"We have something for you," Hehyal said, taking out a leather pouch
and handing it to one of the Queen's Guards. The man opened it, inspecting the papers inside. Another insult. Must they be treated like assassins? Oncala did not like the Queen, true, but her family and Talana's were sworn to allegiance because of their greatmothers, who had been first-sisters.
The soldier handed the Queen the papets. Talana perused them, face growing concerned and thoughtful.
Talana, like most of the rulers beneath the Dragon's Peace, worried about the Seanchan. The Raven Empire's techniques and skill with shaping the One Power were growing. The Aiel had them held at a stalemate, fot now. What would happen if the Seanchan won? Would they hold to their oaths?
How much could the Seanchan be trusted? Hehyal's agents had spent a great deal of time over the last decade seeding that very question among the great courts of the world. He was a wise man. Even before he had become chief, he had realized that this war could not be won by the Aiel alone. They needed these soft wetlanders.
And that was the final reason Oncala hated them.
"Where did you get these?" Talana asked.
"From the Seanchan palace," Hehyal said. "They should not have struck at Rhuidean. By honor, that allowed us to reciprocate though our attack was done quietly to recover these. I had long suspected where they were located, and only my honor in not breaching the Seanchan sacred palace held me back."
Talana's face grew hard. "You're certain these are authentic?" "You question me?" Hehyal asked.
Queen Talana shook her head, looking troubled. She knew that the Aiel did not lie.
"We have been patient with you," Hehyal said. "We have come to you and explained what will happen if we cannot hold off the Seanchan." "The Dragon's Peace "
"What care do they have for the Dragon?" Hehyal asked. "They are invaders who forced him to bow to their Empress. She is considered above him. They will not keep promises they made to an inferior."
Queen Talana looked down again. The documents were Seanchan plans for attacking Andor, along with a detailed plot for the assassination of the Queen. Underneath that were similar plans for dealing with the rulers of Tear, the Two Rivets, and Illian.
"I must have time to consult with my advisors," Talana said.
We have her, Oncala thought, smiling. Oncala already knew what the Queen's answer would be. The trick had been to get her to consider action.
Hehyal nodded, and the two of them withdrew. Oncala had to keep herself from yelling in victory. If Andor entered the war, the other nations would as well, particularly those in the Pact of the Griffin and those in the Court of the Sun. They looked to the Andoran Queen much as the other Aiel clans looked to Oncala. The blood of Rand al'Thor held much weight.
"Is this tight?" Hehyal asked as they walked, their spears surrounding them to keep away prying ears.
Oncala started. "It was your plan."
He nodded, frowning.
Nothing he had said to the Queen had been unttue. Their honor was unsoiled. However, Hehyal had left out one of the sheets they'd discovered. That one had explained that the other sheets were contingency plans.
The descriptions of Andor's military forces, suggestions on how to use gateways and dragons to attack Caemlyn, the very plot to assassinate Queen Talana these had been drawn up only in case Andor entered the war. They were meant as a preemptive study on a potential enemy, not an actual plan to attack.
It was virtually the same thing. The Seanchan were snakes. They would seize Andor eventually, and by then the Aiel might be unable to help. If this war went badly, her people would go to the Three-fold Land and leave the foolish wetlanders to be conquered. The Seanchan would find it impossible to fight the Aiel in their homeland.
Much bette
r for Queen Talana to enter the war now. For her own good, it was best she never saw that other sheet.
"It is done," Hehyal said. "There is no room for question now."
Oncala nodded. The Seanchan would fall, and the Aiel would take their rightful place. The blood of the Dragon Reborn was in her veins. She deserved to rule.
It would not be the Raven Empire that rose at the end of this all, but the Dragon Empire.
"I don't want to go on," Aviendha said to the empty forest of glass.
The breeze had fallen still. Her comment was met with silence. Her teats had marked the dust by het feet, like fallen drops of rain.
"That . . . creature had no honor," she said. "She has ruined us."