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Siuan made a horseback curtsy as Egwene approached, and Bryne saluted. His eyes were still troubled. He seemed ashamed of his part in the rescue, though Egwene bore him no grievance. He was a man of honor. If he had been bullied into coming along to protect foolhardy Siuan and Gawyn, then Bryne was to be commended for keeping them alive.
As Egwene joined them, she noted that Siuan and Bryne were riding close together. Had Siuan finally admitted her attraction to the man? And . . . there was a certain familiar grace to Bryne now. It was slight enough that she could have just been seeing things, but coupled with the relationship between the two. . . .
"Youve taken another Warder, at last?" Egwene asked Siuan.
The woman narrowed her eyes. "Aye," she said.
Bryne did seem surprised, and a tad ashamed.
"Do your best to keep her out of trouble, General," Egwene said, staring Siuan in the eyes. "She has been in quite a bit of it lately. I have half a mind to give her to you to use as a foot soldier. I believe that the military organization might be good for her, and remind her that sometimes, obedience overrides initiative. "
Siuan wilted, glancing away.
"I havent decided what to do with you yet, Siuan," Egwene said in a softer voice. "But my anger has been kindled. And my trust has been lost. You will need to soothe the first and stoke the second if you wish to enter my confidence again. "
She turned from Siuan to the general, who looked sick. Probably from being forced to feel Siuans shame.
"You are to be commended for your bravery, letting her bond you, General," Egwene said, turning to Bryne. "I realize that keeping her from trouble is a nearly impossible charge, but I have confidence in you. "
The general relaxed. "I shall do my best, Mother," he said. Then he turned his horse, glancing along the rows of soldiers. "There is something you should see. If you will?"
She nodded, turning her horse and riding beside him down the roadway. The village was cobbled here, the population evacuated, the main thoroughfare lined with thousands of Brynes soldiers. Siuan accompanied Egwene, and Gawyn followed. Lelaine and Romanda stayed with the other Sitters at a wave of Egwenes hand. Their newfound obedience was proving useful, particularly since they had apparently decided that they would now be trying to outdo one another for Egwenes approval. Likely, they were both vying to be her new Keeper, now that Sheriam was gone.
The general led Egwene to the front lines, and Egwene prepared a weave of Air just in case an arrow was shot in her direction. Siuan eyed her, but said nothing at the precaution. It shouldnt have been needed— Tower Guards would never fire on an Aes Sedai, not even in a conflict like this one. However, the same couldnt be said of Warders, and accidents did happen. It would be very convenient for Elaida if a stray arrow took her rival in the throat.
The cobbles on the roadway gave way to square paving blocks as they passed through Darein, and those gave way to marble squares leading into the Alindaer Bridge, a majestic white construction that spanned the river to Tar Valon. Here was the thing Bryne wanted her to see: Gathered on the other side of the bridge, bunkered down behind a blockade of stones and large logs, was a force of Tower Guard, the Flame of Tar Valon on their tabards. And there couldnt be more than a thousand of them.
Brynes assault force here was ten thousand strong.
"Now, I know it was never numbers that were keeping us from attacking," Bryne said. "But the Tower Guard should be able to field more men than that, particularly with conscriptions out of the city proper. I doubt theyve been spending these months carving pegs by the fire and reminiscing about old times. If Chubain has half a mind, hes been training a new set of recruits. "
"So where is everyone?" Egwene asked.
"Light only knows, Mother," Bryne said, shaking his head. "Well lose some men getting past that force, but not many. It will be a rout. "
"Could the Seanchan have really hurt them that much?"
"I dont know, Mother," Bryne said. "It was bad last night. A lot of fire, a lot of men dead. But Id have pegged the cost at hundreds, not thousands. Perhaps the Tower Guard is clearing out rubble and stopping the fires, but I still think theyd have gathered a larger force when they saw me forming up here. Ive taken a spyglass to those lads over there, and Ive noted more than one set of bleary red eyes. "
Egwene sat thoughtfully, glad for the breeze blowing in along the river from downstream. "You havent questioned the wisdom of this assault, General. "
"Its not my habit to question where Im pointed, Mother. "
"And your thoughts on the matter, if asked?"
"If asked?" Byrne said. "Well, attacking makes tactical sense. Weve lost Traveling as an edge, and if our enemy can resupply at will and send envoys in and out whenever they want, then whats the purpose of a siege? Its time to either attack or pack up and leave. "
Egwene nodded. And yet, she found herself hesitating. That ominous smoke in the sky, the maimed Tower, the frightened soldiers without reinforcements. It all seemed to whisper a warning.
"How long can we wait before you absolutely must begin this assault, General?" she asked.
He frowned, but didnt question her. He glanced at the sky. "Its getting late. An hour, perhaps? After that, it will be too dark. With numbers this favorable, Id rather not add the randomness of a night battle to the mix. "
"We wait, then, for an hour," Egwene said, settling back on her mount. The others seemed confused, but they said nothing. The Amyrlin Seat had spoken.
What was she waiting for? What were her instincts telling her? Egwene thought on it as the minutes extended, eventually realizing what had made her pause. Once this step had been taken, there was no turning back. The White Tower had suffered the previous night; it was the first time an enemy force had used the One Power against it. Egwenes assault would be another first: the first time one group of Aes Sedai had led troops in battle against another group. There had been fights between factions in the Tower before; clashes between one Ajah and another, some turning to bloodshed, like what had happened after Siuans ousting. The Secret Histories mentioned such events.
But never had the dissension extended beyond the doors of the Tower itself. Never had Aes Sedai led troops across those bridges. To do so now would attach the event forever to Egwenes tenure as Amyrlin. Whatever else she achieved, it would likely be overshadowed by this day.
She had hoped to liberate and unite. Instead, she would turn to war and subjugation. If it had to be so, then she would give the command. But she wanted to wait until the last possible moment. If that meant a grim hour beneath the overcast sky, horses snorting as they sensed their riders tension, then so be it.
Brynes hour came and passed. Egwene hesitated for a few minutes longer—as long as she dared. No relief came to the poor soldiers on the other side of the bridge. They just stared out behind their little barricade, resolute.
Reluctantly, Egwene turned to give the command.
"Here now. " Bryne leaned forward in his saddle. "What is this?"
Egwene turned back to the bridge. Distantly, just barely visible, a procession was coming down the road. Had she waited too long? Had the White Tower sent reinforcements? Had she cost the lives of her men by her stubborn reluctance?
But no. That group wasnt soldiers, but women in skirts. Aes Sedai!
Egwene held up her hand, staying any attacks by her soldiers. The procession rode directly up to the Tower Guard fortification. A moment later, a woman in a gray dress stepped out in front of the road block, accompanied by a single Warder. Egwene squinted, trying to make out the womans features, and Bryne hastily handed her his spyglass. Egwene accepted it thankfully, but had already recognized the woman. Andaya Forae, one of the new Sitters to the Hall chosen after the split. Gray Ajah. That implied a willingness to negotiate.
The glow of power surrounded the woman, and Siuan hissed, causing several nearby soldiers to raise their bows. Again Egwene he
ld up a hand. "Bryne," she said sternly, "I will not have the first shot fired until I give permission. "
"Stand down, men!" Bryne bellowed. "Ill have your hides if you so much as nock an arrow!" The men snapped their bows back down from the ready.
The distant woman used a weave Egwene couldnt make out, and then spoke in a voice that was obviously amplified. "We would speak with Egwene alVere," Andaya said. "Is she in attendance?"
Egwene made her own weave to amplify her voice. "I am here, Andaya. Tell the others with you to come out so that I can see them. "
Surprisingly, they obeyed the command. Nine more women filed out, and Egwene studied each one. "Ten Sitters," she said, handing Bryne back his spyglass and releasing her weave so that she could speak without her words being projected. "Two from each Ajah except the Blue and the Red. "
"Thats promising. " Bryne rubbed his chin.
"Well, they could be here to demand my surrender," Egwene noted. "All right," she said, amplifying her voice with the Power again. "What do you wish of me?"
"We have come," Andaya said. She hesitated. "We have come to inform you that the Hall of the White Tower has chosen to raise you to the Amyrlin Seat. "
Siuan gasped in shock, and Bryne cursed quietly to himself. Several of the soldiers muttered about it being a trap. But Egwene just closed her eyes. Dared she hope? Shed assumed that her unwanted rescue had come too soon. But if shed laid enough groundwork before being taken by Siuan and Gawyn. . . .
"What of Elaida?" Egwene demanded, opening her eyes, her voice booming across the expanse. "Have you deposed yet another Amyrlin?"
The other side was silent for a moment. "Theyre conferring. " Bryne had raised his spyglass.
Andaya spoke a moment later. "Elaida do Avriny a Roihan, Watcher of the Seals, the Flame of Tar Valon, the Amyrlin Seat . . . was taken in the raid last night. Her whereabouts are unknown. She is presumed dead or otherwise unable to fulfill her duties. "
"By the Light!" Bryne lowered the glass.
"No more than she deserved," Siuan muttered.
"No woman deserves that," Egwene said to Siuan and Bryne. Absently she raised fingers to her neck. "Better she had died. "
Bryne said, "This could be a trap. "
"I dont see how," Siuan said. "Andaya is bound by the oaths. She wasnt on your list of Black, was she, Egwene?"
Egwene shook her head.
"Im still hesitant, Mother," Bryne said.
Egwene restored her weave. "You will let my army enter? You will accept the other Aes Sedai back in fellowship and will reinstate the Blue Ajah?"
"We anticipated these demands," Andaya said. "They will be met. "
There was silence, the only sound that of the waters lapping against their banks below.
"Then I accept," Egwene said across the bridge.
"Mother," Siuan said cautiously. "This might be rash. Perhaps you should speak with—"
"It is not rash," Egwene released her weave and felt a surge of hope.
"It is what weve wanted. " She eyed Siuan. "Besides. Who are you to lecture me on being rash?" Siuan looked down. "General, prepare your men to cross, and bring the Sitters at the back forward. Send runners back to the Aes Sedai camp with the news, and make certain your men at the other bridges know to stand down. "
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