A Memory of Light (The Wheel of Time 14) - Page 386
He looked up at her. The way she folded her arms made her look as if she were holding herself together. Wrapping her arms about herself to stop from crying.
“Who else died?” Perrin asked, bracing himself. It was obvious from her expression. She had lost one already.
“Egwene.”
Perrin closed his eyes, breathing out. Egwene. Light.
No masterwork comes without a price, he thought. That doesn’t mean it’s not worth forging. Still… Egwene?
“It’s not your fault, Nynaeve,” he said, opening his eyes.
“Of course it’s not. I know it’s not, you numb-brained fool.” She turned away.
He stood up, embracing her and patting her back with his smith’s hands. “I’m sorry.”
“I left… to save you,” Nynaeve whispered. “I only came along to protect you.”
“You did, Nynaeve. You protected Rand so he could do what he had to do.”
She shook, and he let her weep. Light. He shed a few tears himself. Nynaeve pulled away sharply after a moment, then barreled out of the tent.
“I tried,” Flinn said desperately, looking at Rand. “Nynaeve did, too. Together, we tried, with Moiraine Sedai’s angreal. Nothing worked. Nobody knows how to save him.”
“You did what you could,” Perrin said, peeking around the next partition. Another man lay on the pallet there. “What is he doing here?”
“We found them together,” Flinn said. “Rand must have carried him out of the pit. We don’t know why the Lord Dragon would save one of the Forsaken, but it doesn’t matter. We can’t Heal him either. They’re dying. Both of them.”
“Send for Min, Elayne and Aviendha,” Perrin said again. He hesitated. “Did they all survive?”
“The Aiel girl took a beating,” Flinn said. “She came stumbling into camp, half-carried by a horrid-looking Aes Sedai who had made a gateway for her. She’ll live, though I don’t know how well she’ll walk in years to come.”
“Let them know. All of them.”
Flinn nodded, and Perrin stepped out after Nynaeve. He found what he’d hoped to see, the reason why she’d left so quickly. Just outside the tent, Lan held her tightly. The man looked as bloodied and tired as Perrin felt. Their eyes met, and they nodded to one another.
“Several of the Windfinders have opened a gateway between here and Merrilor,” Lan said to Perrin. “The Dark One is sealed away again. The Blasted Lands are blooming, and gateways can open here again.”
“Thank you,” Perrin said, passing him by. “Has anyone… heard anything about Faile?”
“No, blacksmith. The Hornsounder saw her last, but she left him and entered the battlefield to draw the Trollocs away from him. I’m sorry.”
Perrin nodded. He’d already spoken with Mat, and Olver. It seemed to him that… that he’d been avoiding thinking about what must have happened.
Don’t think about it, he told himself. Don’t you dare. He steeled himself, then went to seek the gateway Lan had mentioned.
* * *
“Excuse me,” Loial asked the Maidens sitting beside the tent. “Have you seen Matrim Cauthon?”
“Oosquai?” one of them asked, laughing, holding up the skin.
“No, no,” Loial said. “I have to find Matrim Cauthon and get his account of the battle, you see. While it’s fresh. I need everyone to tell me what they saw and heard, so that I can write it down. There will never be a better time.”
And, he admitted to himself, he wanted to see Mat and Perrin. See that they were all right. So much had happened; he wanted to talk to his friends and make certain they were well. With what was happening to Rand…
The Aiel woman smiled at him drunkenly. Loial sighed, then continued through the camp. The day was coming to an end. The day of the Last Battle! It was the Fourth Age now, wasn’t it? Could an age start in the middle of a day? That would be inconvenient for the calendars, wouldn’t it? But everyone agreed. Rand had sealed the Bore at noon.
Loial continued through the camp. They hadn’t moved from the base of Shayol Ghul. Nynaeve said she was too worried to move Rand. Loial kept searching, peeking into tents. In the next, he found the grizzled general Ituralde, surrounded by four Aes Sedai.
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