Faile tensed at his side. Perrin could hear his army moving behind him, men loosening swords in their sheaths, muttering. The word passed through them as a low hum. Lord Perrin, named guilty. They’re going to try to take him. We won’t let it happen, will we?

The bitter scents of fear and anger mixed in the pavilion, both sides glowering at one another. Above it all, Perrin could smell that wrongness to the air.

Can I continue to run? he thought. Hounded by that day? There were no coincidences with ta’veren. Why had the Pattern brought him here to confront these nightmares from his past?

“I will abide by it, Damodred,” Perrin said.

“What?” Faile gasped.

“But,” Perrin said, raising a finger, “only so long as you promise to delay execution of this punishment until after I have done my duty at the Last Battle.”

“You’ll accept judgment after the Last Battle?” Bornhald asked, sounding befuddled. “After what may be the end of the world itself? After you’ve had time to escape, perhaps betray us? What kind of promise is that?”

“The only kind I can make,” Perrin said. “I don’t know what the future will bring, or if we’ll reach it. But we’re fighting for survival. Maybe the world itself. Before that, all other concerns are secondary. This is the only way I can submit.”

“How do we know you’ll keep your word?” Galad asked. “My men name you Shadowspawn.”

“I came here, didn’t I?” Perrin asked.

“Because we had your people captive.”

“And would Shadowspawn give one hair’s worry about that?” Perrin asked.

Galad hesitated.

“I swear it,” Perrin said. “By the Light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth. By my love of Faile and on the name of my father. You’ll have your chance, Galad Damodred. If you and I both survive until the end of this, I’ll submit to your authority.”

Galad studied him, then nodded. “Very well.”

“No!” Byar cried. “This is foolishness!”

“We leave, Child Byar,” Galad said, walking to the side of the pavilion. “My decision has been made. Mother, will you attend me?”

“I’m sorry, Galad,” Morgase said. “But no. Aybara is making his way back to Andor, and I must go with him.”

“Very well.” Galad continued on.

“Wait,” Perrin called. “You didn’t tell me what my punishment will be, once I submit.”

“No,” Galad said, still walking. “I didn’t.”

Chapter 35

The Right Thing

“You understand what you are to do?” Egwene asked, walking toward her rooms in the White Tower.

Siuan nodded.

“If they do appear,” Egwene said, “you will not let yourself be drawn into a fight.”

“We’re not children, Mother,” Siuan said dryly.

“No, you’re Aes Sedai—nearly as bad at following directions.”

Siuan gave her a flat look, and Egwene regretted her words. They had been uncalled-for; she was on edge. She calmed herself.