The Gathering Storm

her feet.

The White barely frowned at Egwene's improper response. They were all growing accustomed to the fact that this 'novice' seldom acted her presumed station. 'I asked,' Ferane said coolly, 'what you would have done in the Amyrlin's place. Consider this part of your instruction. You know that the Dragon has been reborn and you know that the Tower must control him in order for the Last Battle to proceed. How would you handle him?'

A curious question. It didn't sound much like 'instruction.' But Ferane's tone didn't make it sound like an offer to complain about Elaida either. There was too much contempt for Egwene in that voice.

The other two Whites remained quiet. Ferane was a Sitter, and they deferred to her.

She's heard how often I mention Elaida's failure with Rand, Egwene thought, looking into Ferane's steely black eyes. So. A test, is it? This would have to be handled very carefully.

Egwene reached for another walnut. 'First, I would send a group of sisters to his home village.'

Ferane raised an eyebrow. 'To intimidate his family?'

'Of course not,' Egwene said. 'To interrogate them. Who is this Dragon Reborn? Is he a man of temper, a man of passions? Or is he a calm man, careful and cautious? Was he the type to spend time alone in the fields, or did he make quick friends of the other youths? Would you be more likely to find him in a tavern or a workshop?'

'But you already know him,' Tesan piped in.

'I do,' Egwene said, cracking the walnut. 'But we were speaking of a hypothetical situation.' Best you remember that in the real world, I know the Dragon Reborn personally. As nobody else in this Tower does.

'Let us assume that you are you,' Ferane said. 'And that he is Rand al'Thor, your childhood friend.'

'Very well.'

'Tell me,' Ferane said, leaning forward. 'Of the types of men you listed just before, which best fits this Rand al'Thor?'

Egwene hesitated. 'All of them,' she said, dropping a fragmented walnut into a small bowl with others. Miyasi wouldn't touch it, but the other two weren't so picky. 'If I were me and the Dragon were Rand, I'd know him to be a rational person, for a man—if somewhat bullheaded at times. Well, most of the time. More importantly, I'd know him to be a good man at heart. And so, my next step would be to send sisters to him to offer guidance.'

'And if he rejected them?' Ferane asked.

'Then I'd send spies,' Egwene said, 'and watch to see if he has changed from the man I once knew.'

'And while you waited and spied, he would terrorize the countryside, wreaking havoc and bringing armies to his banner.'

'And is that not what we want him to do?' Egwene asked. 'I don't believe he could have been prevented from taking Callandor, should we have wanted him to be. He has managed to restore order to Cairhien, unite Tear and Illian beneath one ruler, and presumably has gained the favor of Andor as well.'

'Not to mention subjugating those Aiel,' Miyasi said, reaching for a handful of nuts.

Egwene caught her with a sharp gaze. 'Nobody subjugates the Aiel. Rand gained their respect. I was with him at the time.'

Miyasi froze, hand partway to the bowl of nutmeats. She shook herself, breaking Egwene's gaze, grabbing the bowl and retreating back to her chair. A cool breeze blew across the balcony, rustling the vines, which Ferane had complained were not greening this spring like they should. Egwene returned to shelling walnuts.

'It seems,' Ferane said, 'that you would simply let him sow chaos as he saw fit.'

'Rand al'Thor is like a river,' Egwene said. 'Calm and placid when not agitated, but a furious and deadly current when squeezed too tightly. What Elaida did to him was the equivalent of trying to force the Manetherendrelle through a canyon only two feet wide. Waiting to discover a man's temperament is not foolish, nor is it a sign of weakness. Acting without information is lunacy, and the White Tower deserved the tempest it riled up.'

'Perhaps,' Ferane said. 'But you have still not told me how you would deal with the situation, once your information was collected and the time for waiting had passed.' Ferane was known for her temper, but at the moment her voice held the coldness common among Whites. It was the coldness of one who spoke without emotion, thinking about logic without tolerating outside influences.

It was not the best way to approach problems. People were much more complex than a set of rules or numbers. There was a time for logic, true, but there was also a time for emotion.

Rand was a problem she hadn't allowed herself to dwell on—she needed to deal with one problem at a time. But there was also much to be said for planning ahead. If she didn't consider how to deal with the Dragon Reborn, she'd eventually find herself in as bad a situation as Elaida.

He had changed from the man she had known. And yet the seeds of personality within him must be the same. She'd seen his rage during their months traveling together into the Aiel Waste. That hadn't often come out during his childhood, but she could see now that it must have been lurking. It wasn't that he had suddenly developed a temper; it was simply that nothing in the Two Rivers had upset him.

During the months she'd traveled with him, he'd seemed to harden with each step. He was under extraordinary pressures. How did one deal with such a man? She frankly had no idea.

But this conversation wasn't about what to do with Rand, not really. It was about Ferane trying to determine what kind of woman Egwene was.

'Rand al'Thor sees himself as an emperor,' Egwene said. 'And I suppose he is one, now. He will react poorly if he thinks he is being pushed or shoved in any particular direction. If I were to deal with him, I would send a delegation to honor him.'

'A lavish procession?' Ferane asked.

'No,' Egwene said. 'But not a threadbare one either. A group of three Aes Sedai, led by a Gray, accompanied by a Green and a Blue. He views the Blue favorably because of past associations, and Greens are often perceived as the opposites to Reds, a subtle indication that we are willing to work with him rather than gentle him. A Gray because it would be expected, but also because if a Gray is sent, then it means negotiations, not armies, will follow.'

'Good logic,' Tesan said, nodding.

Ferane was not so easily convinced. 'Delegations like this one have failed in the past. I believe that Elaida's own delegation was led by a Gray.'

'Yes, but Elaida's delegation was fundamentally flawed,' Egwene said.

'And why is that?'

'Why, because it was sent by a Red, of course,' Egwene said, cracking a nut. 'I have trouble seeing the logic in raising a member of the Red Ajah to Amyrlin during the days of the Dragon Reborn. Doesn't that seem destined to create animosity between him and the Tower?'

'One might say,' Ferane countered, 'that a Red is needed during these troubled times, for the Red are the most experienced at dealing with men who can channel.'

' 'Dealing' with is different from 'working' with,' Egwene said. 'The Dragon Reborn should not have been left to run free, but since when has the White Tower been in the business of kidnapping and forcing people to our will? Are we not known as the most subtle and careful of all people? Do we not pride ourselves on being able to make others do as they should, all the while letting them think it was their idea? When in the past have we locked kings in boxes and beaten them for disobedience? Why now— of all the times under the Light—have we forsaken our fine practice and become simple footpads instead?'

Ferane selected a walnut. The other two Whites were sharing an unsettled look. 'There is sense in what you say,' the Sitter finally admitted.

Egwene set aside the nutcracker. 'Rand al'Thor is a good man, in his heart, but he needs guidance. These days are when we should have been at our most subtle. He should have been led to trust Aes Sedai above all others, to rely on our counsel. He should have been shown the wisdom in listening. Instead, he has been shown that we will treat him like an unruly child. If he is one, he cannot be allowed to think we regard him in such a way. Because of our bungling, he has taken some Aes Sedai captive, and has allowed still others to be bonded to those Asha'man of his.'