Aybara grunted. "You should get to the wounded," he said, hefting his hammer and looking toward where the fighting was still thick.
"I am well enough to fight if I have your mount."
"Well then, let's be on with it." Aybara eyed him. "I'll stay by you, though, just in case it looks like you might fall."
"Thank you."
"I'm fond of the horse."
Smiling, Galad joined him, and they waded back into the melee.
CHAPTER 42
Stronger than Blood
Knee again, Gawyn sat in the small, unadorned room of Egwene's quarters. He was exhausted, which wasn't surprising, considering what he'd been through, Healings included.
His attention was consumed by the new awareness inside of him. That wondetful blossoming in the back of his mind, that link to Egwene and her emotions. The connection was a wonder, and a comfort. Sensing her let him know she was alive.
Able to anticipate her approach, he stood up as the door opened. "Gawyn," she said as she stepped in, "you shouldn't be standing up in your condition. Please, sit."
"I'm fine," he said, but did as commanded.
She pulled over the other stool, sitting down in front of him. She was calm and serene, but he could sense that she was overwhelmed by events during the night. Servants were still dealing with the bloodstains and the bodies while Chubain was holding the entire Tower at alett, checking on each and every sistet. One other assassin had turned up. They'd lost two soldiets and a Warder killing her.
Yes, he could feel her emotional tempest behind that calm face. During the past few months, Gawyn had begun to think that maybe Aes Sedai learned not to feel anything at all. The bond gave him proof otherwise. Egwene did feel; she merely didn't let her emotions touch her features.
Looking at her face and feeling the storm inside, Gawyn was given for the first time another perspective on the Warder and Aes Sedai relationship. Warders weren't just bodyguards; they were the ones the only ones who saw the truth of what happened within the Aes Sedai. No matter how proficient the Aes Sedai became at hiding emotions, her Warder knew there was more than the mask.
"You found Mesaana?" he asked.
"Yes, though it took some time. She was impersonating an Aes Sedai named Danelle, of the Brown Ajah. We found her in her room, babbling like a child. She had already soiled herself. I'm not sure what we will do with her."
"Danelle. I didn't know her."
"She kept to herself," Egwene said. "Which is probably why Me
saana picked her."
They sat in silence for a few moments longer. "So," Egwene finally said, "how do you feel?"
"You know how I feel," Gawyn said honestly.
"It was simply a means of beginning the conversation."
He smiled. "I feel wonderful. Amazing. At peace. And concerned, and worried, anxious. Like you."
"Something must be done about the Seanchan."
"I agree. But that's not what is worrying you. You're bothered by how I disobeyed you, and yet you know it was the right thing to do."
"You didn't disobey," Egwene said. "I did tell you to return."
"The moratorium on guarding your room had not been lifted. I could have unhinged plans, caused a disturbance, and scared off the assassins."
"Yes," she said. Her emotions grew more troubled. "But instead, you saved my life."
"How did they get in?" Gawyn asked. "Shouldn't you have awakened when the maid tripped your alarms?"