It was time to return.
Slinging his coat on, he strode down the path toward the Palace. The opening serenades of various pond frogs cut short followed by splashes as he passed them and entered the building. It wasn't a long walk to his sister's rooms. She would be up; she had trouble sleeping lately. During the past few days, they had often enjoyed conversation and a cup of warm tea before bed. At her doors, however, he was stopped by Birgitte.
She gave him another glare. Yes, she did not like being forced to act as Captain-General in his stead. He could see that now. He felt a little awkward stepping up to her. The woman held up a hand. "Not tonight, princeling."
"I'm leaving for the White Tower," he said. "I'd like to say farewell."
He moved to step forward, but Birgitte held a hand against his chest, gently pushing him back. "You can leave in the morning."
He almost reached for his sword, but stopped himself. Light! There had been a time when he hadn't reacted that way to everything. He had become a fool. "Ask if she'll see me," he said politely. "Please."
"I have my orders," Birgitte said. "Besides, she couldn't talk to you. She's asleep."
"I'm sure she'd like to be awakened."
"It's not that kind of sleep," Birgitte said. She sighed. "It has to do with Aes Sedai matters. Go to bed. In the morning, your sister will probably have word from Egwene for you."
Gawyn frowned. How would . . .
The dreams, he realized. This is what the Aes Sedai meant, about Egwene training them to walk in their dreams. "So Egwene's sleeping as well?"
Birgitte eyed him. "Bloody ashes, I've probably said too much already. Off to your rooms."
Gawyn stepped away, but not to go to his rooms. He'll wait for a time of
weakness, he thought, remembering the sul'dam's words. And when he strikes, he'll leave such deso
lation as you wouldn't believe a single man could create . . . A time of weakness.
He dashed away from Elayne's rooms, sprinting through the palace hallways to the Traveling room that Elayne had set up. Blessedly, a Kinswoman was on duty here bleary-eyed, but waiting in case emergency messages needed to be sent. Gawyn didn't recognize the dark-haired woman, but she seemed to recognize him.
She yawned and opened a gateway at his request. He ran through and onto the Traveling ground of the White Tower. The gateway vanished right behind him. Gawyn started, spinning with a curse. That had nearly closed right on him! Why had the Kinswoman let it vanish so abruptly, and so dangerously? A split second sooner, and it would have taken his foot off, or worse.
There was no time. He turned and continued running.
Egwene, Leane and the Wise Ones appeared in a room at the base of the Tower, where a group of anxious women waited. This was a guard post that Egwene had stipulated as a fallback position. "Report!" Egwene demanded.
"Shevan and Carlinya are dead, Mother," Saerin said grimly. The brusque Brown was panting.
Egwene cursed. "What happened?"
"We were in the middle of our ploy, having a discussion about a fake plot to bring peace to Arad Doman, as you'd ordered. And then . . ."
"Fire," Morvrin said, shivering. "Blasting through the walls. Women channeling, several with incredible Power. I saw Alviarin there. Others, too."
"Nynaeve is still up there," Brendas added.
"Stubborn woman," Egwene said, looking at the three Wise Ones. They nodded. "Send Brendas out," she said, pointing at the cool-eyed White. "When you wake, go and wake the others here so they will be out of danger. Leave Nynaeve, Siuan, Leane and myself."
"Yes, Mother," Brendas said.
Amys did something that made her form fade away. "The rest of you," Egwene said, "go someplace safe. Away from the city."
"Very well, Mother," Saerin said. She stayed in place, however. "What?" Egwene said.
"I . . ." Saerin frowned. "I can't go. Something is odd."
"Nonsense," Bair snapped. "It-"