"You needn’t understand", she said. "And you needn’t promise me you will agree. I felt I needed to give you warning, as one does not ambush a lover. My boon will require you to change your plans, perhaps in a drastic way, and it will be important".
"All right . . ".
She nodded, as mystifying as ever, and began gathering up her clothing to dress for the day.
Egwene strode around a frozen pillar of glass in her dream. It almost looked like a column of light. What did it mean? She could not interpret it.
The vision changed, and she found a sphere. The world, she knew somehow. Cracking. Frantic, she tied it with cords, striving to hold it together. She could keep it from breaking, but it took so much effort . . .
She faded from the dream and started awake. She embraced the Source immediately and wove a light. Where was she?
She was wearing a nightgown and lying in bed back in the White Tower. Not her own rooms, which were still in disrepair following the assassins’ attack. Her study had a small sleeping chamber, and she’d bedded down in that.
Her head pounded. She could vaguely remember growing bleary-eyed the night before, listening in her tent at the Field of Merrilor to reports of Caemlyn’s fall. At some point during the late hours of the night, Gawyn had insisted that Nynaeve make a gateway back to the White Tower so Egwene could sleep in a bed, rather than on a pallet on the ground.
She grumbled to herself, rising. He’d probably been right, though she could remember feeling distinctly annoyed at his tone. Nobody had corrected him on it, not even Nynaeve. She rubbed at her temples. The headache wasn’t as bad as those she’d had when Halima had been "caring" for her, but it did hurt mightily. Undoubtedly, her body was expressing displeasure at the lack of sleep she’d given it in recent weeks.
A short time later—dressed, washed and feeling a little better—she left her rooms to find Gawyn sitting at Silviana’s desk, looking over a report, ignoring a novice who was lingering near the doorway.
"She’d hang you out the window by your toes if she saw you doing that", Egwene said dryly.
Gawyn jumped. "It’s not a report from her stack", he protested. "It’s the latest news from my sister about Caemlyn. It came by gateway for you just a few minutes ago".
"And you’re reading it?"
He blushed. "Burn me, Egwene. It’s my home. It wasn’t sealed. I thought.. "
"It’s all right, Gawyn", she said with a sigh. "Let’s see what it says".
"There’s not much", he said with a grimace, handing it to her. At a nod from him the novice scurried away. A short time later, the girl came back with a tray of wizened bellfruit, bread and a pitcher of milk.
Egwene sat down at her desk in the study to eat, feeling guilty as the novice left. The bulk of the Tower’s Aes Sedai and soldiers camped in tents on the Field of Merrilor while she dined on fruit, no matter how old, and slept in a comfortable bed?
Still, Gawyn’s arguments had made sense. If everyone thought she was in her tent on the Field, then potential killers would strike there. After her near-death at the hands of the Seanchan assassins, she was willing to accept a few extra precautions. Particularly those that helped her get a good night’s sleep.
"That Seanchan woman", Egwene said, staring into her cup. "The one with the Illianer. Did you speak with her?"
He nodded. "I have some Tower guards watching the pair. Nynaeve vouched for them, in a way".
"In a way?"
"She called the woman several variations of wool-headed, but said she probably wouldn’t do you any intentional harm".
"Wonderful". Well, Egwene could make use of a Seanchan who was willing to talk. Light. What if she had to fight them and the Trollocs at the same time?
"You didn’t take your own advice", she said, noting Gawyn’s red eyes as he sat down in the chair in front of her desk.
"Someone had to watch the door", he said. "Calling for guards would have let everyone know that you were not at the Field".
She took a bite of her bread—what had it been made of?—and looked over the report. He was right, but she didn’t like the idea of him going without sleep on a day like this. The Warder bond would only help him so far.
"So the city is truly gone", she said. "Walls breached, palace seized. The Trollocs didn’t burn all of the city, I see. Much of it, but not all".
"Yes", Gawyn said. "But it is obvious that Caemlyn is lost". She felt his tension through the bond.
"I’m sorry".
"Many people escaped, but it’s hard to say what the city population was before the attack, with so many refugees. Hundreds of thousands are likely dead".