Towers of Midnight

by Robert Jordan; Brandon Sanderson

  As he finished, he stared at the flame of one of the candles. Two of them had gone out, leaving others still to flicker. That wasn't dim light to

  his eyes. He had trouble remembering what the days had been like when his senses had been as weak as an ordinary man's.

  Faile leaned against him, wrapping his arm around her. "Thank you" she said.

  He let out a deep sigh, leaning back against the stump behind him, feeling her warmth.

  "I want to tell you about Maiden," she said.

  "You don't have to," he said. "Just because I—"

  "Hush. I was quiet while you spoke. It's my turn."

  "All right."

  It should have been worrying for him to hear about Maiden. He lay with his back to the stump, sky crackling with energy above, the Pattern itself in danger of unraveling, while his wife spoke of being captured and beaten. Yet it was one of the most oddly relaxing things he'd ever experienced.

  The events in that city had been important to her, maybe even good for her. Though he was angered at hearing how Sevanna had trussed Faile up naked and left her overnight. Someday he'd hunt that woman down.

  Not today, however. Today he had his wife in his arms, and her strong voice was a comfort. He should have realized she would have planned her own escape. In fact, listening to her careful preparation, he began to feel a fool. She'd been worried that he'd get himself killed trying to rescue her— she didn't say it, but he could infer it. How well she knew him.

  Faile left some things out. He didn't mind. Faile would be like a penned and caged animal without her secrets. He got a good hint of what she was hiding, though. It was something to do with that Brotherless who had captured her, something about Faile's plans to trick the man and his friends into helping her escape. Perhaps she'd felt a fondness for him, and didn't wish Perrin to regret killing him. That wasn't necessary. Those Brotherless had been with the Shaido, and they had attacked and killed men under Perrin's protection. No act of kindness would redeem that. They deserved their deaths.

  That gave him pause. The Whitecloaks probably said very similar things about him. But the Whitecloaks had attacked first.

  She finished. It was very late, now, and Perrin reached over to a bundle that Faile's servants had brought up, pulling out a blanket.

  "Well?" Faile asked as he settled back, putting his arm around her again.

  "I'm surprised that you didn't give me an earful for barreling in like a wild bull and stomping all over your plans."

  That made her smell satisfied. It wasn't the emotion he'd expected, but he'd long ago stopped trying to decipher the ways of women's thought.

  "I almost brought the matter up tonight," Faile said, "so that we could have a proper argument and a proper reconciliation."

  "Why didn't you?"

  "I decided that this night should be done in the Two Rivers way."

  "And you think husbands and wives don't argue in the Two Rivers?" he

  asked, amused.

  "Well, perhaps they do. But you, husband, always seem uncomfortable when we yell. I'm very glad you've begun to stand up for yourself, as is proper. But I have asked much from you to adapt to my ways. I thought, tonight, I would try to adapt to yours."

  Those were words that he had never expected to hear from Faile. It seemed the most personal thing she could ever have given him. Embarrassingly, he felt tears in his eyes, and he pulled her tight.

  "Now," she said, "I'm not a docile sheep, mind you."

  "I would never think that," he said. "Never."

  She smelled satisfied.

  "I'm sorry I didn't give much thought to you escaping on your own," Perrin said.

  "I forgive you."

  He looked down at her, those beautiful dark eyes reflecting the candlelight. "Does this mean we can have the reconciliation without the argument?"

  She smiled. "I will allow it, this once. And, of course, the servants have strict orders to ensure our solitude."

  He kissed her. It felt so very right, and he knew that the worries he'd had—and the awkwardness that had been between them since Maiden— were gone. Whether it had been something real or something he imagined, it had passed.

  He had Faile back, truly and completely.

  CHAPTER

  Partings, and a Meeting

  The morning after the gholam attack, Mat woke from dreams rotten as last month's eggs, feeling stiff and aching. He had spent the night sleeping in a hollow he'd found beneath Aludra's supply wagon. He had chosen the location by random chance, using his dice.

  He climbed out from under the wagon, standing and rolling his shoulder, feeling it pop. Bloody ashes. One of the best things about having money was not having to sleep in ditches. There were beggars who spent nights better than this.

  The wagon smelled of sulphur and powders. He was tempted to peek under the oiled tarp that stretched over the back of, but there would be no point. Aludra and her powders were incomprehensible. So long as the dragons performed, Mat did not mind not knowing how they worked. Well, he did not mind it much. Not enough to risk irritating her.

  She was not there at the wagon, fortunately for Mat. She would complain at him again for not having gotten her a bellfounder. She seemed to think him her own personal messenger boy. An unruly one, who refused to do his job properly. Most women had moments like that.

  He walked through camp, brushing bits of straw from his hair. He almost went searching for Lopin to have him draw a bath, until he remembered that Lopin was dead. Bloody ashes! Poor man.

  Thinking about poor Lopin put Mat in an even more dour mood as he

  Iked toward where he'd find some breakfast. Juilin found him first. The

  short Tairen thief-catcher wore his flat-topped conical hat and dark blue "Mat," he said. "Is it true? You've given permission for the Aes Sedai to go back to the Tower?"

  "They didn't need my permission," Mat said, wincing. If the women heard it said that way, they would tan his hide and make saddle leather from it. "I'm planning to give them horses, though."

  "They have them already," Juilin said, looking in the direction of the picket lines. "Said you gave them permission."

  Mat sighed. His stomach growled, but food would have to wait. He walked toward the picket lines; he would need to make sure the Aes Sedai did not make off with his best stock.

  "I've been thinking I might go with them," Juilin said, joining Mat. "Take Thera to Tar Valon."

  "You're welcome to leave any time," Mat said. "I won't hold you here." Juilin was a good enough fellow. A little stiff at times. Well, very stiff. Juilin could make a Whitecloak look relaxed. He was not the type you wanted to take with you dicing; he would spend the night scowling at everyone in the tavern and muttering about the crimes they had certainly committed. But he was reliable, and a good hand to have in a pinch.

  "I want to get back to Tear," Juilin said. "But the Seanchan would be so close, and Thera ... It worries her. She doesn't much like the idea of Tar Valon either, but we don't have many choices, and the Aes Sedai promised that if I came with them, they'd get me work in Tar Valon."

  "So, this is parting, then?" Mat said, stopping and turning to him.

  "For now," Juilin said. He hesitated, then held out his hand. Mat took it and shook, and then the thief-catcher was off to gather his things and his woman.

  Mat thought for a moment, then changed his mind and headed for the cook tent. Juilin would slow the Aes Sedai, probably, and he wanted to fetch something.

  A short time later, he arrived at the picket lines fed and carrying a cloth-wrapped bundle under his arm. The Aes Sedai had, of course, created an inordinately large caravan out of some of his best horses. Teslyn and Joline also seemed to have decided they could commandeer some pack ani-mals and some soldiers to do the loading. Mat sighed and walked into the mess, checking over the horses.

  Joline sat on Moonglow, a mare of Tairen stock that had belonged to one of the men Mat had lost in the fighting to escape the Seanchan. The

/>   more reserved Edesina had mounted Firewisp, and was glancing occasion-ally at two women who stood to the side. Dark-skinned Bethamin and pale, yellow-haired Seta were former sul'dam.

  The Seanchan women tried very hard to look aloof as the group gath-ered. Mat sauntered up to them.

  "Highness," Seta said, "it is true? You're going to allow these to roam free of you?"

  "Best to be rid of them," Mat said, wincing at her choice of titles for him. Did they have to throw around such words that like they were wooden pennies? Anyway, the two Seanchan women had changed a great deal since beginning with the group, but they still seemed to find it odd that Mat did not wish to use the Aes Sedai as weapons. "Do you want to go, or do you want to stay?"

  "We will go," Bethamin said firmly. She was determined to learn, it seemed,

  "Yes,' Seta said, "though I sometimes think it might be better to simply let us die, as opposed to . . . Well, what we are, what we represent, means that we are a danger to the Empire."

  Mat nodded. "Tuon is a sul'dam" he said.

  The two women looked down.

  "Go with the Aes Sedai," Mat said. "I'll give you your own horses, so you don't have to rely on them. Learn to channel. That'll be more use than dying. Maybe someday you two can convince Tuon of the truth. Help me find a way to fix this without causing the Empire to collapse."

  The two women looked to him, more firm and confident, suddenly. "Yes, Highness," Bethamin said. "It is a good purpose for us to have. Thank you, Highness."

  Seta actually got tears in her eyes! Light, what did they think he had just promised them? Mat retreated before they could get any more odd ideas in their heads. Flaming women. Still, he could not help feeling sorry for them. Learning that they could channel, worrying they might be a danger to everyone around them.

  That's bow Rand felt, Mat thought. Poor fool. As always, the colors swirled when he thought of Rand. He tried not to do it too often, and before he could banish those colors, he caught a glimpse of Rand shaving in a fine, gilded mirror hanging in a beautiful bathing chamber.

  Mat gave some orders to get the sul'dam horses, then he walked over toward the Aes Sedai. Thom had arrived and he strolled over. "Light, Mat," he said. "You look like you tangled with a briarstitch patch and came out sore.

  Mat raised a hand to his hair, which was probably a real sight. "I lived the night, and the Aes Sedai are leaving. I've half a mind to dance

  a jig at that." 'Thorn snorted. "Did you know those two were going to be here?"

  "The sul'dam? I figured."

  "No, those two." He pointed.

  Mat turned, frowning as he found Leilwin and Bayle Domon riding

  Their possessions were rolled up on the backs of their horses. Leilwin—then known as Egeanin—had once been a Seanchan noblewoman, but

  Tuon had stripped her name away. She wore a dress with divided skirts of

  muted gray. Her short dark hair had grown out, and hung over her ears.

  She climbed from her saddle and stalked in Mat's direction.

  "Burn me," Mat said to Thorn, "if I can be rid of her, too, I'll almost start thinking that life has turned fair on me."

  Domon followed her as they approached. He was her so'jhin. Or . . . could he still be so'jhin, now that she had no title? Well, either way, he was her husband. The Illianer was thick of girth, and strong. He was not too bad a fellow, except when he was around Leilwin. Which was always.

  "Cauthon," she said, stepping up to him.

  "Leilwin," he replied. "You're leaving?"

  "Yes."

  Mat smiled. He really was going to do that dance!

  "I always intended to make my way to the White Tower," she continued. "I set my mind there on the day I left Ebou Dar. If the Aes Sedai are leaving, I will go with them. A ship is always wise to join a convoy, when the right opportunity is presented."

  "Too bad to see you go," Mat lied, tipping his hat to her. Leilwin was as tough as a hundred-year oak stuck with bits of axe left over from the men foolish enough to try to chop it down. If her horse threw a shoe on the road to Tar Valon, she would likely sling the animal over her shoulder and carry it the rest of the way.

  But she did not like Mat, for all he had done to save her skin. Maybe it

  was because he had not let her take charge, or maybe because she had been

  forced act like his lover. Well, he had not enjoyed that part either. It had

  been like holding a sword by the blade and pretending that it did not sting.

  Though it had been fun to watch her squirm.

  "Be well, Matrim Cauthon," Leilwin said. "I don't envy the place you've

  put yourself in. In some ways, I think the winds that carry you may actu-ally be rougher than the ones which have buffeted me, recently." She nodded to him, then turned to go.

  Domon reached over, laying a hand on Mat's arm. "You did do as you said. By my aged grandmother! You gave a bumpy ride of it, but you did do as you said. My thanks."

  The two of them moved off. Mat shook his head, waving to Thom and strolling over to the Aes Sedai. "Teslyn," Mat said. "Edesina. Joline. All ' well?"

  "It is," Joline said.

  "Good, good," Mat said. "You have sufficient pack animals?"

  "They will do, Master Cauthon," Joline said. Then, covering a wince she added, "Thank you for giving them to us."

  Mat smiled broadly. My, but it was amusing to hear her trying to acr respectful! She had obviously expected Elayne to welcome her and the others with open arms, not turn them away from the palace without an audience.

  Joline eyed Mat, lush lips pressed together. "I would liked to have tamed you, Cauthon," she said. "I've still half a mind to return someday and see the job done properly."

  "I'll wait breathlessly for that, then," he said, taking the cloth-wrapped package from under his arm. He handed it up to her.

  "What is this?" she asked, not reaching for it.

  Mat shook the bundle. "Parting gift," he said. "Where I come from, you never let a traveler depart without giving her something for the road. It would be rude."

  Reluctantly, she accepted it and peeked inside. She was obviously surprised to find that it contained a collection of about a dozen powdered sweetbuns. "Thank you," she said, frowning.

  "I'm sending soldiers with you," Mat said. "They'll bring my horses back once you arrive in Tar Valon."

  Joline opened her mouth as if to complain, but then closed it. What argument could she make?

  "That will be acceptable, Cauthon," Teslyn said, moving her black gelding closer.

  "I'll give them orders to do as you say," Mat said, turning to her. "So you'll have people to command about and make set up your tents. But there's a condition attached."

  Teslyn raised an eyebrow.

  "I want you to tell the Amyrlin something," he said. "If it's Egwene, this should be easy. But even if it isn't, you tell her. The White Tower has something of mine, and it's nearly time that I reclaimed it. I don't want to, but what I want never seems to matter a whisker, these days. So I'll be coming, and I don't mean to be bloody turned away. " He smiled. "Use that exact language."

  Testlyn, to her credit, chuckled softly. "I'll see it done, though I doubt

  rumors are true. Elaida would not have given up the Amyrlin Seat."

  "You might be surprised." Mat surely had been, when he had discovered women calling Egwene Amyrlin. He did not know what had hapned up at the White Tower, but he had a sinking feeling that the Aes Sedai had wrapped poor Egwene up in their schemes so soundly that she would never escape. He had half a mind to ride up there himself and see if

  he could get her out. But he had other tasks. Egwene would have to see to herself for now. She was a capable girl; she could probably handle it without him for a while.

  Thorn stood to his side, looking thoughtful. He did not know for sure that Mat had blown the Horn—at least, Mat had never told him. He tried to forget about the bloody thing. But Thorn had probably guessed.

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nbsp; "Well, I suppose you should be going," Mat said. "Where's Setalle?"

  "She'll be staying here," Teslyn said. "She said that she wanted to keep you from making too many missteps." She raised an eyebrow, and Joline and Edesina nodded sagaciously. They all assumed that Setalle was a former runaway servant from the White Tower, perhaps having fled as a girl because of a misdeed.

  Well, that meant he wouldn't be rid of the entire group. Still, if he had to pick one to stay, it would be Mistress Anan. She would probably be wanting to find a way to meet up with her husband and family, who had fled Ebou Dar by ship.

  Juilin walked up, leading Thera. Had that frightened wisp of a woman really been the Panarch of Tarabon? Mat had seen mice that were less timid. Mat's soldiers brought out horses for the two of them. All in all, this expedition was costing him some forty animals and a file of soldiers. But it would be worth it. Besides, he intended to retrieve both men and horses—along with information about what was really happening in Tar Valon.

  He nodded to Vanin. The thick-waisted horse thief had not been too pleased when Mat had ordered him to go along to Tar Valon and gather information. Mat had figured he would be ecstatic, considering how he doted on the Aes Sedai. Well, he would be even less happy when he found Juilin was along; Vanin tended to step lightly around the thief-catcher.

  Vanin mounted a bay gelding. As far as the Aes Sedai knew, he was a

  senior Redarm and one of Mat's field scouts, but nobody to be suspicious

  of. We did not look very threatening, except maybe as a danger to a bowl of

  boiled potatoes. That might be why he was so good at what he did. Mat

  did not need any horses stolen, but Vanin's talents could be applied to other tasks.

  "Well," Mat said, turning back to the Aes Sedai, "I won't keep you further, then." He stepped back, avoiding looking at Joline—who had a predatory cast to her eyes that reminded him all too much of Tylin. Teslyn waved and, curiously, Edesina nodded to him in respect. Juilin had a wave for him and Thorn, and Mat got a nod from Leilwin. The woman chewed rocks for breakfast and nails for supper, but she was fair. Maybe he could talk to Tuon, get her reinstated or something.