Knife of Dreams (The Wheel of Time 11)

"No," Perrin said truthfully. Neald possessed abilities with weather, it had turned out, but not Grady. "What does it matter where it came from?"

Tylee looked at him thoughtfully, then nodded. "What does it matter?" she said, sounding as if she did not necessarily agree with him. "We have stories about Manetheren. That would be brambles underfoot and no boots. Half of Amadicia is buzzing with talk of you and that banner, come to bring Manetheren alive again and 'save' Amadicia from us. Mishima, sound withdrawal." Without hesitation, the yellow-haired man raised a small, straight horn that was hanging by a red cord around his neck. Blowing four shrill notes, he repeated the sequence twice before letting the horn fall to swing against his chest. "My part is done," Tylee said.

Perrin put back his head and shouted as loudly and distinctly as he could. "Dannii! Tell! When the last Seanchan moves below the end of the meadow, gather everyone and join Grady!"

The Banner-General stuck her little finger into her ear and wiggled it about in spite of her gauntlet. "You have a strong voice," she said dryly. Only then did she reach out to take the banner-staff, laying it carefully across the saddle in front of her. She did not look at it again, but one hand stroked the banner itself, perhaps unconsciously. "Now what do you have that can aid my plan, my Lord?"

Mishima hooked an ankle behind the tall pommel of his saddle and lowered himself to catch up his helmet. The wind had rolled it across the beaten-down grass halfway back to the line of Seanchan soldiers. From the trees came a brief snatch of larksong, then another, another. The Seanchan were withdrawing. Had they felt the wind, too? No matter.

"Not near as many men as you already have," Perrin admitted, "not that are trained soldiers, at least, but I have Asha'man and Aes Sedai and Wise Ones who can channel, and you'll need every one of them." She opened her mouth, and he raised a hand. "I'll want your word that you won't try putting collars on them." He glanced pointedly at the sul'dam and damane. The sul'dam was keeping her eyes on Tylee, awaiting orders, but at the same time she was idly stroking the other woman's hair the way you might stroke a cat to soothe it. And Norie looked to be almost purring! Light! "Your word that they're safe from you, them and anyone in the camp wearing a white robe. Most of those aren't Shaido anyway, and the only Aiel among them I know about are friends of mine."

Tylee shook her head. "You have strange friends, my Lord. In any case, we've found people from Cairhien and Amadicia with bands of Shaido and let them go, though most of the Cairhienin seem too disoriented to know what to do with themselves. The only ones in white we keep are the Aiel. These gai'shain make marvelous da'covale, unlike the rest. Still, I'll agree to letting your friends go free. And your Aes Sedai and Asha'man. Putting an end to this gathering is very important. Tell me where they are, and I can start incorporating you into my plans."

Perrin rubbed the side of his nose with a finger. It seemed unlikely many of those gai'shain were Shaido, but he was not about to tell her that. Let them have their chance at freedom when their year and a day was up. "It'll have to be my plan, I'm afraid. Sevanna will be a tough nut to crack, but I've worked out how. For one thing, she has maybe a hundred thousand Shaido with her, and she's gathering in more. Not every one is algai'd'siswai, but any adult will pick up a spear if they need to."

"Sevanna." Tylee gave a pleased smile. "We've heard that name. I would dearly love to present Sevanna of the Jumai Shaido to the Captain-General." Her smile faded. "A hundred thousand is many more than I expected, but not more than I can handle. We've fought these Aiel before, in Amadicia. Eh, Mishima?"

Riding back to join them, Mishima laughed, but it was a harsh sound, no amusement in it. "That we have, Banner-General. They're fierce fighters, disciplined and crafty, but they can be handled. You surround one of their bands, their septs, with three or four damane and pound them till they give up. It's a nasty business. They have their families with them. But they surrender the sooner for it."

"I understand you have a dozen or so damane" Perrin said, "but is that enough to face three or four hundred Wise Ones channeling?"

The Banner-General frowned. "You mentioned that before, Wise Ones channeling. Every band we've caught had its Wise Ones, but not one of them could channel."

"That's because all the Shaido have are with Sevanna," Perrin replied. "At least three hundred and maybe four. The Wise Ones with me are sure of it."

Tylee and Mishima exchanged a look, and the Banner-General sighed. Mishima looked glum. "Well," she said, "orders or no orders, that puts an end to finishing this quietly. The Daughter of the Nine Moons will have to be disturbed if I must apologize for it to the Empress, may she live forever. Likely I will." The Daughter of the Nine Moons? Some high-ranking Seanchan, apparently. But how was she supposed to be disturbed by any of this?

Mishima grimaced, a fearsome sight with all those scars crisscrossing his face. "I read there were four hundred damane on each side at Semalaren, and that was a slaughterhouse. Half the Imperial army on the field dead and better than three out of four among the rebels."

"Nevertheless, Mishima, we have it to do. Or rather, someone else does. You might escape an apology, but I won't." What under the Light was so upsetting about an apology? The woman smelled ... resigned. "Unfortunately, it will take weeks if not months to gather enough soldiers and damane to prick this boil. I thank you for your offer of help, my Lord. It will be remembered." Tylee held out the banner. "You'll want this back since I can't deliver my side of the bargain, but a piece of advice. The Ever Victorious Army may have other tasks in front of it for the nonce, but we won't let anyone take momentary advantage of the situation to set himself up as a king. We mean to reclaim this land, not divide it into parcels."

"And we mean to keep our lands," Berelain said fiercely, making her mare lunge across the few paces of dead grass between her and the Seanchan. The mare was eager to lunge, eager to run, away from that wind, and she had trouble reining the animal in. Even her scent was fierce. No patience now. She smelled like a she-wolf defending her injured mate. "I've heard that your Ever Victorious Army is misnamed. I've heard the Dragon Reborn defeated you soundly to the south. Don't you ever think that Perrin Aybara can't do the same.'' Light, and he had been worried over Aram's hotheadedness!

"I don't want to defeat anybody except the Shaido," Perrin said firmly, fighting off the image that tried to form in his mind. He folded his hands on the pommel of his saddle. Stepper seemed to be settling down, at least. The stallion still gave small shivers now and then, but he had stopped rolling his eyes. "There's a way to do that and still keep everything quiet so you don't need to apologize." If that was important to her, he was ready to use it. "The Daughter of the Nine Moons can rest easy. I told you I had this planned out. Tallanvor told me you have some kind of tea that makes a woman who can channel go wobbly in the knees."

After a moment, Tylee lowered the banner back to her saddle and sat studying him. "A woman or a man," she drawled at last. "I've heard of several men being caught that way. But just how do you propose feeding it to these four hundred women when they're surrounded by a hundred thousand Aiel?"

"By feeding it to all of them without letting them know they're drinking it. I'll need as much as I can get, though. Wagonloads, probably. There's no way to heat the water, you see, so it'll be thin tea."

Tylee laughed softly. "A bold plan, my Lord. I suppose they might have cartloads at the manufactory where the tea's made, but that's a long way from here, in Amadicia almost to Tarabon, and the only way I could get more than a few pounds at once would be to tell someone of higher rank why I wanted it. And there's the end of keeping it quiet all over again."

"The Asha'man know a thing called Traveling," Perrin told her, "a way to cross hundred of miles in a step. And as for getting the tea, maybe this will help." From his left gauntlet he pulled a folded, grease-stained piece of paper.

Tylee's eyebrows rose as she read it. Perrin had the short text by heart. THE BEARER OF THIS STANDS UNDER MY PERSONAL PROTECTION, IN THE NAME OF THE EMPRESS, MAY SHE LIVE FOREVER. GIVE HIM WHATEVER AID HE REQUIRES IN SERVICE TO THE EMPIRE AND SPEAK OF IT TO NONE BUT ME. He had no idea who Suroth Sabelle Meldarath was, but if she signed her name to something like that, she had to be important. Maybe she was this Daughter of the Nine Moons.

Handing the paper to Mishima, the Banner-General stared at Perrin. That sharp, hard scent was back, stronger than ever. "Aes Sedai, Asha'man, Aiel, your eyes, that hammer, now this! Who are you?"

Mishima whistled through his teeth. "Suroth herself," he murmured.

"I'm a man who wants his wife back," Perrin said, "and I'll deal with the Dark One to get her." He avoided looking at the sul'dam and damane. He was not far short of making a deal with the Dark One. "Do we have a bargain?"

Tylee looked at his outstretched hand, then took it. She had a firm grip. A deal with the Dark One. But he would do whatever it took to get Faile free.

CHAPTER 5 Something. . . Strange

The drumbeat of rain on the tent roof that had lasted through most of the night faded to something softer as Faile approached Sevanna's chair, a heavily carved and gilded throne placed in the center of the bright, layered carpets that made up the tent's floor, with her eyes carefully lowered, to avoid offense. Spring had arrived in a rush, but the braziers were unlit, and the morning air held a touch of chill. Curtsying deeply, she presented the ropework silver tray. The Aiel woman took the golden goblet of wine and drank without so much as a glance in her direction, but she gave another deep curtsy before backing away and setting the tray down on the brass-bound blue chest that already held a tall-necked silver wine pitcher and three more goblets, then returned to her place with the other eleven gai'shain present, standing between the mirrored stand-lamps along the red silk tent wall. It was a spacious tent, and tall. No low Aiel tent for Sevanna.

Often it was hard to see her as Aiel at all. This morning, she lounged in a red brocaded silk robe, tied so it gaped nearly to her waist and exposed half her considerable bosom, though she wore enough jeweled necklaces, emeralds and firedrops and opals, ropes of fat pearls, that she came near to being decent. The Aiel did not wear rings, yet Sevanna had at least one be-gemmed ring on every finger. The thick band of gold and firedrops worn over the folded blue silk scarf that held back her waist-long yellow