The Gathering Storm

The Warder stepped aside, revealing a small chamber set with boxes for chairs. It held four women, all Aes Sedai. And, shockingly, each was of a different Ajah! Egwene hadn't seen women of four different Ajahs so much as walk together in the hallways, let alone hold conference together. Not a single one of them was Red, and each of the four was a Sitter.

Seaine was the stately woman in white robes and silver trim. A Sitter from the White Ajah, she had thick black hair and eyebrows, and watery blue eyes that regarded Egwene with an even expression. Beside her was Doesine, a Sitter of the Yellow Ajah. She was slender and tall for a Cairhienin; her rich rose-colored dress was embroidered with gold. Her hair was adorned with sapphires, matched by the stone at her forehead.

Yukiri was the Gray sister sitting beside Doesine. Yukiri was one of the shortest women that Egwene had ever met, but she had a way of regarding others that always made her seem in control, even when accompanied by very tall Aes Sedai. The last woman was Saerin, an Altaran Sitter for the Brown. Like many Browns, she wore unornamented dresses, this one a nondescript tan. Her olive skin was marred by a scar on her left cheek. Egwene knew very little about her. Of all the sisters in the room, she seemed the least shocked to see Egwene.

"What have you done?" Seaine said to Meidani, aghast.

"Adsalan, bring them in here," Doesine said, rising and gesturing urgently. "If someone were to walk by and see the al'Vere girl there. . . ."

Meidani cringed before the stern words—yes, she would require a great deal of work before she had the bearing of an Aes Sedai again. Egwene stepped into the room, moving before the brutish Warder could pull her forward. Meidani followed, and Adsalan closed the door with a thump. The room was lit by a pair of lamps that didn't give quite enough light, as if to complement the conspiratorial nature of the women's conference.

The boxes might as well have been thrones for the way the four Sitters occupied them, and so Egwene sat herself on one as well. "You were not given leave to sit, girl," Saerin said coldly. "Meidani, what is the meaning of this outrage? Your oath was to have prevented this sort of lapse!"

"Oath?" Egwene asked. "And which oath would this be?"

"Quiet, girl," Yukiri snapped, slapping Egwene across the back with a switch of Air. It was such a faint punishment that Egwene almost laughed.

"I didn't break my oath!" Meidani said quickly, stepping up beside Egwene. "You ordered me not to tell anyone of these meetings. Well, I have obeyed—I didn't tell her. I showed her." There was a spark of defiance in the woman. That was good.

Egwene wasn't certain what was going on in the room, but four Sitters together presented her with an unequaled opportunity. She'd never thought to get a chance to speak with so many at once, and if these were willing to meet together, then perhaps they were free of the fractures undermining the rest of the Tower.

Or was their meeting a hint of something more dark? Oaths Egwene didn't know about, meetings away from the upper corridors, a Warder guarding the door . . . were these women of four Ajahs, or of one? Had she unwittingly bumbled her way into the center of a nest of Blacks?

Heart beginning to race, Egwene forced herself not to jump to conclusions. If they were Black, then she was caught. If they were not, then she had work to do.

"This is very unexpected," calm Seaine was saying to Meidani. "We'll take extra care with the wording of your future orders, Meidani."

Yukiri nodded. "I didn't think that you'd be so childish as to expose us out of spite. We should have realized that you, like all of us, would have experience pushing and bending oaths to suit your needs."

Wait, Egwene thought. That sounds like. . . .

"Indeed," Yukiri said. "I think that penance will be in order for this infraction. But what are we to do with this girl she brought? She's not sworn on the Rod, and so it would be—"

"You gave her a. fourth oath, didn't you?" Egwene interrupted. "What under the Light were you thinking?"

Yukiri glanced at her, and Egwene felt another swish of Air. "You were not given leave to speak."

"The Amyrlin needs no leave to speak," Egwene said, staring the women down. "What have you done here, Yukiri? You betray all that we are! The Oaths are not to be used as tools of division. Has this entire Tower gone as insane as Elaida?"

"It's not insanity," Saerin said suddenly, butting into the conversation. The Brown shook her head, more commanding than Egwene would have expected for one of her Ajah. "It was only done out of necessity. This one couldn't be trusted, not after siding with the rebels."

"Do not think we're unaware of your own involvement with that group, Egwene al'Vere," Yukiri said. The haughty Gray was barely in control of her anger. "If we have our way, you will not be treated with such coddling as Elaida has shown you."

Egwene gestured indifferently. "Still me, execute me or beat me, Yukiri, and the Tower will yet be in shambles. The ones you so easily label as rebels are not to blame for that. Secret meetings in the basements, oaths administered without warrant—these are crimes at least equal to that of dividing from Elaida."

"You should not question us," Seaine said in a quieter voice. She seemed more timid than the others. "Sometimes, difficult decisions must be made. We cannot have Darkfriends among the Aes Sedai, and measures have been taken to search them out. We here each proved to Meidani that we are not friends of the Shadow, and so there can be no harm in making her give an oath to us. It was a reasonable action to make certain we are all working for the same goals."

Egwene kept her face calm. Seaine had all but admitted to the existence of the Black Ajah! Egwene had never expected to hear that from the mouth of a Sitter, particularly in front of so many witnesses. So these women were using the Oath Rod to search out Black sisters. If you took each sister, removed her oaths and made her reswear them, you could ask her if she were Black. A desperate method, but—Egwene decided—a legitimate one, considering the times.

"I concede that it is a reasonable plan," Egwene said. "But swearing this woman to a new oath is unnecessary!"

"And if the woman is known to have other loyalties?" Saerin demanded. "Just because a woman isn't a Darkfriend doesn't mean she won't betray us in other ways."

And that oath of obedience was probably the reason Meidani couldn't flee the Tower. Egwene felt a stab of sympathy for the poor woman. Sent by the Salidar Aes Sedai to return and spy on the Tower, discovered by these women—presumably—during their search for the Black, then revealed in her true purpose to Elaida. Three different factions, all pushing against her.

"It's still inappropriate," Egwene said. "But we can set that aside for now. What of Elaida herself? Have you determined if she is of the Black? Who gave you this charge, and how did your cabal form?"

"Bah! Why are we speaking with her?" Yukiri demanded, standing up and putting her hands on her hips. "We should be deciding what to do with her, not answering her questions!"