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Siuan the Amyrlin hadnt had any time for entanglements, but what of Siuan the attendant? Guiding people with quiet manipulations required a lot more skill than bullying them with the power of the Amyrlin Seat, and it was proving more fulfilling. But it also left her without the crushing weight of responsibility shed felt during her years leading the White Tower. Was there, perhaps, room in her life for a few more changes?
The wagon reached the far side of the army camp, and she shook her head at her own foolishness as she hopped down, then nodded her thanks to the wagon driver. Was she a girl, barely old enough for her first full-day blackfish trawl? There was no use in thinking of Bryne that way. At least not right now. There was too much to do.
She walked along the perimeter of the camp, army tents to her left. It was growing dark, and lanterns burning precious oil illuminated disorganized shanties and tents to her right. Ahead of her, a small circular palisade rose on the army side. It didnt enclose the entire army—in fact, it was only big enough for several dozen officer tents and some larger command tents. It was to act as a fortification in an emergency, but always as a center of operations—Bryne felt it good to have a physical barrier separating the larger camp from the place where he held conference with his officers. With the confusion of the civilian camp, and with such a long border to patrol, it would be too easy for spies to approach his tents otherwise.
The palisade was only about three-quarters done, but work was progressing quickly. Perhaps he would choose to surround the entire army, eventually, if the siege continued long enough. For now, Bryne felt that the small, fortified command post would not only suggest security to the soldiers, but also lend them a sense of authority.
The eight-foot wooden stakes rose from the ground ahead, a line of sentinels standing side by side, points raised to the sky. While holding a siege one generally had a lot of manpower for work like this. The guards at the palisade gate knew to let her pass, and she quickly made her way to Brynes tent. She did have washing to do, but most of it would probably have to wait until the morning. She was supposed to meet Egwene in Telaranrhiod as soon as it grew dark, and the glow of the sunset was already beginning to fade.
Brynes tent, as usual, shone with only a very faint light. While people outside squandered their oil, he scrimped. Most of his men lived better than he did. Fool man. Siuan pushed her way into the tent without calling.
If he was foolish enough to change without going behind the screen, then he was foolish enough to be seen doing it.
He was seated at his desk working by the light of a solitary candle. He appeared to be reading scout reports.
Siuan sniffed, letting the tent flaps droop closed behind her. Not a single lamp! That man! "You will ruin your eyes reading by such poor light, Gareth Bryne. "
"I have read by the light of a single candle for most of my life, Siuan," he said, turning over a page and not looking up. "And Ill have you know that my eyesight is the same as it was when I was a boy. "
"Oh?" Siuan said. "So youre saying that your eyesight was poor to begin with?"
Bryne grinned, but continued his reading. Siuan sniffed again, loudly, to make sure he heard. Then she wove a globe of light and sent it hovering over beside his desk. Fool man. She wouldnt have him going so blind he fell in battle to an attack he didnt see. After setting the light beside his head—perhaps too close for him to be comfortable with it without scooting over—she walked over to pluck clothing off the drying line shed strung across the center of the tent. Hed voiced no complaint about her using the inside of his tent for drying laundry, and hadnt taken it down. That was a disappointment. Shed been anticipating chastising him for that.
"A woman from the camp outside approached me today," Bryne said, shifting his chair to the side, then picking up another stack of pages. "She offered me laundry service. Shes organizing a group of washwomen in the camp, and she claimed that she could do my wash more quickly and effectively than a single distracted maidservant could. "
Siuan froze, sparing a glance at Bryne, who was looking through his papers. His strong jaw was lit on the left by the even white light of her globe and on the right by the flickering orange candlelight. Some men were made weak by age, others were made to look tired or slovenly. Bryne had simply become distinguished, like a pillar, crafted by a master stonemason, then left to the elements. Age hadnt reduced Brynes effectiveness or his strength. It had simply given him character, dusting his temples with silver, creasing his firm face with lines of wisdom.
"And what did you tell this woman?" she asked.
Bryne turned a page over. "I told her that I was satisfied with my laundry. " He looked up at her. "I have to say, Siuan, that Im surprised. I had assumed that an Aes Sedai would know little of work such as this, but rarely have my uniforms known such a perfect combination of stiffness and comfort. You are to be commended. "
Siuan turned away from him, hiding her blush. Fool man! She had caused kings to kneel before her! She manipulated the Aes Sedai and planned for the deliverance of mankind itself! And he complimented her on her laundering skills?
The thing was, from Bryne, that was an honest and meaningful compliment. He didnt look down on washwomen, or on runner boys. He treated all with equity. A person didnt gain stature in Gareth Brynes eyes by being a king or queen; one gained stature by keeping to ones oaths and doing ones duty. To him, a compliment on laundry well done was as meaningful as a medal awarded to a soldier who had stood his ground before the enemy.
She glanced back at him. He was still watching her. Fool man! She hurriedly took down another of his shirts and began folding it.
"You never did explain to my satisfaction why you broke your oath," he said.
Siuan froze, looking at the back wall of the tent, splayed with shadows of the still-hanging laundry. "I thought that you understood," she said, continuing to fold. "I had important information for the Aes Sedai in Sali-dar. Besides, I couldnt very well let Logain run about free, now could I? I had to find him and get him to Salidar. "
"Those are excuses," Bryne said. "Oh, I know that theyre true. But youre Aes Sedai. You can cite four facts and use them to hide the real truth as effectively as another might use lies. "
"So you claim Im a liar?" she demanded.
"No," he said. "Just an oathbreaker. "
She glanced at him, eyes widening. Why, shed let him hear the rough side of. . . .
She hesitated. He was watching her, bathed in the glow of the two lights, eyes thoughtful. Reserved, but not accusatory. "That question drove me here, you know," he said. "Its why I hunted you all that way. Its why I finally swore to these rebel Aes Sedai, though I had little wish to be pulled into yet another war at Tar Valon. I did it all because I needed to understand. I had to know. Why? Why did the woman with those eyes— those passionate, haunting eyes—break her oath?"
"I told you I was going to return to you and fulfill that oath," Siuan said, turning away from him and snapping a shirt in front of her to un-wrinkle it.
"Another excuse," he said softly. "Another answer from an Aes Sedai. Will I ever have the full truth from you, Siuan Sanche? Has anyone ever had it?" He sighed, and she heard papers rustle, the candles light flickering in the faint stir of his movements as he turned back to his reports.
"When I was still an Accepted in the White Tower," Siuan said softly, "I was one of four people present when a Foretelling announced the imminent birth of the Dragon Reborn on the slopes of Dragonmount. "
His rustling froze.
"One of the two others present," Siuan continued, "died on the spot. The other died soon after. Im confident that she—the Amyrlin Seat herself—was murdered by the Black Ajah. Yes, it exists. If you tell anyone that I admitted that fact, Ill have your tongue.
"Anyway, before she died, the Amyrlin sent Aes Sedai out hunting the Dragon. One by one, those women vanished. The Blacks must have tortured their names out of Tamra before
killing her. She would not have given up those names easily. I still shiver, sometimes, thinking about what she must have gone through.
"Soon, there were just the two of us left who knew. Moiraine and me. We werent supposed to hear the Foretelling. We were just Accepted, in the room by happenstance. I believe that Tamra was somehow able to withhold our names from the Blacks, for if she hadnt, wed have undoubtedly been murdered like the others.
"That left two of us. The only two in all of the world who knew what was coming. At least, the only two who served the Light. And so I did what I had to, Gareth Bryne. I dedicated my life to preparing for the Dragons coming. I swore to see us through the Last Battle. To do whatever was necessary—whatever was necessary—to bear the burden I had been given. There was only one other person I knew I could trust, and she is now dead. "
Siuan turned, meeting his eyes across the tent. A breeze rippled the walls and fluttered the candle, but Bryne sat still, watching her.
"So you see, Gareth Bryne," she said. "I had to delay fulfilling my oath to you because of other oaths. I swore to see this through to the end, and the Dragon has not yet met his destiny at Shayol Ghul. A persons oaths must follow their order of importance. When I swore to you, I did not promise to serve you immediately. I was intentionally careful on that point. You will call it an Aes Sedai wordplay. I would call it something else. "
"Which is?" he asked.
"Doing what was necessary to protect you, your lands and your people, Gareth Bryne. You blame me for the loss of a barn and some cows. Well, then I suggest that you consider the cost to your people should the Dragon Reborn fail. Sometimes, prices must be paid so that a more important duty can be served. I would expect a soldier to understand that. "
"You should have told me," he said, still meeting her eyes. "You should have explained who you were. "
"What?" Siuan asked. "Would you have believed me?"
He hesitated.
"Besides," she said frankly, "I didnt trust you. Our previous meeting had not been particularly . . . amicable, as I recall. Could I have taken that risk, Gareth Bryne, on a man I did not know? Could I have given him control over the secrets I alone know, secrets that needed to be passed on to the new Amyrlin Seat? Should I have spared even a moment when the entire world was wearing the hangmans noose?"
She held those eyes, demanding an answer.
"No," he finally admitted. "Burn me, Siuan, but no. You shouldnt have waited. You shouldnt have made that oath in the first place!"
"You should have been more careful to listen," she said, finally breaking his gaze with a sniff. "I suggest that if you swear someone into service in the future, you be careful to stipulate a time frame for that service. "
Bryne grunted and Siuan whipped the final shirt off of the drying line, causing it to shake, making a blurry shadow on the back wall of the tent.
"Well," Bryne said, "I told myself Id only hold you to work as long as it took me to get that answer. Now I know. I would say that—"
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