“You’re never going to forget that, are you?” Elayne asked.

“What?” he asked.

“You were thinking of the time you slipped into the pond during Mother’s meeting with House Farah.”

“Slipped? You pushed me!”

“I did nothing of the sort,” Elayne said primly. “You were showing off, balancing on the posts.”

“And you shook the dock.”

“I stepped onto it,” Elayne said. “Forcefully. I’m a vigorous person. I have a forceful stride.”

“A forceful—That’s a downright lie!”

“No, I’m merely stating the truth creatively. I’m Aes Sedai now. It’s a talent of ours. Now, are you going to row me on the pond, or not?”

“I…Row you? When did that come up?”

“Just now. Weren’t you listening?”

Gawyn shook a bemused head. “Fine.” Behind them, several Guardswomen took up posts. They were always near, often led by the tall woman who fancied herself an image of Birgitte from the stories. And maybe she did look like Birgitte at that—she went by the name, anyway, and was serving as Captain-General.

The Guards were joined by a growing group of attendants and messengers. The Last Battle approached, and Andor prepared—and, unfortunately, many of those preparations required Elayne’s direct attention. Though Gawyn had heard a curious story of Elayne having been carried up on the city wall in her bed a week or so back. So far, he hadn’t been able to pin her down on whether that was true or not.

He waved to Birgitte, who gave him a scowl as he led Elayne to the pond’s small rowboat. “I promise not to dump her in,” Gawyn called. Then, under his breath, “Though I might row ‘forcefully’ and upend us.”

“Oh, hush,” Elayne said, settling down. “Pondwater wouldn’t be good for the babies.”

“Speaking of which,” Gawyn said, pushing the boat off with his toe, then stepping into it. The vessel shook precariously until he sat down. “Aren’t you supposed to be walking for your ‘constitution’?”

“I’ll tell Melfane I needed to take the opportunity to reform my miscreant brother. You can get away with all kinds of things if you’re giving someone a proper scolding.”

“And is that what I’m getting? A scolding?”

“Not necessarily.” Her voice was somber. Gawyn shipped the oars and slipped them into the water. The pond wasn’t large, barely big enough to justify a boat, but there was a serenity about being upon the water, amid the pond-runners and the butterflies.

“Gawyn,” Elayne said, “why have you come to Caemlyn?”

“It’s my home,” he said. “Why shouldn’t I come here?”

“I worried about you during the siege. I could have used you in the fighting. But you stayed away.”

“I explained that, Elayne! I was embroiled in White Tower politics, not to mention the winter snows. It burns me that I couldn’t help, but those women had their fingers on me.”

“I’m one of ‘those women’ myself, you know.” She held up her hand, Great Serpent ring encircling her finger.

“You’re different,” Gawyn said. “Anyway, you’re right. I should have been here. I don’t know what other apologies you expect me to make, though.”