The Gathering Storm
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A frenzied voice called from outside. "General Bryne! My Lord General!"
Bryne glanced at her, then turned toward the tent flaps. "Come!"
A youthful soldier with neat black hair pushed into the tent and gave a quick salute. He didn't apologize for coming so late—Bryne's men knew that their general trusted them to awake him if there was need. "My Lord," the man said. "Scout's report. Something is going on in the city."
" 'Something,' Tijds?" Bryne asked.
"The scouts aren't certain, my Lord," the man said with a grimace. "With the cloud cover, the night is dark, and the spyglasses aren't much help. There have been bursts of light near the Tower, like an Illuminator's show. Dark shadows in the air."
"Shadowspawn?" Bryne asked, pushing out of the tent. With the globe of light, Siuan and the soldier followed. The moon would be barely a sliver, and with those perpetual clouds, it was difficult to see anything at all. The tents of the officers were slumbering banks of black on black around them, and the only really distinguishable lights were the watchfires of the guards at the palisade entrance.
"They could be Shadowspawn, my Lord," the soldier said, trotting after Bryne. "Stories tell of creatures of shadow that fly in such a way. But the scouts aren't certain what they're seeing. The flashes of light are there for sure, though."
Bryne nodded, heading toward the watchfires. "Alert the night guard; I want them up and armored, just in case. Send runners to the city fortifications. And bring me more information!"
"Yes, my Lord." The soldier saluted and ran off.
Bryne glanced at Siuan, his face illuminated by the globe of light hovering above her hand. "Shadowspawn wouldn't dare attack the White Tower," he said. "Not without a substantial ground assault waiting, and I sincerely doubt that there are a hundred thousand Trollocs hiding in what little cover these plains offer. So what in the blazes is going on?"
"Seanchan," Siuan said, a pit of ice forming in her stomach. "Fish guts, Gareth! It has to be. Egwene predicted it."
He nodded. "Yes. They ride Shadowspawn, some of the rumors say."
"Flying beasts," Siuan said, "not Shadowspawn. Egwene said that they're called raken."
He eyed her doubtfully, but said only, "What would make the Seanchan so foolhardy as to attack without a ground assault in tandem?"
Siuan shook her head. She'd always assumed that a Seanchan strike at the White Tower would mean a large-scale invasion, and Egwene had guessed that the attack was still months off. Light! It looked like Egwene could be wrong.
Bryne turned toward his watchfires, which were blazing higher in the night, tossing light across the front of the palisade. Inside the ring of wood, officers were rousing, calling to neighboring tents. Lamps and lanterns winked on.
"Well," Gareth said, "so long as they attack Tar Valon, they are no problem of ours. We just need to—"
"I'm getting her out," Siuan said suddenly, surprising herself.
Bryne spun toward Siuan, into the light of her globe. His chin was shadowed by evening stubble. "What?"
"Egwene," Siuan said. "We need to go in for her. This will provide a perfect distraction, Gareth! We can go in and grab her before anyone is the wiser."
He eyed her.
"What?"
"You gave your word not to rescue her, Siuan." Light, but it felt nice to hear him use her name!
Focus! she scolded herself. "That doesn't matter now. She's in danger and needs help."
"She doesn't want help," Bryne said sternly. "We need to make certain our own force is safe. The Amyrlin is confident that she can care for herself."
"I thought I could care for myself too," Siuan said. "And look where it got me." She shook her head, glancing toward the distant spire of Tar Valon. She could just faintly see a burst of light along the spire, illuminating it briefly. "When Egwene speaks of the Seanchan, she always shivers. Very little upsets her—not the Forsaken, not the Dragon Reborn. Gareth, you don't know what the Seanchan do to women who can channel." She met his eyes. "We need to go for her."
olution was a small garden full of plants that thrived in the shade. Hydrangeas ran up the walls and surged around planters. Bleeding hearts sat in rows, with their tiny pink blossoms drooping from delicate three-pronged compound leaves. Flowering bristleboughs, with their thin, fingerlike leaves, and other small shade trees ran along the insides of the triangular walls, meeting in a single point.
Walking up and down the lines of trees as she waited, Egwene thought of Sheriam being Black. How many things had the woman had a hand in? She'd been Mistress of Novices for years during Siuan's tenure as Amyrlin. Had she used her position to bully, perhaps to turn, other sisters? Had she been behind the attack of the Gray Man so long ago?
Sheriam had been part of the group that healed Mat. Surely she could have done nothing malicious while in a circle with so many other women— but anything involving the woman was suspect. That was so much! Sheriam had been one of those in charge of Salidar before Egwene's rise to power. What had Sheriam done, how much manipulation had she exerted then, how much had she betrayed to the Shadow?
Had she been aware ahead of time of Elaida's plans to depose Siuan? Galina and Alviarin were Black, and they had been two of the main instigators, so it seemed likely other Blacks had been warned. Were the exodus of half of the Tower, the gathering in Salidar, and the subsequent waiting and debating all part of the Dark One's plan? What of Egwene's own rise to power? How many of the Shadow's strings did she dance on without knowing it?