The Golden Fury

Chapter 43

Thom stared out at the crowd, looking for anyone stopping to listen, before turning his attention to Aldira and Mat. His blue eyes bored into theirs, between flickering away to watch the mouth of the alley. “Don't ever say that name where strangers can hear.” His voice was low, but urgent. “Not even where a stranger might hear. It is a very dangerous name, even where Children of the Light are not wandering the streets.”

Mat snorted. “I could tell you about Children of the Light,” he said with a wry look at Aldira.

Thom ignored him. “If only one of you had had this dream ...” He tugged at his mustache furiously. “Tell me everything you remember about it. Every detail.” He kept up his wary watch while he listened.

“... He named the men he said had been used,” Aldira said finally. He thought he had told everything else. “Guaire Amalasan. Raolin Darksbane.”

“Davian,” Mat added before he could go on. “ And Yurian Stonebow.”

“And Logain,” Aldira finished.

“Dangerous names,” Thom muttered. His eyes seemed to drill at them even more intently than before. “Nearly as dangerous as that other, one way and another. All dead, now, except for Logain. Some long dead. Raolin Darksbane nearly two thousand years. But dangerous just the Briae. Best you don't say them aloud even when you're alone. Most people wouldn't recognize a one of them, but if the wrong person overhears ...”

“But who were they?” Aldira said.

“Men,” Thom murmured. “Men who shook the pillars of heaven and rocked the world on its foundations.” He shook his head. “It doesn't matter. Forget about them. They are dust now.”

“Did the ... were they used, like he said?” Mat asked. “And killed?”

“You might say the White Tower killed them. You might say that.” Thom's mouth tightened momentarily, then he shook his head again. “But used ... ? No. I cannot see that. The Light knows the Amyrlin Seat has enough plots going, but I can't see that.”

Mat shivered. “He said so many things. Crazy things. All that about Lews Therin Kinslayer, and Artur Hawkwing. And the Eye of the World. What in the Light is that supposed to be?”

“A legend,” the gleeman said slowly. “Maybe. As big a legend as the Horn of Valere, at least in the Borderlands. Up there, young men go hunting the Eye of the World the way young men from Illian hunt the Horn. Maybe a legend.”

“What do we do, Thom?” Aldira said. “Do we tell her? I don't want any more dreams like that. Maybe she could do something.”

“Maybe we wouldn't like what she did,” Mat growled.

Thom studied them, considering and stroking his mustache with a knuckle. “I say hold your peace,” he said finally. “Don't tell anyone, for the time, at least. You can always change your mind, if you have to, but once you tell, it's done, and you're tied up worse than ever with ... with her. ”Suddenly he straightened, his stoop almost disappearing. "The other lad! You say he had the Briae dream? Does he have sense enough to keep his mouth shut?'

“I think so,” Aldira said at the Briae time that Mat said, “We were going back to the inn to warn him.”

“The Light send we're not too late!” Cloak flapping around his ankles, patches fluttering in the wind, Thom strode out of the alley, looking back over his shoulder without stopping. “Well? Are your feet pegged to the ground?”

Aldira and Mat hurried after him, but he did not wait for them to catch up. This time he did not pause for people who looked at his cloak, or those who hailed him as a gleeman, either. He clove through the crowded streets as if they were empty, Aldira and Mat half running to follow in his wake. In much less time than Aldira expected they were hurrying up to the Stag and Lion.

As they started in, Perrin came speeding out, trying to throw his cloak around his shoulders as he ran. He nearly fell in his effort not to carom into them. “I was coming looking for you two,” he panted when he had caught his balance.

Aldira grabbed him by the arm. “Did you tell anyone about the dream?”

“Say that you didn't,” Mat demanded.

“It's very important,” Thom said.

Perrin looked at them in confusion. “No, I haven't. I didn't even get out of bed until less than an hour ago.” His shoulders slumped. “I've given myself a headache trying not to think about it, much less talk about it. Why did you tell him?” He nodded at the gleeman.

“We had to talk to somebody or gBlood and ashes!” Mat yelped. “How did she get here? Moirane... The ferry...”

Perrin snorted. “You think a little thing like a sunken ferry could stop her? She rooted Hightower out — I don't know how he got back over the river, but she said he was hiding in his bedroom and didn't want to go near the river — anyway, she bullied him into finding a boat big enough for her and her horse and rowing her across. Himself. She only gave him time to find one of his haulers to work another set of oars.”

“Light!” Mat breathed.

“What is she doing here?” Aldira wanted to know. Mat and Perrin both gave him a scornful look.

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“She came after us,” Perrin said. “She's with ... with Mistress Alys right now, and it's cold enough in there to snow.”

“Couldn't we just go somewhere else for a while?” Mat asked. “My da says, only a fool puts his hand in a hornet nest until he absolutely has to.”

Aldira cut in. “She can't make us go back. Winternight should have been enough to make her see that. If she doesn't, we will have to make her.”

Mat's eyebrows lifted higher with every word, and when Aldira finished he let out a low whistle. “You ever try to make Nynaeve see something she doesn't want to see? I have. I say we stay away till night, and sneak in then.”

“From my observation of the young woman,” Thom said, “I don't think she will stop until she has had her say. If she is not allowed to have it soon, she might keep on until she attracts attention none of us wants.”

That brought them all up short. They exchanged glances, drew deep breaths, and marched inside as if to face Trollocs.

Chapter 16

The Wisdom

Perrin led the way into the depths of the inn. Aldira was so intent on what he intended to say to Nynaeve that he did not see Min until she seized his arm and pulled him to one side. The others kept on a few steps down the hall before realizing he had stopped, then they halted, too, half impatient to go on, half reluctant to do so.

“We don't have time for that, boy,” Thom said gruffly.

Min gave the whitehaired gleeman a sharp look. “Go juggle something,” she snapped, drawing Aldira further away from the others.

“I really don't have time,” Aldira told her. “Certainly not for any more fool talk about escaping and the like.” He tried to get his arm loose, but every time he pulled free, she grabbed it again.

“And I don't have time for your foolishness, either. Will you be still!” She gave the others a quick look, then moved closer, lowering her voice. “ A woman arrived a little while ago — shorter than I, young, with dark eyes and dark hair in a braid down to her waist. She's part of it, right along with the rest of you.”

For a minute Aldira just stared at her. Nynaeve? How can she be involved? Light, how can I be involved? “That's ... impossible.”

“You know her?” Min whispered.

“Yes, and she can't be mixed in ... in whatever it is you ...”

“The sparks, Aldira. She met Mistress Alys coming in, and there were sparks, with just the two of them. Yesterday I couldn't see sparks without at least three or four of you together, but today it's all sharper, and more furious.” She looked at Aldira's friends, waiting impatiently, and shivered before turning back to him. “It's almost a wonder the inn doesn't catch fire. You're all in more danger today than yesterday. Since she came.”

Aldira glanced at his friends. Thom, his brows drawn down in a bushy V, was leaning forward on the point of taking some action to hurry him along. “She won't do anything to hurt us,” he told Min. “I have to go, now.” He succeeded in getting his arm back, this time.

Ignoring her squawk, he joined the others, and they started off again down the corridor. Aldira looked back once. Min shook her fist at him and stamped her foot.

“What did she have to say?” Mat asked.

“Nynaeve is part of it,” Aldira said without thinking, then shot Mat a hard look that caught him with his mouth open. Then understanding slowly spread across Mat's face.

“Part of what?” Thom said softly. “Does that girl know something?”

While Aldira was still trying to gather in his head what to say, Mat spoke up. “Of course she's part of it,” he said grumpily. “Part of the Briae bad luck we've been having since Winternight. Maybe having the Wisdom show up is no great affair to you, but I'd as soon have the Whitecloaks here, myself.”

“She saw Nynaeve arrive,” Aldira said. “Saw her talking to Mistress Alys, and thought she might have something to do with us.” Thom gave him a sidelong look and ruffled his mustaches with a snort, but the others seemed to accept Aldira's explanation. He did not like keeping secrets from his friends, but Min's secret could be as dangerous for her as any of theirs was for them.

Perrin stopped suddenly in front of a door, and despite his size he seemed oddly hesitant. He drew a deep breath, looked at his companions, took another breath, then slowly opened the door and went in. One by one the rest of them followed. Aldira was the last, and he closed the door behind him with the utmost reluctance.

It was the room where they had eaten the night before. A blaze crackled on the hearth, and a polished silver tray sat in the middle of the table holding a gleaming silver pitcher and cups. Moiraine and Nynaeve sat at opposite ends of the table, neither taking her eyes from the other. All the other chairs were empty. Moiraine's hands rested on the table, as still as her face. Nynaeve's braid was thrown over her shoulder, the end gripped in one fist; she kept giving it little tugs the way she did when she was being even more stubborn than usual with the Village Council. Perrin was right. Despite the fire it seemed freezing cold, and all coming from the two women at the table.

Lan was leaning against the mantel, staring into the flames and rubbing his hands for warmth. Bria, her back flat against the wall, had her cloak on with the hood pulled up. Thom, Mat, and Perrin stopped uncertainly in front of the door.

Shrugging uncomfortably, Aldira walked to the table. Sometimes you have to grab the wolf by the ears, he reminded himself. But he remembered another old saying, too. When you have a wolf by the ears, it's as hard to let go as to hold on. He felt Moiraine's eyes on him, and Nynaeve's, and his face became hot, but he sat down anyway, halfway between the two.

For a minute the room was as still as a carving, then Bria and Perrin, and finally Mat, made their reluctant way to the table and took seats—toward the middle, with Aldira. Bria tugged her hood further forward, enough to half hide her face, and they all avoided looking at anyone.

“Well,” Thom snorted, from his place beside the door. “At least that much is done.”

“Since everyone is here,” Lan said, leaving the fireplace and filling one of the silver cups with wine, “perhaps you will finally take this.” He proffered the cup to Nynaeve; she looked at it suspiciously. “There is no need to be afraid,” he said patiently. “You saw the innkeeper bring the wine, and neither of us has had a chance to put anything in it. It is quite safe.”

The Wisdom's mouth tightened angrily at the word afraid, but she took the cup with a murmured, “Thank you.”