The Gathering Storm - By Robert Jordan & Brandon Sanderson Page 0,355

with them again. She was separate, and always would be.

A determined figure in blue made her way through the tents and approached Egwene. The dignified woman curtsied appropriately, though since they were walking so quickly, Egwene didn’t stop to let her kiss the Great Serpent ring. “Mother,” Lelaine said, “Bryne sends word that all is at ready for the assault. He says that the western bridges would be the ideal point of attack, though he suggests that gateways be employed to send a flanking force of his men behind the White Tower lines. He asks if this would be possible.”

It wasn’t using the Power as a weapon, but it was close. A fine distinction. But being Aes Sedai was about fine distinctions. “Tell him I will make the gateway myself,” she said.

“Excellent, Mother,” Lelaine said, bowing her head, the perfect, loyal attendant. It was remarkable, how quickly the woman’s bearing toward Egwene had changed. She must have realized that her only choice was to attach herself to Egwene completely and give up on her attempts to secure power. This way, she didn’t look like a hypocrite and would perhaps gain position through Egwene. Assuming Egwene was able to stabilize herself as a powerful Amyrlin.

It was a good assumption.

Lelaine must have been frustrated by Romanda’s change of temperament. The Yellow waited beside the road ahead, as if on cue. She wore a dress after the color of her Ajah, hair back in a stately bun. She curtsied as Egwene reached her and barely spared a glance for Lelaine before falling into position on Egwene’s right, away from Lelaine. “Mother,” Romanda said, “I have made the inquires you requested. There has been no contact with those sent to the Black Tower. Not a whisper.”

“Does this strike you as odd?” Egwene asked.

“Yes, Mother. With Traveling they should have been there and back by now. They should have at least sent word. This silence is disturbing.”

Disturbing indeed. Even worse, that delegation contained Nisao, Myrelle, Faolain and Theodrin. Each of the women had sworn fealty to Egwene. An unsettling coincidence. The departure of Faolain and Theodrin was particularly suspicious. Supposedly, they had gone because they had no Warders, but the sisters in the camp didn’t consider those two full Aes Sedai—though nobody would dare say such to Egwene directly.

Why had those four, out of the hundreds of Aes Sedai in the camp, been placed in the delegation? Was it mere coincidence? It stretched plausibility. But what did it mean, then? Had someone intentionally sent away those loyal to Egwene? If so, why not send Siuan? Was this perhaps Sheriam’s work? The woman had confessed to several things before her execution, but this hadn’t been one of them.

Either way, something was happening with those Asha’man. The Black Tower would need to be dealt with.

“Mother,” Lelaine said, drawing her attention back. The Blue didn’t glance at her rival. “I have other news.”

Romanda sniffed quietly.

“Speak,” Egwene said.

“Sheriam wasn’t lying,” Lelaine said. “The ter’angreal used for dreams are gone. All of them.”

“How is this possible?” Egwene demanded, letting a hint of her anger slip out.

“Sheriam was Keeper, Mother,” Lelaine said quickly. “We kept the ter’angreal together, as is custom in the White Tower, under guard. But . . . well, what reason would those guards have had to turn Sheriam away?”

“And what do you suppose she was planning to tell us?” Egwene asked. “This theft could not have been kept hidden for long.”

“I don’t know, Mother,” Lelaine said, shaking her head. “The guards said that Sheriam seemed . . . flustered . . . when she took the ter’angreal. This was just last night.”

Egwene clenched her teeth, thinking of Sheriam’s final spilled confessions. The theft of the ter’angreal had been far from the most shocking tidbit she’d mentioned. Elayne would be livid; she had made all of the copies that were stolen. While none of her copies worked as well as the original, they worked well enough. She would not be happy that they were in the hands of a Forsaken.

“Mother,” Lelaine said, more softly. “What of Sheriam’s . . . other claim?”

“That one of the Forsaken is in the White Tower, impersonating an Aes Sedai?” Egwene said. Sheriam claimed she’d given the ter’angreal to this . . . person.

Lelaine and Romanda walked silently, both staring forward, as if speculation were too daunting.

“Yes, I suspect that she is right,” Egwene said. “They infiltrated not only our camp, but the aristocracies of Andor, Illian and Tear. Why not the White