The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

Page 62

  He snorted softly at that last comment. "I doubt thats possible. "

  He grew quiet, and she closed her eyes, hoping hed go back to sleep. Outside the tent, she could hear the distant voices of guards chatting on patrol and the sound of one of the farriers—Jerasid, Aemin or Falton— working late into the night, pounding out a shoe or nail to ready one of the horses for the next days march. It was good to hear that sound again. The Aiel were useless when it came to horses, and the Shaido had either released the ones they captured or turned them into workhorses. She had seen many fine saddle mares pulling carts during her days in Maiden.

  Should it feel strange to be back? She had spent less than two months as a captive, but it had seemed like years. Years spent running errands for Sevanna, being punished arbitrarily. But that time had not broken her. Strangely, shed felt more like a noblewoman during those days than she had before.

  It was as if she hadnt quite understood what it was to be a lady until Maiden. Oh, shed had her share of victories. Cba Faile, the people of the Two Rivers, Alliandre and Perrins camp members. Shed put her training to use, helping Perrin learn to be a leader. All of this had been important, had required her to use what her mother and father had trained her to be.

  But Maiden had opened her eyes. There, she had found people who had needed her more than shed ever been needed before. Beneath Se-vannas cruel dictatorship, there had been no time for games, no room for mistakes. She had been humiliated, beaten and nearly killed. And that had given her a true understanding of what it was to be a liege lady. She actually felt a stab of guilt for the times she had lorded over Perrin, trying to force him—or others—to bend to her will. Being a noblewoman meant going first. It meant being beaten so others were not. It meant sacrificing, risking death, to protect those who depended upon you.

  No, it didnt feel strange to be back, for shed taken Maiden—the parts that mattered—with her. Hundreds had sworn allegiance to her among the gaishain, and she had saved them. She had done it through Perrin, but she had made plans, and one way or another, she would have escaped and brought back an army to free those who had sworn to her.

  There had been costs. But she would deal with those later tonight, Light willing. She opened an eye and peeked at Perrin. He seemed to be sleeping, but was his breath even? She slipped her arm free.

  "I dont care what happened to you," he said.

  She sighed. No, not asleep. "What happened to me?" she asked with confusion.

  He opened his eyes, staring up at the tent. "The Shaido, the man who was with you when I saved you. Whatever he did . . . whatever you did to survive. Its all right. "

  Was that what was bothering him? Light! "You big ox," she said, thumping a fist on his chest, causing him to grunt. "What are you saying? That it would be all right for me to be unfaithful? Just after you were so concerned to tell me that you hadnt been?"

  "What? No, its different, Faile. You were a prisoner, and—"

  "And I cant care for myself? You are an ox. No one touched me. Theyre Aiel. You know they wouldnt dare harm a gaishain. " It wasnt quite true; women had often been abused in the Shaido camp, for the Shaido had stopped acting like Aiel.

  But there had been others in the camp, Aiel who hadnt been Shaido. Men who had refused to accept Rand as their Caracarn, but who also had trouble accepting Shaido authority. The Brotherless had been men of honor; though theyd called themselves cast off, they had been the only ones in Maiden who had maintained the old ways. When the gaisbain women had started to be in danger, the Brotherless had chosen and protected those they could. They hadnt asked anything for their efforts.

  Well . . . that wasnt true. They had asked for much, but had demanded nothing. Rolan had always been an Aiel to her in action, if not in word. But, like Masemas death, her relationship with Rolan was not something Perrin needed to know about. She had never so much as kissed Rolan, but she had used his desire for her as an advantage. And she suspected that hed known what she was doing.

  Perrin had killed Rolan. That was another reason that her husband didnt need to know about the Brotherless mans kindness. It would tear Perrin apart inside if he knew what hed done.

  Perrin relaxed, closing his eyes. He had changed during these two months, perhaps as much as she had. That was good. In the Borderlands, her people had a saying: "Only the Dark One stays the same. " Men grew and progressed; the Shadow just remained as it was. Evil.

  "Well have to do some planning tomorrow," Perrin said, yawning. "Once gateways are available, we will have to decide whether to force the people to leave, and decide who goes first. Has anyone discovered what happened to Masema?"

  "Not that I know of," she said carefully. "But with so many of his possessions gone from his tent. . . . "

  "Masema doesnt care about possessions," Perrin mumbled quietly, eyes still closed. "Though maybe he would have taken them to rebuild. I guess he might have run off, though its strange that nobody knows where or how. "

  "He probably slipped away during the confusion after the battle. "

  "Probably," Perrin agreed. "I wonder . . . " He yawned. "I wonder what Rand will say. Masema was the point of this whole trip. I was to fetch him and bring him back, and I guess Ive failed. "

  "You destroyed the men who were murdering and robbing in the Dragons name," Faile said, "and you cut out the heart of the Shaido leadership, not to mention all youve learned about the Seanchan. I think the Dragon will find that what youve accomplished here far outweighs not bringing Masema back. "

  "Maybe youre right," Perrin mumbled sleepily. "Blasted colors. . . . I dont want to watch you sleeping, Rand. What happened to your hand? Light-blinded fool, take better care of yourself. . . . Youre all we have. . . . Last Hunt coming. . . . "

  She could barely make out that last part. Why was he talking about Rands hand going hunting? Was he actually falling asleep this time?

  Sure enough, he soon started snoring softly. She smiled, shaking her head fondly. He was an ox, sometimes. But he was her ox. She climbed off of the pallet and moved through their tent, pulling on a robe and tying its belt. A pair of sandals followed, and then she slipped out through the tent flaps. Arrela and Lacile guarded there, along with two Maidens. The Maidens nodded to her; they would keep her secret.

  Faile left the Maiden guards, but took Arrela and Lacile with her as she walked out into the darkness. Arrela was a dark-haired Tairen woman who was taller than most Maidens, with a brusque way about her. Lacile was short, pale, and very slender, and she walked with a graceful sway. They were as different as women could get, perhaps, though their captivity had united them all. Both members of Cha Faile had been captured with her and gone to Maiden as gaisbain.

  After traveling a short distance, they picked up two other Maidens— Bain and Chiad had spoken with them, likely. They passed out of the camp, moving to a spot where a pair of willow trees stood side by side. There, Faile was met by a pair of women who still wore gaishain white. Bain and Chiad were Maidens themselves, first-sisters and dear to Faile. They were more loyal—even—than those who had sworn to her. Loyal to her, yet free of oaths to her. A contradiction only Aiel could pull off.

  Unlike Faile and the others, Bain and Chiad would not put off the white just because their captors had been defeated. They would wear the clothing for a year and a day. In fact, coming here this night— acknowledging their lives from before they had been taken—stretched what their honor would allow. However, they admitted that being gaishain in the Shaido camp had been anything but standard.

  Faile met them with a smile, but did not shame them by calling them by name or by using Maiden handtalk. However, she couldnt keep herself from asking, "You are well?" as she accepted a small bundle from Chiad.

  Chiad was a beautiful woman with gray eyes and short, reddish blond hair hidden beneath the hood of her gaishain robe. She grimaced at the question. "Gaul searched the entire Shaido camp to find me, and reports s
ay he defeated twelve algaidsiswai with his spear. Perhaps I shall have to make a bridal wreath for him after all, once this is all through. "

  Faile smiled.

  Chiad smiled back. "He did not expect that one of the men he killed would turn out to be the one to whom Bain was gaishain. I do not think Gaul is happy to have both of us serving him. "

  "Foolish man," Bain—the taller of the two—said. "Very like him to not watch where he jabbed his spear. He couldnt kill the right man without accidentally slaying a few others. " Both women chuckled.

  Faile smiled and nodded; Aiel humor was beyond her. "Thank you very much for fetching these," she said, holding up the small, cloth-wrapped bundle.

  "It was nothing," Chiad said. "There were too many hands working that day, so it was easy. Alliandre Maritha Kigarin already waits for you at the trees. We should return to the camp. "

  "Yes," Bain added. "Perhaps Gaul would like his back rubbed again, or water fetched for him. He grows so angry when we ask, but gaishain gain honor only through service. What else are we to do?"

  The women laughed again, and Faile shook her head as they ran back toward the camp, white robes swishing. She cringed at the thought of having to wear such clothing again, if only because it made her think about her days of service to Sevanna.

  Lanky Arrela and graceful Lacile joined her at the base of the two willows. The Maiden guards stayed behind, watching from afar. A third

  Maiden joined those two, moving out of the shadows, likely sent by Bain and Chiad to protect Alliandre. Faile found the dark-haired queen standing at the base of the trees, looking like a lady again in a rich red gown with golden chains lacing her hair. It was an extravagant display, as if she were determined to disprove the days shed spent acting as a servant. Alliandres gown made Faile more aware of her simple robe. But there wasnt much she could have done without waking Perrin. Arrela and Lacile wore only the embroidered breeches and shirts common to those in Cba Faile.

  Alliandre carried a small lantern with the shutters drawn, letting out only a crack of light that illuminated her youthful face, topped by dark hair. "Did they find anything?" she asked. "Please tell me that they did. " She had always been impressively grounded, for a queen, if somewhat demanding. Her time in Maiden seemed to have tempered the latter feature.

  "Yes. " Faile hefted the bundle. The four women huddled around her as she knelt on the ground, the tips of the short grass lit by the lantern, shining like tongues of flame. Faile unwrapped the bundle. The contents werent anything extraordinary. A small handkerchief of yellow silk. A belt of worked leather which had a pattern of bird feathers pressed into its sides. A black veil. And a thin leather band with a stone tied at the center.

  "That belt belonged to Kinhuin," Alliandre said, pointing to it. "I saw him wearing it, before. . . . " She trailed off, then knelt and picked it up.

  "The veil is that of a Maiden," Arrela said.

  "Theyre different?" Alliandre asked with surprise.

  "Of course they are," Arrela said, picking up the veil. Faile had never met the Maiden who had become Arrelas protector, but the woman had fallen in the battle, though not as dramatically as Rolan and the others.