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"I think so," he said, turning to glance toward the center of camp. She could just barely make out the large gathering tent of the Hall through the scrub trees.
"Then I must appear before them," Egwene said, taking a deep breath. She began to walk forward.
"No," Gawyn said, stepping in front of her. "Egwene, we need to talk. "
"Later. "
"No, not later, burn it! Ive waited months. I need to know how we stand. I need to know if you—"
"Stop!" she said.
He froze. She would not be taken in by those eyes, burn him! Not right now. "I said that I hadnt sorted through my feelings yet," she said coolly, "and I meant it. "
He set his jaw. "I dont believe that Aes Sedai calmness, Egwene," he said. "Not when your eyes are so much more truthful. Ive sacrificed—"
"Youve sacrificed?" Egwene interrupted, letting a little anger show. "What about what I sacrificed to rebuild the White Tower? Sacrifices that you undermined by acting against my express wishes? Did Siuan not tell you that I had forbidden a rescue?"
"She did," he said stiffly. "But we were worried about you!"
"Well, that worry was the sacrifice I demanded, Gawyn," she said, exasperated. "Dont you see what a distrust you have shown me? How can I trust you if you will disobey me in order to feel more comfortable?"
Gawyn didnt look ashamed; he just looked perturbed. That was actually a good sign—as Amyrlin, she needed a man who would speak his mind. In private. But in public shed need someone who supported her. Couldnt he see that?
"You love me, Egwene," he said stubbornly. "I can see it. "
"Egwene the woman loves you," she said. "But Egwene the Amyrlin is furious with you. Gawyn, if youd be with me, you have to be with both the woman and the Amyrlin. I would expect you—a man who was trained to be First Prince of the Sword—to understand that distinction. "
Gawyn looked away.
"You dont believe it, do you?" she asked.
"What?"
"That Im Amyrlin," she said. "You dont accept my title. "
"Im trying to," he said as he looked back at her. "But bloody ashes, Egwene. When we parted you were just an Accepted, and that wasnt so long ago. Now theyve named you Amyrlin? I dont know what to think. "
"And you cant see how your uncertainty undermines anything we could have together?"
"I can change. But you have to help me. "
"Which is why I wanted to talk later," she said. "Are you going to let me pass?"
He stepped aside with obvious reluctance. "Were not finished with this talk," he warned. "Ive finally made up my mind about something, and I dont intend to stop chasing it until I have it. "
"Fine," Egwene said, passing him. "I cant think about that now. I have to go order people I care about to slaughter another group of people I care about. "
"Youll do it, then?" Gawyn said from behind. "Theres speculation in camp; I heard it though I barely left this place all morning. Some think youll command Bryne to assault the city. "
She hesitated.
"It would be a shame if it happened," he said. "I dont care a whit about Tar Valon, but I think I know what it would do to you to attack it. "
She turned back to him. "I will do what must be done, Gawyn," she said, meeting his eyes. "For the good of the Aes Sedai and the White Tower. Even if it is painful. Even if it tears me apart inside. I will do it if it needs to be done. Always. "
He nodded slowly. She headed for the pavilion at the center of camp.
"This was your fault, Jesse," Adelorna said. Her eyes were still red; shed lost a Warder the night before. She was one of many. But she was also tough as a feral hound, and was obviously determined not to let her pain show.
Jesse Bilal warmed her hands on her cup of gooseberry tea, refusing to let herself be goaded. Adelornas question had been inevitable. And perhaps Jesse deserved the reprimand. Of course, they all deserved it, in one way or another. Except perhaps for Tsutama, who hadnt been an Ajah head at the time. That was part of why the woman hadnt been invited to this particular meeting. That, and the fact that the Red Ajah wasnt in good favor with the others at the moment.
The small, cramped room was barely large enough for five chairs and the small potbellied stove at the wall, radiating a calm warmth. There wasnt room for a table, let alone a hearth. Just enough space for five women. The most powerful women in the world. And the five most foolish, it seemed.
They were a sorry sisterhood this morning, the morning following the greatest disaster in the history of the White Tower. Jesse glanced at the woman beside her. Ferane Neheran—First Reasoner of the White— was a small, stout woman who, oddly in a White, often seemed more temper than logic. Today was one of those times: she sat scowling, her arms folded. Shed refused a cup of tea.
Next to her was Suana Dragand, First Weaver of the Yellow Ajah. She was a lanky thing, all bones and skin, but had an unyielding demeanor. Adelorna, the one to make the accusation against Jesse, was beside her. Who could blame the Captain-General for her spitefulness? She who had been birched by Elaida, and who had last night suffered near death at the hands of the Seanchan? The slim woman looked uncharacteristically disheveled. Her hair was pulled back in a serviceable bun, and her pale dress was wrinkled.
The last woman in the room was Serancha Colvine, Head Clerk of the Gray Ajah. She had light brown hair and a pinched face; she looked perpetually as if shed tasted something very sour. The trait seemed more manifest today than usual.
"She has a point, Jesse," Ferane said, her logical tone a contrast with her obvious pique. "You were the one to suggest this course of action. "
" Suggest is a strong word. " Jesse took a sip of her drink. "I simply mentioned that in some of the . . . more private Tower records, there are accounts of times when the Ajah heads ruled instead of the Amyrlin. " The Thirteenth Depository was known to the Ajah heads, though they could not visit it unless they were also Sitters. That didnt stop most of them from sending Sitters to gather information from it for them. "I may have been the messenger, but that is often the role of the Brown. You all were not so hesitant as to be forced into this course of action. "
There were a few sideways glances at that, and the women found opportunity to study their tea. Yes, they were all implicated, and they understood it. Jesse would not take the blame for this disaster.
"There is little use in assigning blame. " Suana attempted to be soothing, though her voice was laced with bitterness.
"I wont be deflected so easily," Adelorna growled. Some reacted to the loss of a Warder with sadness, others with anger. There was little doubt which was Adelornas way. "A grave, grave error has been made. The White Tower burns, the Amyrlin has been captured by invaders, and the Dragon Reborn still walks the earth unfettered. The entire world will soon know of our disgrace!"
"And what good will it to do to blame one another?" Suana replied. "Are we so childish that we will spend this meeting squabbling about which one of us will hang, in a useless attempt to evade our responsibility?"
Jesse gave quiet thanks for the bony Yellows words. Of course, Suana had been the first of the Ajah heads to agree to Jesses plan. So shed be next in line for the metaphorical hanging.
"She has a point. " Serancha took a sip of her tea. "We must make peace among ourselves. The Tower needs leadership, and were not going to get it from the Hall. "
"Thats partly our fault as well," Ferane admitted, looking sick.
It was. It had seemed like a brilliant plan. The division of the Tower, the departure of so many in rebellion and the raising of a new Amyrlin, had not been their fault. But it had presented several opportunities. The first had been the easiest to take hold of: send Sitters to the rebels to steer them and hasten a reconciliation. The most youthful of Sitters had been chosen, their replacements in the Tower intended to serve only a short time. The Ajah heads had been
certain this ripple of a rebellion could be easily smoothed over.
They hadnt taken it seriously enough. That had been their first mistake. The second was more dire. There were indeed times in the past where the Ajah heads—not the Amyrlin Seat or the Hall of the Tower— had led the Aes Sedai. It had been done secretly, of course, but it had been very successful. Why, the reign of Cemaile Sorenthaine would have been a complete disaster if the Ajah heads hadnt stepped in.
This had seemed like a similar occasion. The days of the Last Battles approach were a special time, requiring special attention. Attention from women of sound, rational minds and great experience. Women who could speak together in confidence and decide on the best course, avoiding the arguments that the Hall got into.
"Where did we go wrong, do you think?" Serancha asked quietly.
The women fell silent. None of them wanted to admit outright that the plan had backfired. Adelorna settled back in her chair, arms folded, smoldering but no longer flinging out accusations.
"It was Elaida," Ferane said. "She wasnt ever . . . very logical. "
"She was a bloody disaster is what she was," Adelorna muttered.
"It was more than that," Jesse admitted. "Directly choosing Sitters we could control to replace those sent to the rebels was a good decision, but perhaps too obvious. The women of our own Ajahs became suspicious; I know of several comments made by women of the Brown. We are not so oblivious as others would like to think us. "
Serancha nodded. "It smelled of conspiracy," she said. "That made the women less trusting. And then there were the rebels. Far more difficult to control than presumed. "
The women nodded. They, like Jesse, had assumed that with proper direction, the rebels would find their way back to the Tower and ask forgiveness. This division should have ended with no more damage than a few bruised egos.
But they hadnt counted on how resilient, or effective, the rebels would be. A full army, appearing on the shores around Tar Valon in the middle of a snowstorm? Led by one of the greatest military minds of the Age? With a new Amyrlin and a frustratingly effective siege? Who could have expected it? And some of the Sitters they had sent had begun siding with the rebels more than the White Tower!
We never should have let Elaida disband the Blue Ajah, Jesse thought. The Blues might have been willing to come back, had it not happened. But it was such a dishonor that they dug in. Light only knew how dangerous that was; the histories were filled with accounts of how dogged the Blues could be at getting their way, particularly when they were forced into a corner.
"I think it is time to admit that there is no hope to save our plans," Suana said. "Are we agreed?"
"Agreed," Adelorna said.
One by one, the sisters nodded their heads, and so did Jesse herself. Even in this room, it was difficult to admit fault. But it was time to cut their losses and begin rebuilding.
"This has its own problems," Serancha said, voice more calm now. The other women looked more assured as well. They didnt trust one another, these five, but they were far closer to doing so than any other group with any authority in the Hall.
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