A Memory of Light

“I should . . . should check on Bashere.”


“Very wise,” Birgitte said, waving for the guard to help Elayne back onto her horse. She hesitated, then. “You did wel here, Elayne. They know how you fought. It was good for them to see.”

They began a hurried trip through the back lines. Those were very shallow; most soldiers were committed to the fight. They needed to win before that second Trol oc army arrived, and that meant throwing everything they had at this force.

Still, Elayne was surprised at the depleted reserves, the small number that could be spared to rotate from the front and rest. How long had it been?

The clouds had enveloped the open sky that often accompanied her. That seemed a bad sign. “Curse those clouds,” she muttered. “What time of day is it?”

“Maybe two hours from sunset,” Birgitte said.

“Light! You should have made me return to camp hours ago, Birgitte!”

The woman glared at her, and Elayne vaguely remembered attempts to do just that. Well, no use arguing about it now. Elayne was recovering some of her strength, and forced herself to sit straight-backed on her horse as she was led to the small valley between hills near Cairhien where Bashere gave battle orders.

She rode right up to the command post, not trusting her legs to be able to support her walking, and remained in the saddle as she addressed Bashere. “Is it working?”

He looked up at her. “I assume I can’t count on you any longer on the front?”

“Too weak to channel for now. I’m sorry.”

“You lasted longer than you should have.” He made a notation on his maps. “Good thing. I half think you were the only thing that kept the eastern flank from col apsing. I’l need to send more support that direction.”

“Is it working,?”

“Go have a look,” Bashere said, nodding toward the hillside.

Elayne gritted her teeth, but nudged Moonshadow up to where she could find a vantage.

She lifted her looking glass with fingers that shook far more than she would have liked.

The Trol oc force had hit their bowed line of defenders. The natural result of this had been the infantry fal ing back, the bowl inverting as the Trol ocs pushed forward. This had let the Shadowspawn feel as if they were gaining the advantage, and had stopped them from realizing the truth.

As they pressed forward, the infantry line had wrapped up and surrounded the Trol oc sides.

She’d missed the most important moment, when Bashere had ordered the Aiel to attack.

Their quick sweep around to hit the Trol ocs from behind had worked as hoped.

Elayne’s forces had the Trollocs completely surrounded. An enormous circle of writhing Shadowspawn fought with her encircling force, pressing them together to constrict their movements and their ability to fight.

It was working. Light, it was. The Aiel beat against the back flanks of Trollocs, slaughtering them. The noose had been drawn.

Which of them was blowing those horns? Those were Trolloc horns.

Elayne searched through the Shadowspawn, but could not find the ones sounding the horns.

She did spot some dead Myrddraal near the Aiel ranks. One of Aludra’s dragons—attached to its cart and pulled by a pair of horses—was with the Band’s horsemen. They had been positioning the carts on different hil tops to fire down into the Trol ocs.

“Elayne . . Birgitte said.

“Oh, sorry,” Elayne said, lowering the looking glass and handing it to her Warder. “Have a look. It’s going wel .”

“Elayne!”

With a start, she realized how worried the Warder was. Elayne spun, following the woman’s gaze south, far beyond the city’s wal s. Those horns sounding . . . they’d been so soft, Elayne hadn’t realized they were coming from behind.

“Oh, no . . .” Elayne said, hastily raising her looking glass.

There, like black filth on the horizon, approached the second Trol oc army.

“Didn’t Bashere say they weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow?” Birgitte said. “At the earliest?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Elayne said. “One way or another, they’re here. We need to get ready to turn those dragons the other way! Send the order to Talmanes, and find Lord Tam al’Thor! I want the Two Rivers men armed and ready. Light! The crossbowmen too. We have to slow that second army, any way possible.”

Bashere, she thought. I have to tel Bashere.

She spun Moonshadow, moving so fast she became dizzy. She tried to embrace the Source, but it wouldn’t come. She was so tired, she had trouble gripping the reins.

Somehow, she made it down the hil without tailing off. Birgitte had left to convey her orders. Good woman. Elayne rode into camp to find an argument in progress.

“—won’t listen to this! ” Bashere yelled. “I will not stand by and be insulted in my own camp, man!”