A Memory Of Light: Wheel of Time Book 14 Read Online Free PDF

head
     was of varying lengths; he’dstopped shaving a portion of his head, now that she had freed him. She’d done that so they could marry, of course.
    It was well; the shaven head would have drawn attention here. He’d done quite well as
so’jhin
once certain… issues had been resolved. In the end, however, she had to admit that Bayle Domon was not meant to be
so’jhin
. He was too rough-cut, and no tide would ever soften those sharp edges. That was how she wanted him, though she’d never say
     so out loud.
    “It do be late, Leilwin,” he said. “Perhaps we should wait until morning.”
    No. There was a quiet to the camps, true, but it was not the quiet of slumber. It was the quiet of ships waiting for the right
     winds.
    She knew little of what was happening here—she hadn’t dared open her mouth in Tar Valon to ask questions, lest her accent
     reveal her as Seanchan. A gathering of this size did not occur without dedicated planning. She was surprised at the immensity
     of it; she’d heard of the meeting here, one that most of the Aes Sedai had come to attend. This exceeded anything she’d anticipated.
    She started across the field, and Bayle followed, both of them joining the group of Tar Valon servants they had been allowed
     to accompany, thanks to Bayle’s bribe. His methods did not please her, but she had been able to think of no other way. She
     tried not to think too much about his original contacts in Tar Valon. Well, if she was never to be on a ship again, then Bayle
     would find no more opportunities for smuggling. That was a small comfort.
    You’re a ship’s captain. That’s all you know, all you want. And now, Shipless.
She shivered, and clenched her hands into fists to keep from wrapping her arms around herself. To spend the rest of her days
     on these unchanging lands, never able to move at a pace brisker than what a horse could provide, never to smell the deep-sea
     air, never to point her prow toward a horizon, hoist anchor, set sail and simply…
    She shook herself. Find Nynaeve and Elayne. She might be Shipless, but she would not let herself slip into the depths and
     drown. She set her course and started walking. Bayle hunched down slightly, suspicious, and tried to watch all around them
     at once. He also glanced at her a few times, lips drawn to a line. She knew what that meant, by now.
    “What is it?” she asked.
    “Leilwin, what do we be doing here?”
    “I’ve told you. We need to find—”
    “Yes, but why? What do you think you will do? They do be Aes Sedai.”
    “They showed me respect before.”
    “And so you do think they’ll take us in?”
    “Perhaps.” She eyed him. “Speak it, Bayle. You have something on your mind.”
    He sighed. “Why do we need be taken in, Leilwin? We could find ourselves a ship somewhere, in Arad Doman. Where there do be
     no Aes Sedai
or
Seanchan.”
    “I wouldn’t run the kind of ship you prefer.”
    He regarded her flatly. “I do know how to run an honest business, Leilwin. It would no be—”
    She raised a hand, quieting him, then rested it on his shoulder. They stopped on the pathway. “I know, my love. I know. I’m
     speaking words to distract, to set us spinning in a current that goes nowhere.”
    “Why?”
    That single word scratched at her like a splinter under a fingernail. Why? Why
had
she come all this way, traveling with Matrim Cauthon, putting herself dangerously near the Daughter of the Nine Moons? “My
     people live with a grave misconception of the world, Bayle. In doing so, they create injustice.”
    “They did reject you, Leilwin,” he said softly. “You do no longer be one of them.”
    “I will
always
be one of them. My name was revoked, but not my blood.”
    “I do be sorry for the insult.”
    She nodded curtly. “I am still loyal to the Empress, may she live forever. But the
damane
… they are the very
foundation
for her rule. They are the means by which she creates order, by which she holds the Empire