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So that wasnt it. When Dorindha and Nadere had come for her, they had said she needed to continue her training as an apprentice. Yet in the time since the Aiel had departed for Arad Doman, Aviendha had been given no lessons. She had been assigned to carry water, to mend shawls, and to serve tea. She had been given all manner of punishments with little explanation of what she had done wrong. And when she did something obvious—like going scouting when she shouldnt have—the severity of her punishment was always greater than the infraction should have merited.
It was almost as if the punishment was the thing the Wise Ones wanted her to learn, but that could not be. She was not some wetlander who needed to be taught the ways of honor. What good would constant and unexplained punishment do, other than to warn of some grave mistake she had made?
Amys reached to her side, untying something hanging at her waist. The woolen bag she held up was about the size of a fist. "We have decided," she said, "that we have been too lax in our instruction. Time is precious and we have no room left for delicacy. "
Aviendha covered her surprise. Their previous punishments were delicate?
"Therefore," Amys said, handing over the small sack, "you will take this. Inside are seeds. Some are black, others are brown, others are white. This evening, before we sleep, you will separate the colors, then count how many there are of each one. If you are wrong, we will mix them together and you will start again. "
Aviendha found herself gaping, and she nearly stumbled to a stop. Hauling water was necessary work. Mending clothing was necessary work. Cooking meals was important work, particularly when no gaisbain had been brought with the small advance group.
But this . . . this was useless work! It was not only unimportant, it was frivolous. It was the kind of punishment reserved for only the most stubborn, or most shameful, of people. It almost . . . almost felt as though the Wise Ones were calling her datsang
"By Sightblinders eyes," she whispered as she forced herself to keep running. "What did I do?"
Amys glanced at her, and Aviendha looked away. Both knew that she didnt want an answer to that question. She took the bag silently. It was the most humiliating punishment she had ever been given.
Amys moved off to run with the other Wise Ones. Aviendha shook off her stupor, her determination returning. Her mistake must have been more profound than she had thought. Amys punishment was an indication of that, a hint.
She opened the bag and glanced inside. There were three little empty algode bags inside to help with the separation, and thousands of tiny seeds nearly engulfed them. This punishment was meant to be seen, meant to bring her shame. Whatever shed done, it was offensive not just to the Wise Ones, but to all around her, even if they—like Aviendha herself— were ignorant of it.
That only meant she had to be more determined.
CHAPTER 4
Nightfall
Gawyn watched the sun burn the clouds to death in the west, the final light fading. That haze of perpetual gloom kept the sun itself shrouded. Just as it hid the stars from his sight at night. Today the clouds were unnaturally high in the air. Often, Dragonmounts tip would be hidden on cloudy days, but this thick, gray haze hovered high enough that most of the time, it barely brushed the mountains jagged, broken tip.
"Lets engage them," Jisao whispered from where he crouched beside Gawyn on the hilltop.
Gawyn glanced away from the sunset, back toward the small village below. It should have been still, save perhaps for a goodman checking on his livestock one last time before turning in. It should have been dim, unlit save for a few tallow candles burning in windows as people finished evening meals.
But it was not dim. It was not quiet. The village was alight with angry torches carried by a dozen sturdy figures. By that torchlight and the light of the dying sun, Gawyn could make out that each was wearing a nondescript uniform of brown and black. Gawyn couldnt see the three-starred insignia on their uniforms, but he knew it was there.
From his distant vantage, Gawyn watched a few latecomers stumble from their homes, looking frightened and worried as they gathered with the others in the crowded square. These villagers welcomed the armed force with reluctance. Women clutched children, men were careful to keep their eyes downcast. "We dont want trouble," the postures said. Theyd undoubtedly heard from other villages that these invaders were orderly. The soldiers paid for goods they took, and no young men were pressed into service—though they werent turned away either. A very odd invading army indeed. However, Gawyn knew what the people would think. This army was led by Aes Sedai, and who could say what was odd or normal when Aes Sedai were involved?
There were no sisters with this particular patrol, thank the Light. The soldiers polite, but stern, lined up the villagers and looked them over. Then a pair of soldiers entered each house and barn, inspecting it. Nothing was taken and nothing was broken. All very neat and cordial. Gawyn could almost hear the officer offering apologies to the village mayor.
"Gawyn?" Jisao asked. "I count barely a dozen of them. If we send Rodics squad to come in from the north, well cut off both sides and smash them between us. Its getting dark enough that they wont see us coming. We could take them without so much as running up a lather. "
"And the villagers?" Gawyn asked. "There are children down there. "
"That hasnt stopped us other times. "
"Those times were different," Gawyn said, shaking his head. "The last three villages theyve searched point a direct line toward Dorian. If this group vanishes, the next one will wonder what it was they nearly uncovered. Wed draw the entire armys eye in this direction. "
"But—"
"No," Gawyn said softly. "We have to know when to fall back, Jisao. "
"So we came all this way for nothing. "
"We came all this way for an opportunity," Gawyn said, backing away from the hilltop, making certain he didnt show a profile on the horizon. "And now that Ive inspected that opportunity, were not going to take it. Only a fool looses his arrow just because hes got a bird in front of him. "
"Why wouldnt you loose it if its right there in front of you?" Jisao asked as he joined Gawyn.
"Because sometimes the prize isnt worth the arrow," Gawyn said. "Come on. "
Below, waiting in the dark with lanterns hooded, were some of the very men the soldiers in the village were searching for. Gareth Bryne must have been very displeased to learn there was a harrying force hiding somewhere nearby. Hed been diligent in trying to flush it out, but the countryside near Tar Valon was liberally sprinkled with villages, forests and secluded valleys that could hide a small, mobile strike force. So far, Gawyn had managed to keep his Younglings out of sight while pulling off the occasional raid or ambush on Brynes forces. There was only so much you could do with three hundred men, however. Particularly when you faced one of the five Great Captains.
Am I destined to end up fighting against each and every man who has been a mentor to me? Gawyn took the reins of his horse and gave a silent order to withdraw by raising his right hand, then gestured sharply away from the village. The men moved without comment, dismounting and leading their mounts for both stealth and safety.
Gawyn had thought he was over Hammar and Coulins deaths; Bryne himself had taught Gawyn that the battlefield sometimes made allies into sudden foes. Gawyn had fought his former teachers, and Gawyn had won. That was the end of it.
Recently, however, his mind seemed determined to dredge up those corpses and carry them about. Why now, after so long?
He suspected his sense of guilt had to do with facing Bryne, his first and most influential instructor in the arts of war. Gawyn shook his head as he guided Challenge across the darkening landscape; he kept his men away from the road in case Brynes scouts had placed watchers. The fifty men around Gawyn walked as quietly as possible, the horses hoofbeats deadened by the springy earth.
If Bryne had been shocked to discover a harrying force striking a
t his outriders, then Gawyn had been equally shocked to discover those three stars on the uniforms of the men he slew. How had the White Towers enemies recruited the greatest military mind in all of Andor? And what was the Captain-General of the Queens Guard doing fighting with a group of Aes Sedai rebels in the first place? He should have been in Caemlyn protecting Elayne.
Light send that Elayne had arrived in Andor. She couldnt still be with the rebels. Not with her homeland lacking a queen. Her duty to Andor outweighed her duty to the White Tower.
And what of your duty, Gawyn Trakand? he thought to himself.
He wasnt certain he had duty, or honor, left to him. Perhaps his guilt about Hammar, his nightmares of war and death at Dumais Wells, were due to the slow realization that he might have given his allegiance to the wrong side. His loyalty belonged to Elayne and Egwene. What, then, was he still doing fighting a battle he didnt care about, helping a side that—by all accounts—was opposed to the one Elayne and Egwene had chosen?
Theyre just Accepted, he told himself. Elayne and Egwene didnt choose this side—they are just doing what theyve been ordered to do! But the things that Egwene had said to him all those months ago, back in Cairhien, suggested that she had made her decision willingly.
She had chosen a side. Hammar had chosen a side. Gareth Bryne had, apparently, chosen a side. But Gawyn continued to want to be on both sides. The division was ripping him apart.
An hour out of the village, Gawyn gave the order to mount and take to the road. Hopefully, Brynes scouts wouldnt think to search the land outside the village. If they did, the tracks of fifty horsemen would be hard to miss. There was no avoiding that. The best thing now was to reach firm ground, where the signs of their passing would be hidden by a thousand years of footfalls and traffic. Two pairs of soldiers rode off in front and two pairs hung back to watch. The rest maintained their silence, though their horses now pounded a thunderous gallop. None asked why they were withdrawing, but Gawyn knew that they were wondering, just as Jisao had.
They were good men. Perhaps too good. As they rode, Rajar pulled his mount up beside Gawyns. Just a few months ago, Rajar had been a youth. But now Gawyn couldnt think of him as anything other than a soldier. A veteran. Some men gained experience through years spent living. Other men gained experience through months spent watching their friends die.
Glancing upward, Gawyn missed the stars. They hid their faces from him behind those clouds. Like Aiel behind black veils. "Where did we go wrong, Rajar?" Gawyn asked as they rode.
"Wrong, Lord Gawyn?" Rajar asked. "I dont know that we did anything wrong. We couldnt have known which villages that patrol would choose to inspect, or that they wouldnt turn along the old Wagonright Road, as you had hoped. Some of the men may be confused, but it was right to withdraw. "
"I wasnt talking about the raid, Gawyn said, shaking his head. "Im talking about this whole bloody situation. You shouldnt have to go on supply raids or spend your time killing scouts; you should have become a Warder to some freshly minted Aes Sedai by now. " And I should be back in Caemlyn, with Elayne.
"The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills," the shorter man said.
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