"But you already know him," Tesan piped in.
"I do," Egwene said, cracking the walnut. "But we were speaking of a hypothetical situation." Best you remember that in the real world, I know the Dragon Reborn personally. As nobody else in this Tower does.
"Let us assume that you are you," Ferane said. "And that he is Rand al'Thor, your childhood friend."
"Very well."
"Tell me," Ferane said, leaning forward. "Of the types of men you listed just before, which best fits this Rand al'Thor?"
Egwene hesitated. "All of them," she said, dropping a fragmented walnut into a small bowl with others. Miyasi wouldn't touch it, but the other two weren't so picky. "If I were me and the Dragon were Rand, I'd know him to be a rational person, for a man—if somewhat bullheaded at times. Well, most of the time. More importantly, I'd know him to be a good man at heart. And so, my next step would be to send sisters to him to offer guidance."
"And if he rejected them?" Ferane asked.
"Then I'd send spies," Egwene said, "and watch to see if he has changed from the man I once knew."
"And while you waited and spied, he would terrorize the countryside, wreaking havoc and bringing armies to his banner."
"And is that not what we want him to do?" Egwene asked. "I don't believe he could have been prevented from taking Callandor, should we have wanted him to be. He has managed to restore order to Cairhien, unite Tear and Illian beneath one ruler, and presumably has gained the favor of Andor as well."
frowned, then the two of them moved toward the grounds. Soon they encountered Damer Flinn, Davram Bashere, a small guard of Saldaeans and Aiel walking into the camp. What did one think of a creature such as Flinn? The taint had been cleansed, but this man—and many of the others—had come, asking to learn, before that had happened. Aviendha herself would have sooner embraced Sightblinder himself as done that, but they bad proven to be powerful weapons.
Amys and Aviendha moved to the side as the small party hurried toward the manor house, lit only by the distant flickering torches and the cloud-covered sky above. Though most of the force sent to meet the Sean-chan had been made up of Bashere's soldiers, there were several Maidens in the group. Amys locked eyes with one of them, an older woman named Corana. She hung back, and though it was difficult to tell in the darkness, she looked concerned. Perhaps angry.
"What news?" Amys asked.
"The invaders, these Seanchan," Corana nearly spat the word, "they have agreed to another meeting with the Car'a'cam."
Amys nodded. Corana, however, sniffed audibly, short hair ruffling in the chill breeze.
"Speak," Amys said.
"The Car'a'carn sues too hard for peace," Corana replied. "These Seanchan have given him reason to declare a blood feud, but he simpers and panders to them. I feel like a trained dog, sent to lick the feet of a stranger."
Amys glanced at Aviendha. "What do you say to this, Aviendha?"
"My heart agrees with her words, Wise One. But, while the Car'a'carn is a fool in some things, he is not being one now. My mind agrees with him, and in this case, it is the mind I would follow."
"How can you say that?" Corana snapped. She emphasized the you, as if to imply that Aviendha—recently a Maiden—should understand.
"Which is more important, Corana?" Aviendha replied raising her
chin. "The argument you have with another Maiden, or the feud your clan has with its enemy?"
"The clan comes first, of course. But what does that matter?"
"The Seanchan deserve to be fought," Aviendha said, "and you are right that it pains to ask them for peace. But you forget that we have a greater enemy. Sightblinder himself has a feud with all men, and our duty is larger than feuds between nations."
Amys nodded. "There will be time enough to show the Seanchan the weight of our spears at another date."
Corana shook her head. "Wise One, you sound like a wetlander. What care have we for their prophecies and stories? Rand al'Thor's duty as Car'a'carn is much greater than his duty to the wetlanders. He must lead us to glory."
Amys stared harshly at the blond Maiden. "You speak like a Shaido."
Corana locked her stare for a moment, then wilted, turning away. "Pardon, Wise One," she finally said. "I have toh. But you should know that the Seanchan had Aiel in their camp."
"What?" Aviendha asked.
"They were leashed," Corana said, "like their tame Aes Sedai. They were being shown off like prizes for our arrival, I suspect. I recognized many Shaido among them."