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"Where is he?" Rand asked.
"Nobody knows, Rand alThor. He vanished. Some say months ago, others say it has been years. "
"Graendal might have him," Rand whispered, studying the map intently. "If shes here. Yes, I think she probably is. But where? She wont be in the kings palace, thats not her way. She will have some place that is hers, a place where she can display her trophies. A location that would make a trophy itself, but not a place that one would think of immediately. Yes, I know. Youre right. Thats how she did it before. . . . "
Such familiarity! Nynaeve shivered. Aviendha knelt beside her, holding out a cup of tea. Nynaeve took it, meeting the womans eyes, then began to whisper a question. Aviendha shook her head curtly. Later, her expression seemed to imply. Aviendha rose and retreated to the back of the room and then, grimacing, took out her frayed cloth and began pulling the threads out one at a time. What was the point of that?
"Cadsuane," Rand said, stopping his whispering, speaking up. "What do you know of the Council of Merchants?"
"They are mostly women," Cadsuane said, "and women of great cunning at that. However, they are also a selfish lot. It is their duty to choose the king, and with Alsalams disappearance, they should have found a replacement. Too many of them see this as an opportunity, and that keeps them from reaching an agreement. I can assume that theyve separated in face of this chaos to secure power in their home cities, fighting for position and alliances as they each offer their own choice of king for the others to consider. "
"And this Domani army fighting the Seanchan?" Rand asked. "Is that their doing?"
"I know nothing of that. "
"You speak of the man Rodel Ituralde," Rhuarc said.
"Yes. "
"He fought well twenty years ago," Rhuarc said, rubbing his square chin. "He is of the ones you call a Great Captain. I should like to dance the spears with him. "
"You will not," Rand said sharply. "Not while I live, at least. We will secure this land. "
"And you expect us to do this without fighting?" Bael asked. "This Rodel Ituralde reportedly fights like a sandstorm against the Seanchan, drawing their ire better—even—than you yourself, Rand alThor. He will not sleep while you conquer his homeland. "
"Once again," Rand said, "we are not here to conquer. "
Rhuarc sighed. "Then why send us, Rand alThor? Why not use your Aes Sedai? They understand wetlanders. This country is like an entire kingdom of children, and we are too few adults to bring them to obedience. Particularly if you forbid us to spank them. "
"You can fight," Rand said, "but only when you need to. Rhuarc, this has gone beyond the ability of Aes Sedai to fix. You can do this. People are intimidated by the Aiel; they will do as you say. If we can stop the Domani war with the Seanchan, perhaps this Daughter of the Nine Moons will see that I am serious in my desire for peace. Then maybe shell agree to meet with me. "
"Why not do as youve done before?" Bael asked. "Seize the land for your own?"
Bashere nodded, glancing at Rand.
"It wont work, not this time," Rand said. "A war here would take too many resources. You spoke of this Ituralde—hes holding off the Seanchan with virtually no supplies and few men. Would you have us engage a man that resourceful?"
How thoughtful Bashere seemed, as if he were indeed considering engaging this Ituralde. Men! They were all the same. Offer them a challenge, and theyd be curious, no matter that the challenge would likely end with them spitted on a lance.
"There are few men alive like Rodel Ituralde," Bashere said. "He would be a great help to our cause, for certain. Ive always wondered if I could beat him. "
"No," Rand said again, looking over the map. From what Nynaeve could see, it showed troop concentrations, marked with annotations. The Aiel were an organized mess of charcoal marks across the top of Arad Do-man; Ituraldes forces were deep into Almoth Plain, fighting Seanchan. The middle of Arad Doman was a sea of chaotic black annotations, likely the personal forces of various nobles.
"Rhuarc, Bael, Rand said. "I want you to seize the members of the Council of Merchants. "
The tent was silent.
"Are you certain that is wise, boy?" Cadsuane finally asked.
"Theyre in danger from the Forsaken," Rand said, idly tapping the map with his fingers. "If Graendal really has taken Alsalam, then getting him back will do us no good. Hell be so far beneath her Compulsion that hell barely have the mind of a child. Shes not subtle; she never has been. We need the Council of Merchants to choose a new king. Thats the only way to bring this kingdom peace and order. "
Bashere nodded. "Its bold. "
"We are not kidnappers," Bael said, frowning.
"You are what I say you are, Bael," Rand said quietly.
"We are still free people, Rand alThor," Rhuarc said.
"I will change the Aiel with my passing," Rand said with a shake of his head. "I dont know what youll be once this is all through, but you cannot remain what you were. I will have you take up this task. Of all those who follow me, I trust you the most. If were going to take the members of the Council without throwing this land further into war, I will need your cunning and stealth. You can prowl into their palaces and manors as you infiltrated the Stone of Tear. "
Rhuarc and Bael regarded one another, sharing a frown.
"Once you take the Council of Merchants," Rand continued, apparently unconcerned about their worries, "move the Aiel into the cities where those merchants ruled. Make sure those cities dont degenerate. Restore order as you did in Bandar Eban. From there, begin hunting bandits and enforcing the law. Supplies will soon arrive from the Sea Folk. Take cities on the coast first, then move inland. Within a months time, the Domani should be flowing toward you, rather than running away from you. Offer them safety and food, and order will take care of itself. "
A surprisingly rational plan. Rand really did have a clever mind, for a man. There was a lot of good in him, perhaps the very soul of a leader, if he could keep his temper in check.
Rhuarc continued to rub his chin. "It would help if we had some of your Saldaeans, Davram Bashere. Wetlanders do not like following Aiel. If they can pretend that wetlanders are in charge, then they will be more likely to come to us. "
Bashere laughed. "Well also make nice targets. As soon as we seize a few members of the merchant council, the rest will send assassins after us for certain!"
Rhuarc laughed as if he thought that a grand joke. The Aiel sense of humor was its own sort of oddity. "We will keep you alive, Davram Bashere. If we do not, we will stuff you and set you on that horse of yours, and you will make a grand quiver for their arrows!"
Bael laughed loudly at this, and the Maidens by the doors began another round of handtalk.
Bashere chuckled, though he didnt seem to understand the humor either. "You sure this is what you want to do?" he asked Rand.
Rand nodded. "Divide some of your forces, send them with Aiel groups as Rhuarc decides. "
"And what of Ituralde?" Bashere asked, looking back at the map. "There wont be peace for long once he realizes weve invaded his homeland. "
Rand tapped the map softly for a moment. "I will deal with him personally," he finally said.
CHAPTER 8
Clean Shirts
Adockmasters sky, it was called. Those gray clouds, blotting out the sun, temperamental and sullen. Perhaps the others—here in the camp just outside of Tar Valon—hadnt noticed the persistent clouds, but Siuan had. No sailor would miss them. Not dark enough to promise a storm, not light enough to imply smooth waters either.
A sky like that was ambiguous. You could set out and never see a drop of rain or a hint of stormwinds. Or, with barely a moments notice, you could find yourself in the middle of a squall. It was deceitful, that blanket of clouds.
Most ports charged a daily fee to each vessel moored in their harbors, but on days of storm�
��when no fisher could make a catch—the fee would be halved, or spared entirely. On a day like this, however, when there were gloomy clouds but no proof of storms, the dockmasters would charge a full days rent. And so the fisher had to make a choice. Stay in the harbor and wait, or go fishing to recoup the dock fees. Most days like this didnt turn stormy. Most days like this were safe.
But if a storm did come on a day like this, it tended to be very bad. Many of the most terrible tempests in history had sprung from a dock-masters sky. Thats why some fishers had another name for clouds like those. They called them a lionfishs veil. And it had been days since the sky had offered anything different. Siuan shivered, pulling her shawl close. It was a bad sign.
She doubted many fishers had chosen to go out this day.
"Siuan?" Lelaine asked, voice tinged with annoyance. "Do hurry up. And I dont want to hear any more superstitious nonsense about the sky. Honestly. " The tall Aes Sedai turned away and continued along the walk.
Superstitious? Siuan thought indignantly. A thousand generations of-wisdom isnt superstition. Its good sense! But she said nothing, and hurried after Lelaine. Around her, the camp of Aes Sedai loyal to Egwene continued its daily activities, as steady as a clocks gears. If there was one thing Aes Sedai were good at, it was creating order. Tents were arranged in clusters, by Ajah, as if to imitate the White Towers layout. There were few men, and most of those who passed—soldiers on errands from Gareth Brynes armies, grooms caring for horses—were quick to be about their duties. They were far outnumbered by worker women, many of whom had gone so far as to embroider the pattern of the Flame of Tar Valon on their skirts or bodices.
One of the only oddities about the village—if one ignored the fact that there were tents instead of rooms and wooden walkways instead of tiled hallways—was the number of novices. There were hundreds and hundreds. In fact, the number had to be over a thousand now, many more than the Tower had held in recent memory. Once the Aes Sedai were reunited, novices quarters that hadnt been used in decades would have to be reopened. They might even need the second kitchen.
These novices bustled around in families, and most of the Aes Sedai tried to ignore them. Some did this out of habit; who paid attention to novices? But others did so out of displeasure. By their estimation, women aged enough to be mothers and grandmothers—indeed, many who were mothers and grandmothers—shouldnt have been entered into the novice book. But what could be done? Egwene alVere, the Amyrlin Seat, had declared that it should happen.
Siuan could still sense shock in some of the Aes Sedai she passed. Egwene was to have been carefully controlled. What had gone wrong? When had the Amyrlin gotten away from them? Siuan would have taken more smug delight from those looks if she hadnt herself worried about Egwenes continued captivity in the White Tower. That was a lionfishs veil indeed. Potential for great success, but also for great disaster. She hurried after Lelaine.
"What is the status of the negotiations?" Lelaine asked, not bothering to look at Siuan.
You could go to one of the sessions yourself and find out, Siuan thought. But Lelaine wanted to be seen supervising, not taking an active hand. And asking Siuan, in the open, was also a calculated move. Siuan was known as one of Egwenes confidants and still carried some measure of notoriety for having been Amyrlin herself. The things Siuan said to Lelaine werent important; being seen saying them, however, increased the womans influence in camp.
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