13 Towers of Midnight by Robert Jordan

Author:Robert Jordan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Adventure
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

important meeting coming up. If I lay the groundwork properly, our phantom won't be able to resist

coming to listen in."

"Bold."

"Essential," Egwene said. She hesitated, hand on her door. "Speaking of Gawyn, have you found

out where in the city he's run off to?"

"Actually, Mother, I had a note on this earlier today. It appears that well, he isn't in the city. One

of the sisters delivering your messages to the Queen of Andor returned with news of seeing him

there."

Egwene groaned, closing her eyes. That man will be the death of me. "Tell him to return.

Infuriating though he is, I'm going to need him in the coming days."

"Yes, Mother," Silviana said, taking out a sheet of paper.

Egwene entered her study to continue her letters. Time was short. Time was so very, very short.

CHAPTER

28

Oddities

"What are you planning, husband?" Faile asked. They were back in their tent, following the parley

with the Whitecloaks. Perrin's actions had surprised her—which was invigorating, yet also

disturbing. He took off his coat. "I smell a strangeness on the wind, Faile. Something I've never

smelled before." He hesitated, glancing at her. "There are no wolves."

"No wolves?"

"I can't sense any nearby," Perrin said, eyes distant. "There were some before. Now they're gone."

"You said that they don't like being close to people."

He pulled off his shirt, exposing a muscled chest covered in curling brown hair. "There were too

few birds today, too few creatures in the underbrush. Light burn that sky. Is that causing this, or is it

something else?" He sighed, sitting down on their sleeping pallet.

"You're going to go . . . there?" Faile asked.

"Something's wrong," he repeated. "I need to learn what I can before the trial. There might be

answers in the wolf dream."

The trial. "Perrin, I don't like this idea." "You're angry about Maighdin."

"Of course I'm angry about Maighdin," she said. They'd been through Malden together, and she

hadn't told Faile that she was the Queen of bloody

Andor? It made Faile look like a fool—like a small-town braggart, extol-ling her skill with the

sword in front of a passing blademaster.

"She didn't know if she could trust us," Perrin said. "She was fleeing one of the Forsaken, it

seems. I'd have hidden myself, too."

Faile glared at him.

"Don't look at me like that," he said. "She didn't do it to make you look bad, Faile. She had her

reasons. Let it go."

That made her feel a little better; it was so nice that he would stand up for himself now. "Well, it

makes me wonder who Lini will turn out to be. Some Seanchan queen? Master Gill, the King of Arad

Doman in hiding?"

Perrin smiled. "I suspect they're her attendants. Gill is who he says he is, at least. Balwer is

probably having a fit for not having figured this out."

"I bet he did figure it out," Faile said, kneeling beside him. "Perrin, I meant what I said about this

trial. I'm worried."

"I won't let myself be taken," he said. "I only said I'd sit through a trial and give them a chance to

present evidence."

"Then what's the point?" Faile said.

"It gives me more time to think," he said, "and it might stop me from having to kill them.

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