moment.

  Then the man slid backward off of Brynes blade and to the ground. He spasmed once, whispering something distinct despite the bubbling of his bleeding throat. "Marath . . . damane . . . "

  "Light burn me!" Siuan breathed, raising a hand to her breast. "What was that?"

  "He wasnt dressed like the others," Bryne said, shaking his head. "The armor is different. Assassin of some sort. "

  "Light," Siuan said. "I didnt even see him! He almost seemed part of the darkness itself!"

  Assassins. They always seemed to look the same, regardless of the culture. Bryne sheathed his sword. That was the first time hed ever used Blacklances Last Strike in combat. It was a simple form, intended for only one thing: speed. Draw the sword and strike into the neck in one fluid motion. If you missed, you usually died.

  "You saved my life," Siuan said, looking up at Bryne. Her face was mostly shadowed. "By the seas at midnight," she said, "the blasted girl was right. "

  "Who?" Bryne asked, warily scanning the darkness for more assassins. He waved curtly, and his men sheepishly opened their lanterns further. The assassins attack had come so quickly that they had barely moved. If Bryne hadnt had the speed of a Warder bond. . . .

  "Min," Siuan said, sounding tired. Those Healings seemed to have taken a lot out of her. "She said I had to stay near you. " She paused. "If you hadnt come tonight, I would have died. "

  "Well," Bryne said, "I am your Warder. I suspect it wont be the only time I save you. " Why had it grown so warm all of a sudden?

  "Yes," Siuan said, standing up. "But this is different. Min said Id die, and . . . No, wait. Thats not what Min said exactly. She said that if I didnt stay close to you, wed both die. "

  "What are you—" Bryne said, turning toward her.

  "Hush!" Siuan said, taking his head in her hands. He felt a strange prickling sensation. Was she using the Power on him? What was going on? He recognized that shock, like ice in the veins! She was Healing him! But why? He wasnt wounded.

  Siuan took her hands off his face, then teetered slightly with a sudden look of exhaustion. He grabbed her, to help steady her, but she shook her head and righted herself. "Here," she said, grabbing his sword arm, twisting it so that the wrist was visible. There, pressed into his skin, was a tiny black pin. She yanked it free. Bryne felt a chill totally unrelated to the Healing.

  "Poisoned?" he asked, glancing at the dead man. "When he reached for my arm, it wasnt a simple death spasm. "

  "Probably had a numbing agent on it," Siuan muttered angrily, letting him help her sit down. She tossed the pin aside and it suddenly burst into flames, the poison evaporating beneath the heat of her channeling.

  Bryne ran a hand through his hair. His brow was damp. "Did you . . . Heal it?"

  Siuan nodded. "It was surprisingly easy; there was only a little in your system. It would have killed you anyway. Youll have to thank Min next time you see her, Bryne. She
just saved both of our lives. "

  "But I wouldnt have been poisoned if I hadnt come!"

  "Dont try to apply logic to a viewing or Foretelling like this," Siuan said, grimacing. "Youre alive. Im alive. I suggest we leave it at that. You feel good enough to keep going?"

  "Does it matter?" Bryne said. "Im not about to let you go on without me. "

  "Lets move, then," Siuan said, taking a deep breath and climbing to her feet. That rest hadnt been nearly long enough, but he didnt challenge her. "These three soldiers of yours will survive the night. Ive done what I can for them. "

  Egwene sat, exhausted, on a pile of rubble, staring out of the hole in the White Tower, watching fires burning below. Figures moved about them, and one by one, the fires winked out. Whoever had been running the resistance was quick-minded enough to realize that the fires could prove as dangerous as the Seanchan. But a few sisters weaving Air or Water could make short work of the flames, preserving the Tower. What was left of it.

  Egwene closed her eyes and lay back, resting against the fragments of a wall, feeling the fresh breeze blow across her. The Seanchan were gone, the last toraken vanishing into the night. That moment, watching it flee, was the moment when Egwene realized how hard shed taxed herself and the poor novices shed been drawing through. Shed released them with orders to go directly to sleep. The other women shed gathered were caring for wounded or working on the fires on the upper levels.

  Egwene wanted to help. A part of her did, at least. A sliver. But Light, she was tired! She couldnt channel another trickle, not even using the saangreal. Shed pushed the limits of what she could manage. But she was so worn out now that she wouldnt be able to embrace the Source if she tried.

  Shed fought. Shed been glorious and destructive, the Amyrlin of judgment and fury, Green Ajah to the core. And still, the Tower had burned. And still, more toraken had escaped than had fallen. The count of wounded among those shed gathered was somewhat encouraging. Only three novices and one Aes Sedai dead, while theyd gathered ten damane and killed dozens of soldiers. But what of the other floors? The White Tower would not come out ahead in this battle.

  The White Tower was broken, physically now as well as spiritually. Theyd need a strong leader to rebuild. The next few days would be pivotal. It made her more than exhausted to consider the work shed need to do.

  She had protected many. She had resisted and fought. But this day would still mark one of the greatest disasters in the history of the Aes Sedai.

  Cant think of that, she told herself. Have to focus on what to do to fix things. . . .

  She would get up soon. She would lead the novices and Aes Sedai on these upper floors as they cleaned up and assessed the damage. She would be strong and capable. The others would be tempted to fall into despair, and she needed to be positive. For them.

  But she could take a few minutes. She just needed to rest for a little while. . . .

  She barely noticed when someone picked her up. She tiredly opened her eyes, and—though numb of mind—was astonished to find that she was being carried by Gawyn Trakand. His forehead was smeared with crusty dried blood, but his face was determined. "Ive got you, Egwene," he said, glancing down. "Ill protect you. "