“Perhaps,” Sorilea said. “But then I would not use this . . . True Power, as you name it. That would defeat the purpose of my disguise.”
“From what Aviendha has told us,” Cadsuane noted, “the woman did not have much of a choice. She had to escape quickly.”
Cadsuane and Sorilea met eyes, and each nodded in agreement. They would hunt this Forsaken, the two of them.
I won’t have you dying on me now, boy, Cadsuane thought, glancing over her shoulder toward where al’Thor, Nynaeve and Moiraine continued their work. Every channeler in the camp could feel that pulsing. At least, not until you’ve done what you need to do. Cadsuane had expected the Forsaken to be here. It was why she’d come to this battlefront.
Wind shook the tent, chil ing Cadsuane down deep. This place was awful, even when the battle slowed. The dread that hung here was like that of a funeral for a child. It stifled laughter, killed smiles. The Dark One watched. Light, but it would be good to leave this place.
Aviendha drank her tea. The woman stil looked haunted, although she had obviously lost allies in battle before.
“I left them to die,” she whispered.
“Phaw,” Cadsuane said to her. “You are not to blame for what one of the Forsaken did, child.”
“You don’t understand,” Aviendha said. “We were in a circle, and they tried to break free—I felt them—but I didn’t know what was happening. I held on to their Power, and so they couldn’t fight her. I left them helpless.”
“Well, from now on don’t leave those in your circle behind,” Cadsuane said briskly. “You could not have known what would happen.”
“If you suspect this one is nearby, Aviendha,” Sorilea said, “you wil send word to Cadsuane, me or Amys. There is no shame in admitting that another is too strong to face alone. We will defeat this woman together and protect the Car’a’carn”
“Very well,” Aviendha said. “But you will do the same for me. All of you.”
She waited. Cadsuane reluctantly agreed, as did Sorilea.
Faile crouched in a dark tent. The air had grown even colder, now that they were close to Thakan’dar. She ran her thumb along the hilt of her knife, breathing in slowly and evenly, then releasing the breath in the same manner. She stared at the tent flaps, unblinking.
She’d placed the Horn’s chest there with one corner sticking out into the night. She felt more alone here on the border of the Blasted Lands— surrounded by supposed al ies—than she had in the Shaido camp.
Two nights ago, she’d been cal ed out of her tent to inspect some odd tracks that had worried the men. They hadn’t lost anyone since drawing so close to the Blasted Lands—that part of the plan was working—but tensions were stil high. She’d been gone only a few minutes, but when she’d returned, the Horn’s chest in her tent had been moved just slightly.
Someone had tried to open it. Light. Fortunately, they hadn’t managed to break the lock, and the Horn had stil been there when she’d looked.
The traitor could be anyone. One of the Redarms, a wagon driver, a member of Cha Faile.
Faile had spent the past two nights being extra— even obviously—vigilant with the chest to frustrate the thief. Then, tonight, she’d complained of a headache and allowed Setalle to fix her some tea to help her sleep. She’d brought the tea back to her tent, had not taken a sip and now crouched, waiting.
The chest’s corner would be obvious, poking out into the night. Would they try again? As a precaution, she’d removed the Horn from the chest and taken it when she went out to answer the cal of nature. She’d hidden it there in a cubby of rock and, upon returning, had put Cha Faile on patrol duty for the night, away from her tent. They had not liked leaving her unguarded, but Faile had made it clear that she was worried about tensions among the men.
That would be enough. Light, let it be enough.
Hours passed with Faile crouched in that same position, ready to leap up and call the alarm the moment someone tried to enter her tent. Surely they would try again tonight, when she was supposedly ill.
Nothing. Her muscles ached, but she didn’t move. The thief could be out there, in the dark, waiting. Wondering if this was the right moment to strike, to grab the Horn and run off to his or her masters. It— A scream shattered the night.
Faile wavered. A distraction?
That scream, she thought, judging the direction. It came. . . from just west of here.
Near where she’d hidden the Horn. Faile cursed, making a snap decision. The chest was empty. If she took the bait and it real y was just a distraction, then she would not lose anything. If, on the other hand, the thief had anticipated her . . . She darted from the tent as others scrambled from bedrolls. Members of Cha Faile raced through the camp. The yel came again.
It was accompanied by a haunting screech, a type that had been fol owing them in the distance.
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