"I can't believe they would try this," Silviana said softly as they walked.
"It's not what you think," Egwene guessed. "They won't try to depose me. The division is too fresh in their minds."
"Then why meet without you?"
"There are ways to move against an Amyrlin without deposing her."
She'd been expecting this for some time, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. Aes Sedai would, unfortunately, be Aes Sedai. It had only been a matter of time before someone decided to try wrenching power from her.
They reached the Hall. Egwene pushed open the doors and stepped in. Her appearance was met with cool Aes Sedai gazes. The seats weren't all filled, but two-thirds of them were. She was surprised to see three Red Sitters. What of Pevara and Javindhra? It appeared that their extended absence during this time had prompted the Red to action. They had been replaced by Raechin and Viria Connoral. The sisters were the only siblings in the White Tower, now that Vandene and Adeleas were dead; an odd choice, but not unexpected.
Both Romanda and Lelaine were in attendance. They met Egwene's gaze evenly. How strange to see them here with so many sisters who they had been at odds with. A common foe—Egwene—could heal any number of rifts. She should have been pleased at that, perhaps.
Lelaine was the only Blue, and there was also only one Brown: Takima, who looked sick. The ivory-skinned Brown wouldn't meet Egwene's gaze. There were two Whites, two Yellows—including Romanda—two Grays, and all three Greens. Egwene gritted her teeth when she saw that. That was the Ajah she would have joined, but it gave her the most grief!
Egwene did not chastise them for meeting without her; she simply strode down between them, Silviana announcing her. Egwene turned and sat down on the Amyrlin Seat, her back to the huge rose window.
There, she sat quietly.
"Well?" Romanda finally asked. Her gray hair up in a bun, she looked like a mother wolf sitting atop the ledge out front of her den. "Are you go-ing to say anything, Mother?"
"You did not inform me of this meeting," Egwene said, "so I assume you do not want my words. I have come merely to watch."
That seemed to make them more uncomfortable. Silviana walked to her side, brandishing one of her best expressions of displeasure.
"All right, then," Rubinde said. "I believe we were going to hear from Saroiya next."
The blocky White was one of the Sitters who had left the Tower when Elaida was raised, but she had made her share of trouble in Salidar. Egwene was not surprised to see her here. The woman stood, pointedly not looking at Egwene. "I will add my testimony. During the days of. . . uncertainty within the Tower"—that would mean the division; few sisters liked to speak of it outright—"the Amyrlin did exactly as Romanda indicated. We were taken by surprise when she called for a declaration of war.
"Within the law, there are provisions that give the Amyrlin almost total power when official war is declared. By being goaded into making war with Elaida, we gave the Amyrlin the means to subject the Hall to her will." She looked around the room, but did not turn to Egwene. "It is my opinion that she will try something similar again. That must be prevented. The Hall is meant to be a balance upon the Amyrlin's power."
She sat down.
Hearing the words actually relieved Egwene. One could never be certain what kinds of scheming were happening in the White Tower. This meeting meant her plans were proceeding as hoped, and that her enemies—or, well, her reluctant allies—hadn't seen what she was really doing. They were busy reacting to things she'd done months ago.
That didn't mean they weren't dangerous. But when a person anticipated danger, it could be handled.
"What can we do?" Magla asked. She glanced at Egwene. "To be prudent, I mean. To make certain the Hall of the Tower is in no way limited."
"We cannot declare war," Lelaine said firmly.
"And yet, to avoid it?" Varilin said. "War is declared between halves of the White Tower, but not against the Shadow?"
"War," Takima said hesitantly, "is already declared against the Shadow.
Need there be an official proclamation? Is not our existence enough? In-deed, do not the oaths make our position clear?"
"But we must make some kind of declaration," Romanda said. She was eldest among them, and would be the one running the meeting. "Some-thing to make the position of the Hall known, to dissuade the Amyrlin from an imprudent call for war."
Romanda didn't seem embarrassed at all by what they had done here. She looked directly at Egwene. No, she and Lelaine would not quickly forgive Egwene for choosing a Red as her Keeper.
"But how would we send such a message?" Andaya asked. "I mean, what are we to do? Make a pronouncement from the Hall that there won't be a declaration of war? Would that not sound ridiculous?"
The women fell silent. Egwene found herself nodding, though not specifically to what was being said. She had been raised through unconventional circumstances. Left alone, the Hall would try to establish its power as greater than hers. This day could easily have meant a step toward that. The Amyrlin Seat's strength had not been constant through the centuries— one could rule almost totally while another was controlled by the Sitters.
"I believe the Hall acts in wisdom," Egwene said, speaking very carefully.
The Sitters turned to her. Some looked relieved. Those who were more familiar with her, however, looked suspicious. Well, that was good. Better they regard her as a threat than as a child to be bullied. She hoped they would eventually respect her as their leader, but there was only so much she could do with the time given.
"The war between factions within the Tower was a different type of battle," Egwene continued. "It was deeply and individually my battle, as Amyrlin, for that division was initially about the Amyrlin Seat.
"But the war against the Shadow is more vast than any one person. It is greater than you or I, greater than the White Tower. It is the war of all life and creation, from the most destitute of beggars to the most powerful of queens."
The Sitters considered that in silence.
Romanda spoke first. "And so you would not oppose the Hall taking over prosecution of the war, managing General Bryne's armies and the Tower Guard?"
That depends," Egwene said, "upon how the provision was worded." There was movement in the hallway outside, and Saerin bustled into the Hall, accompanied by Janya Frende. They shot Takima withering glances, and she shrank down like a threatened bird. Saerin and Egwene's other supporters would have been informed of this meeting just after Egwene herself was.
Romanda cleared her throat. "Perhaps we should see if there is any-thing in the Law of War that can help."
"I'm certain you have studied it quite thoroughly now, Romanda" Egwene said. "What is it you propose?"
"There is a provision for the Hall taking up prosecution of a war" Romanda said.
"That requires the Amyrlin's assent," Egwene said idly. If that was Romandas game, then how had she intended to get Egwene s approval after meeting without her? Perhaps she'd had a different plan.
"Yes, it would require the Amyrlin's agreement," said Raechin. She was a tall, dark-haired woman, and liked to wear her hair in a coil of braids atop her head. "But you said that you thought us wise to take this measure."
"Well," Egwene said, trying to sound as if she were being pressed into a corner, "agreeing with the Hall is quite different from allowing a provision to ban me from the day-to-day workings of the army. What is the Amyrlin Seat to do, if not see to the war?"
"By reports, you've been dedicating yourself to wrangling kings and queens," Lelaine said. "That seems a fine task for the Amyrlin."
"Then you'll stand for such a provision?" Egwene said. "The Hall sees to the army, while I am given authority for dealing with the monarchs of the world?"
"I. . ." Lelaine said. "Yes, I'd stand for that."
"I suppose I could agree," Egwene said.
"Shall we put it to a vote?" Romanda said quickly, as if pouncing on the moment.
"Very well," Egwene said. "Who will stand for this motion?"
Rubinde rose to her feet, and was joined by Faiselle and Farnah, the other Greens. Raechin and her sister stood quickly, though Barasine was watching Egwene with eyes narrowed. Magla stood next, and Romanda reluctantly joined her. Ferane rose slowly. Lelaine was next. She and Romanda shot daggered glances at one another.
That was nine. Egwene's heart beat quickly as she glanced at Takima. The woman seemed very disturbed, as if trying to sort through Egwene's plan. The same went for Saroiya. The calculating White studied Egwene, tugging her ear. Suddenly, her eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth to speak.
At that moment, Doesine and Yukiri arrived, striding into the room.
Saerin stood immediately. Slim Doesine glanced at the women around her. "What motion are we standing for?"
"An important one," Saerin said.
""Well, I suppose I'll stand for it, then."
"As will I," Yukiri said.
"The lesser consensus is given, it seems," Saerin said. "The Hall is given authority over the White Tower's army, while the Amyrlin is given authority and responsibility for dealing with the world's monarchs."
"No!" Saroiya said, climbing to her feet. "Don't you see? He is a king! He holds the Laurel Crown. You've just given the Amyrlin sole responsibility for dealing with the Dragon Reborn!"
There was silence in the Hall.
"Well," Romanda said, "surely she . . ." She trailed off as she turned, seeing Egwene's serene face.
"I suppose someone should ask for the greater consensus," Saerin said dryly. "But you've managed to hang yourselves quite efficiently with the lesser rope already."
Egwene stood. "I meant what I said about the Hall's choices being wise, and nobody has hanged herself. It is wise of the Hall to put me in charge of dealing with the Dragon Reborn—he will need a firm, familiar hand. You are also wise to see that the details of managing the army were demanding too much of my attention. You will want to choose someone among you to go through and approve all of General Bryne's supply requests and recruitment schemes. I assure you, there are a multitude of them.
"I am pleased that you have seen the need to aid the Amyrlin, though I am deeply displeased at the secretive nature of this meeting. Do not try to deny that it was done in secret, Romanda. I see you preparing to object. If you wish to speak, know that I will pin you by the Three Oaths into answering directly."
The Yellow bit off her comment.
"How can you not have learned the foolishness of acts like this?" Egwene said. "Is your memory so short?" She looked at the women in turn, and was satisfied by the number who winced.
It is time," Egwene said, "for a change to be made. I propose that there be no further meetings of this nature. I propose that it be written into Tower law that if any Sitter leaves the White Tower, her Ajah must appoint a surrogate to vote for her while absent. I propose that it be written into Tower law that no meeting of the Hall can be convened unless every Sitter or her surrogate either is present, or has sent word directly that she cannot attend. I propose that the Amyrlin must be informed—and given a reasonable amount of time to attend if she wishes—of every meeting of the Hall, save when she cannot be found or is indisposed in some way."
"Bold changes, Mother," Saerin said. "You propose altering traditions that have been established for centuries."
"Traditions that hitherto have been used only for treachery, backbiting and division," Egwene said. "It is time for this hole to be closed, Saerin. The last time it was used effectively, the Black Ajah manipulated us into casting down an Amyrlin, raising a fool in her place, and dividing the Tower. Are you aware that Kandor, Saldaea and Arafel are swarming with Shadowspawn?"
Several of the sisters gasped. Others nodded, including Lelaine. So the Blue network was still reliable. Good.
"The Last Battle is here," Egwene said. "I will not withdraw my proposal. Either you will stand now, or you will be known—through all time—as one of those who refused. At the dusk of an Age, can you not stand for openness and Light? Will you not—for all of our sakes—make it impossible for a meeting of the Hall to be called without your presence? To leave any out means the possibility that you will be left out."
The women were silent. One by one, those who were standing sat back down to prepare for the new vote.
"Who will stand for this motion?" Egwene asked.
They stood. Blessedly, they stood—one at a time, slowly, reluctantly. But they did it. Every one of them.
Egwene let out a deep breath. They might squabble and scheme, but they knew right when they saw it. They shared the same goals. If they disagreed, it was because they had different views on how to reach those goals. Sometimes it was hard to remember that.
Looking shaken by what they'd done, the Sitters allowed the meeting to break up. Outside, sisters had begun to gather, surprised to find the Hall meeting. Egwene nodded to Saerin and the others of her supporters and walked from the room, Silviana at her side.
"That was a victory," the Keeper said once they were alone. She sounded satisfied. "But you did still give up control of our armies."
"I had to," Egwene said. "They could have pulled command away from me at any time; this way, I got something in return."
"Authority over the Dragon Reborn?"
"Yes," Egwene said, "but I was referring more to closing that loophole in Tower law. So long as it was possible for the Hall to meet in relative secret, my authority—the authority of any Amyrlin—could be circumvented. Now, if they want to maneuver, they'll have to do it in front of my Silviana gave a rare smile. "I suspect that since something like today is the result of such maneuvering, Mother, they will be more hesitant in the
future"
"That's the idea," Egwene said. "Though I doubt Aes Sedai will ever stop trying to maneuver. They simply cannot be allowed to dice with the Last Battle or the Dragon Reborn."
Back at Egwene's study, Nicola and Nissa still waited. "You did well," Egwene told them. "Very well. In fact, I'm of a mind to give you more responsibility. Go to the Traveling ground, and go to Caemlyn—the Queen there will be expecting you. Return with the items she gives you."
"Yes, Mother," Nicola said, grinning. "What will she give us?"
"Ter'angreal" Egwene said. "Used for visiting the World of Dreams. I'm going to begin training you, and some others, in their use. Do not use them without my express permission, however. I will send some soldiers with you." That should be enough to keep the two in line.
The two Accepted curtsied and trotted away, excited. Silviana looked at Egwene. "You didn't swear them to silence. They are Accepted, and they will brag about being trained with the ter'angreal."
"I'm depending on it," Egwene said, walking to the study door.
Silviana raised an eyebrow.
"I don't intend to let the girls come to harm," Egwene said. "In fact, they'll be doing a lot less in Tel'aran'rhiod than they probably suspect from what I just said. Rosil has been lenient with me so far, but she'll never let me put Accepted in danger. This is just to start the proper rumors."
"What rumors?"
"Gawyn scared off the assassin," Egwene said. "There hasn't been a murder in days, and I suppose we should bless him for that. But the killer is still hiding, and I've glimpsed Black sisters watching me in Tel'aran'rhiod. If I can't catch them here, then I will catch them there. But first I need a way to trick them into thinking they know where to find us."
"So long as you intend them to find you, and not those girls," Silviana said, voice calm—but iron. She had been the Mistress of Novices.
Egwene found herself grimacing, thinking of the things that had been expected of her as an Accepted. Yes, Silviana was right. She would have to take care not to subject Nicola and Nissa to similar dangers. She had survived, and was stronger for it, but Accepted should not be put through such trials unless there was no other choice.
"I will take care," Egwene said. "I simply need them to spread the r
umor that I have a very important meeting coming up. If I lay the groundwork properly, our phantom won't be able to resist coming to listen in."
"Bold."
"Essential," Egwene said. She hesitated, hand on her door. "Speaking of Gawyn, have you found out where in the city he's run off to?"
"Actually, Mother, I had a note on this earlier today. It appears that well, he isn't in the city. One of the sisters delivering your messages to the Queen of Andor returned with news of seeing him there."
Egwene groaned, closing her eyes. That man will be the death of me. "Tell him to return. Infuriating though he is, I'm going to need him in the coming days."
"Yes, Mother," Silviana said, taking out a sheet of paper.
Egwene entered her study to continue her letters. Time was short. Time was so very, very short.
CHAPTER
28
Oddities
"What are you planning, husband?" Faile asked. They were back in their tent, following the parley with the Whitecloaks. Perrin's actions had surprised her—which was invigorating, yet also disturbing. He took off his coat. "I smell a strangeness on the wind, Faile. Something I've never smelled before." He hesitated, glancing at her. "There are no wolves."
"No wolves?"
"I can't sense any nearby," Perrin said, eyes distant. "There were some before. Now they're gone."
"You said that they don't like being close to people."
He pulled off his shirt, exposing a muscled chest covered in curling brown hair. "There were too few birds today, too few creatures in the underbrush. Light burn that sky. Is that causing this, or is it something else?" He sighed, sitting down on their sleeping pallet.
"You're going to go . . . there?" Faile asked.
"Something's wrong," he repeated. "I need to learn what I can before the trial. There might be answers in the wolf dream."
The trial. "Perrin, I don't like this idea." "You're angry about Maighdin."
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