A Memory of Light

“You can trust Rand al’Thor with the world itself,” Mat said. “And if you can’t trust him, trust me. Hes our only choice. We don’t have time to take him back to Seanchan.

“I’ve been in the city long enough to have a little peek at your forces. If you’re going to fight the Last Battle and recapture your homeland, you’re going to need a stable base here in Altara. Take his offer. He just claimed this land. Well, make him secure your borders as they are and announce it to the others. They might listen. Take a little pressure off you. Unless, that is, you want to fight the Trol ocs, the nations of this land, and the rebels in Seanchan at the same time.”

Tuon blinked. “Our forces.”

“What?”

“You called them my forces,” she said. “They are our forces. You are one of us now, Matrim.”

“Wel , I guess I am at that. Listen, Tuon. You have to do this. Please.” She turned, looking at Rand, kneeling in the middle of a pattern of peach blossoms that seemed to have circled out from him. Not a one had fallen on him.

“What is your offer?” Tuon asked.

“Peace,” Rand said, standing, hand still out. “Peace for a hundred years. Longer, if I can make it so. I have persuaded the other rulers to sign a treaty and work together to fight the armies of the Shadow.”

“I would have my borders secured,” Tuon said.

“Altara and Amadicia shall be yours.”

“Tarabon and Almoth Plain as well,” Tuon said. “I hold them now. I will not be forced from them by your treaty. You wish peace? You will give me this.”

“Tarabon and half of Almoth Plain,” Rand said. “The half you already control.”

“I would have the al of the women this side of the Aryth Ocean who can channel as damane,” Tuon said.

“Do not strain your luck, Empress,” Rand said dryly. “I .. I will allow you to do what you will in Seanchan, but I will require you to relinquish any damane you have taken while in this land.”

“Then we have no agreement,” Tuon said.

Mat held his breath.

Rand hesitated, hand lowering. “The fate of the world itself could hang on this, Fortuona.

Please.”

“If it is that important,” she said firmly, “you can agree to my demand. Our property is our own. You wish a treaty? Then you wil get it with this clause: We keep the damane we already have. In exchange, I will allow you to leave in freedom.”

Rand grimaced. “You’re as bad as one of the Sea Folk.”



“I should hope I’m worse,” Tuon said, no emotion in her voice. “The world is your charge, Dragon, not mine. I care for my empire. I will greatly need those damane. Choose now. As I believe you said, your time is short.”

Rand’s expression darkened; then he thrust his hand outward. “Let it be done. Light be merciful, let it be done. I will carry this weight too. You may keep the damane you already have, but you shall not take any from among my allies while we fight the Last Battle. Taking any afterward who are not in your own land will be seen as breaking the treaty and attacking the other nations.”

Tuon stepped forward, then took Rand’s hand in her own. Mat let out his breath.

“I have documents for you to review and sign,” Rand said.

“Selucia will take them,” Tuon said. “Matrim, with me. We must prepare the Empire for war.”

Tuon walked away down the path, her step control ed, though Mat suspected that she wanted to be away from Rand as quickly as possible. He understood the sentiment.

He fol owed, but stopped beside Rand. “Seems you have a bit of the Dark One’s luck yourself,” he muttered to Rand. “I can’t believe that worked.”

“Honestly?” Rand said softly. “I can’t either. Thank you for the good word.”

“Sure,” Mat said. “By the way, I saved Moiraine. Chew on that as you try to decide which of the two of us is winning.”

Mat fol owed Tuon, and behind him rose the laughter of the Dragon Reborn.





CHAPTER


18


To Feel Wasted

Gawyn stood on a field near the area where the Aes Sedai had first fought the Trol ocs.

They’d come off the hil s, and had moved deeper onto the Kandor plain. They continued to stem the Trol oc advances, and they even managed to push back the enemy’s main forces a few hundred paces. Al in al , this battle was going better than could have been expected.

They’d fought here for a week on this open, unnamed Kandori field. This place had been churned and torn as if in preparation for planting. There were so many bodies here—almost all Shadowspawn—that even Trol oc appetites couldn’t consume them al .

Gawyn carried a sword in one hand, shield in the other, stationed in front of Egwene’s horse.