Towers of Midnight (The Wheel of Time 13)

Melitene had the presence to look embarrassed at the weeping, and bowed extra low. Fortuona chose not to notice that the damane was acting so displeasingly. This one was a fine catch, despite her petulance.

Fortuona made a series of gestures to Selucia, instructing her in what to say. The woman watched with keen eyes, half of her head covered in cloth while she waited for the hair to grow there, the other half shaved. Fortuona would eventually have to choose another Voice, as Selucia was now her Truthspeaker.

"Show us what this woman can do," Selucia said, Voicing the words Fortuona had signed to her.

Melitene patted the damane on the head. "Suffa will show the Empress may she live forever the Power of slicing the air."

"Please," Suffa said, looking pleadingly toward Fortuona. "Please, listen to me. I am the Amyrlin Seat"

Melitene hissed, and Suffa's eyes opened wide, obviously feeling a blast of pain through the adam. The damane continued anyway. "I can offer great bounty, powerful Empress! If I am returned, I will give you ten women to take my place. Twenty! The most powerful the White Tower has. I " She broke off, moaning, and collapsed to the ground.

Melitene was sweating. She looked to Selucia, speaking quickly, nervously. "Please explain to the Empress of us all may she live forever that my eyes are lowered for not having trained this one properly. Suffa is amazingly stubborn, despite how quick she is to weep and offer others in her place."

Fortuona sat for a moment, letting Melitene sweat. Eventually, she signed for Selucia to speak.

"The Empress is not displeased with you," Selucia Voiced. "These marathdamane who call themselves Aes Sedai have all proven stubborn."

"Please express my gratitude to the Greatest One," Melitene said, relaxing. "If it pleases She Whose Eyes Look Upward, I can make Suffa perform. But there may be further outbursts."

"You may continue," Selucia Voiced.

Melitene knelt beside Suffa, speaking sharply at first, then consolingly. She was very skilled at working with former marathdamane. Of course, Fortuona considered herself good with damane as well. She enjoyed breaking marathdamane as much as her brother Halvate had enjoyed training wild grolm. She'd always found it a pity that he had been assassinated. He was the only one of her brothers who she'd ever been fond of.

Suffa finally got back onto her knees. Fortuona leaned forward, curious. Suffa bowed her head, and a line of light brilliant and pure cut the air in front of her. That line turned sideways along a central axis, opening a hole directly in front of Fortuona's throne. Trees rustled beyond, and Fortuona's breath caught as she saw a hawk with a white head streak away from the portal. An omen of great power. The normally unflappable Selucia gasped, though whether it was at the portal or the omen, Fortuona did not know.

Fortuona covered her own surprise. So it was true. Traveling wasn't a myth or a rumor. It was real. This changed everything ab

out the war.

Beslan walked forward, bowing to her, looking hesitant. She waved for him and Galgan to come to where they could see the forest glade through the opening. Beslan stared, mouth hanging open.

Galgan clasped his hands behind his back. He was a curious one. He'd met with assassins in the city, and had inquired about the cost for having Fortuona killed. Then, he'd had each of the men who quoted him a price executed. A very subtle maneuver it was meant to show that she should consider him a threat, as he was not afraid of meeting with assassins. However, it was also a visible sign of loyalty. I follow you for now, the move said, but I am watching, and I am ambitious.

In many ways, his careful maneuvering was more comforting to het than Beslan's apparently unwavering loyalty. The first, she could anticipate. The second . . . well, she wasn't certain what to make of it yet. Would Matrim be equally loyal? What would it be like, to have a Prince of the Ravens whom she did not have to plot against? It seemed almost a fantasy, the type of tale told to common children to make them dteam of an impossible marriage.

"This is incredible!" Beslan said. "Greatest One, with this ability . . ." His station made him one of the only people able to speak directly to her.

"The Empress wishes to know," Selucia Voiced, reading Fortuona's fingers, "if any of the captured marath'damane spoke of the weapon."

"Tell the highest Empress may she live forever that they did not," Melitene said, sounding worried. "And, if I may be so bold, I believe that they ate not lying. It seems that the explosion outside the city was an isolated accident the result of some unknown ter'angreal, used imptudently. Perhaps there is no weapon."

It was possible. Fortuona had already begun to doubt the validity of those rumors. The explosion had happened before Fortuona had arrived in Ebou Dar, and the details were confusing. Perhaps this had all been a ploy by Sutoth or her enemies.

"Captain-Genetal," Selucia Voiced. "The Greatest One wishes to know what you would do with a Power such as this Traveling ability."

"That depends," Galgan said, rubbing his chin. "What is its range? How large can she make it? Can all damane do this? Are there limitations on where a hole can be opened? If it pleases the Greatest One, I will speak with the damane and get these answers."

"It does please the Empress," Selucia Voiced.

"This is troubling," Beslan said. "They could attack behind out battle lines. They could open a portal like this into the Empress's own chambers, may she live forever. With this . . . everything we know about war will change."

The members of the Deathwatch Guard shuffled a sign of great discomfort. Only Furyk Karede did not move. If anything, his expression

grew harder. Fortuona knew that he would soon be suggesting a new, rotating location of her sleeping quarters.

Fortuona thought for a moment, staring at that rent in the air. That rent in reality itself. Then, contrary to tradition, she stood up on her dais. Fortunately, Beslan was there, one she could address directly and let the others hear her commands.

"Reports say," Fortuona announced, "that there are still hundreds of marath'damane in the place called the White Tower. They are the key to recapturing Seanchan, the key to holding this land, and the key to preparing for the Last Battle. The Dragon Reborn will serve the Crystal Throne.