Hours later, Elayne stepped from the pavilion, her mind spinning with details of tactics, supply needs and troop placements. When she blinked, she could see maps in her mind’s eye, covered with Gareth Bryne’s cramped notations.
The others from the meeting began trailing away to their separate camps to begin executing their battle plans. The dimming sky had required lanterns to be set up around the pavilion. She vaguely remembered both lunch and dinner being brought to the meeting. She’d eaten, hadn’t she? There had simply been so much to do.
She nodded to those rulers who passed her, giving farewells. Most of the initial planning details had been worked out. On the morrow, Elayne would take her troops to Andor and begin the first leg of the counterattack against the Shadow.
The ground here was now soft and springy with deep green grass. Rand’s influence lingered, though he had departed. As Elayne inspected those towering trees, Gareth Bryne stepped up beside her.
She turned, surprised he hadn’t left the pavilion already. The only ones still here now were the servants and Elayne’s guards. "Lord Bryne?" she asked.
"I just wanted to say that I’m proud", Bryne told her softly. "You did well in there".
"I had hardly anything to add".
"You added leadership", Bryne said. "You aren’t a general, Elayne, and nobody expects you to be one. But when Tenobia complained about Saldaea being left exposed, you were the one who diverted her back to what matters. Tensions are high, but you kept us together, smoothed over bad feelings, prevented us from snapping at one another. Good work, Your Majesty. Very good work".
She grinned. Light, but it was hard not to positively beam at his words. He wasn’t her father, but in many ways, he was as close to one as she had. "Thank you. And Bryne, the crown apologizes for—"
"Not a word of that", he said. "The Wheel weaves as it wills. I don’t blame Andor for what happened to me". He hesitated. "I’m still going to fight together with the White Tower, Elayne".
"I understand".
He bowed to her and strode off toward Egwene’s section of camp.
Birgitte stepped up to Elayne. "Back to our camp, then?" the woman asked.
"I . . ". Elayne hesitated, hearing something. A faint sound, yet somehow deep and powerful. She frowned, walking toward it, holding up a hand to still Birgitte as she started to ask what was happening.
The two of them rounded the pavilion, crossing green grass and blossoming morning’s breath, walking toward the sound, which grew stronger and stronger. A song. A beautiful song, unlike any she had ever heard, that made her tremble with its striking sonority.
It washed over her, enveloped her, vibrated through her. A joyful song, a song of awe and wonder, though she could not understand the words. She approached a group of towering creatures, like trees themselves, standing with their hands on the gnarled trunks of the trees Rand had grown, their eyes closed.
Three dozen Ogier of various ages, from those with eyebrows as white as new snow to those as young as Loial. He stood there with them, a smile raising the sides of his mouth as he sang.
Perrin, arms folded, stood nearby with his wife. "Your talk of going to the Asha’man had me thinking—if we need allies, what about the Ogier? I was going to see if I could find Loial, but before I could set out, I found them already here among these trees".
Elayne nodded, listening to the Ogier song reach its cli**x, then fade, the Ogier bowing their heads. For a moment, all was peaceful.
Finally, an ancient Ogier opened his eyes and turned toward Elayne. His white beard reached low on his chest, below the white mustaches that drooped on either side of his mouth. He stepped forward, other ancients both male and female joining him. With them came Loial.
"You are the Queen", the ancient Ogier said, bowing to her. "The one who leads this journey. I am Haman, son of Dal son of Morel. We have come to lend our axes to your fight".
"I am pleased", Elayne said, nodding to him. "Three dozen Ogier will add strength to our battle".
"Three dozen, young one?" Haman laughed a rumbling laugh. "The Great Stump did not meet, did not debate this long time, to send you three dozen of our numbers. The Ogier will fight alongside humans. All of us. Every one of us who can hold an axe or long knife".
"Wonderful!" Elayne said. "I will put you to good use".
An older Ogier woman shook her head. "So hasty. So quick. Know this, young one. There were some who would have abandoned you, and the world, to the Shadow".
Elayne blinked in shock. "You would have actually done it? Just . . . left us alone? To fight?"
"Some argued for it", Haman said.
"I myself took that position", the woman said. "I made the argument, though I did not truly believe it was right".
"What?" Loial asked, stumbling forward. This seemed news to him. "You didn’t?"
The woman looked to him. "Trees will not grow if the Dark One claims this world".
Loial looked surprised. "But why did you—"
"An argument must have opposition if it is to prove itself, my son", she said. "One who argues truly learns the depth of his commitment through adversity. Did you not learn that trees grow roots most strongly when winds blow through them?" She shook her head, though she did seem fond. "That is not to say you should have left the stedding when you did. Not alone. Fortunately, that has been taken care of".
"Taken care of?" Perrin asked.
Loial blushed. "Well, you see, Perrin, I am married now".
"You didn’t mention this earlier!"
"Everything has come so quickly. I am married to Erith, though, you see. She’s just over there. Did you hear her singing? Isn’t her song beautiful? Being married is not so bad, Perrin. Why didn’t you tell me it was not so bad? I think I am rather fond of it".
"I am pleased for you, Loial", Elayne cut in. Ogier could talk quite long on tangents if one was not careful. "And thankful, to all of you, for joining us".
"It is worth the price, perhaps", Haman said, "just to see these trees. In all my life, men have only cut Great Trees. To see someone growing them instead . . . We made the correct decision. Yes, yes, we did. The others will need to see this . . ".
Loial waved to Perrin, apparently wanting to catch up. "Allow me to borrow him for a moment, Loial", Elayne said, steering Perrin toward the center of the grove.
Faile and Birgitte joined her, and Loial waited behind. He seemed distracted by the mighty trees.
"I have a duty I want to assign you", Elayne said softly to Perrin. "Losing Caemlyn threatens to send our armies into a supply crisis. Despite complaints of food prices, we had been keeping everyone fed, as well as accumulating stores for the battle ahead. Those stores are now gone".
"What of Cairhien?" Perrin asked.
"It still has some food", Elayne said. "As do the White Tower and Tear. Baerlon has good supplies of metals and powder—I need to find what we can draw from the other nations, and discover their food situation. It will be a massive task to coordinate stores and rations for all the armies. I’d like one person in charge of it all".
"You were thinking of me?" Perrin said.
"Yes".
"I’m sorry", Perrin said. "Elayne, Rand needs me".
"Rand needs us all".
"He needs me more", Perrin said. "Min saw it, he said. Without me at the Last Battle, he’ll die. Besides, I have a few fights to finish".
"I’ll do it", Faile said.
Elayne turned toward her, frowning.
"It is my duty to manage the affairs of my husband’s army", Faile said. "You are his liege lady, Your Majesty, so your needs are his needs. If Andor is to command the Last Battle, then the Two Rivers will see it fed. Give me access to gateways large enough for wagons to drive through, give me troops to protect my movements, and give me access to the quartermaster records of anyone I want. I will see it done".
It was logical and rational, but not what Elayne needed. How far did she trust this woman? Faile had proven herself deft at politics. That was useful, but did she really consider herself part of Andor? Elayne studied the woman.
"There is nobody better you can trust with this task, Elayne", Perrin said. "Faile will see it done".
"Perrin", Elayne said. "There is a different matter involved in this. May we speak privately for a moment?"
"I’ll just tell her what it is when we're done, Your Majesty", Perrin said. "I don’t keep secrets from my wife".
Faile smiled.
Elayne eyed the two of them, then sighed softly. "Egwene came to me during our battle preparations. There is a certain . . . item of importance to the Last Battle that she needs to be delivered".
"The Horn of Valere", Perrin said. "You still have it, I hope".
"We do. In the Tower, hidden. We moved it from the strongroom none too quickly. Last night, that room was broken into. I know only because of certain wards we set. The Shadow knows we have the Horn, Perrin, and the Dark One’s minions are looking for it. They can’t use it; it’s tied to Mat until he dies. But if the Shadow’s minions can capture it, he can keep Mat from using it. Or, worse—kill him, then blow it themselves".
"You want to mask moving it", Faile said, "using the supply runs to hide where you’re taking it".
"We’d rather just give it to Mat straight out", Elayne said. "But he can be . . . difficult, sometimes. I had hoped he would be here at this meeting".
"He’s in Ebou Dar", Perrin said. "Doing something with the Seanchan.
"He told you?" Elayne asked.
"Not exactly", Perrin said, looking uncomfortable. "We . . . have some kind of connection. I sometimes see where he is and what he’s doing".
"That man", Elayne said, "is never where he needs to be".
"And yet", Perrin said, "he always arrives there eventually".
"The Seanchan are the enemy", Elayne said. "Mat doesn’t seem to understand that, considering what he’s done. Light, I hope that man isn’t putting himself in trouble somehow . . ".
"I will do this", Faile said. "I’ll care for the Horn of Valere. I’ll see it gets to Mat, guard it".
"No offense to either of you", Elayne said, "but I am hesitant to trust this to someone I don’t know well. That is why I came to you, Perrin".
"That’s going to be a problem, Elayne", Perrin said. "If they really are watching for the Horn, then they’ll expect you and Egwene to give it to someone you know well. Choose Faile. There is nobody I trust more than her, but she won’t be suspected, as she has no direct relationship with the White Tower".
Elayne nodded slowly. "Very well. I’ll send word to you on how it will be delivered. For now, begin running supplies to establish precedent. Too many people know about the Horn. After we give it to you, I will send five suspect envoys from the White Tower and seed the right rumors. We hope that the Shadow will assume the Horn is being carried by one of those envoys. I want it to be where nobody expects, at least until we can put it into Matrim’s hands".