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Dedication: To… Da-da-daaar… Mahine…. Obviously they somehow managed to convince me not to kill Gawyn off. Grrr….
Reviews replies from chapter 13:
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Mahine: LOL, OK, I won't kill him off. We shall see where is relationship with Egwene goes though…
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Lan nodded to his wife and entered the wagon first, it could do no harm to be cautious. Nynaeve frowned at her husbands back and became entering once Valan had begun dispersing the crowd with a few jokes and laughs about old friends before turning to climb in. A message? Luca could not know she was Aes Sedai, unless he knew exactly what Lan was. I could somehow be from Birgitte? No, she is completely dead now, only in the world of dreams can I contact her. Who then? Who?
The inside of the wagon wasn't quite as garish as the exterior but it certainly wasn't lacking in colour and patterns, multi-coloured throws littered the furniture and flower filled jars rested in corners. Nynaeve broke the silence first, "I have been told you are married now Master Luca?" The man himself just grunted and nodded before barking a laugh. "Lan I once proposed to your charming wife, light, tell me is her name actually Nana? Is she one of your witches or just someone you picked up on a street corner." The couple were frozen with shock, however loud and harassing the show master had previously been, he had never resorted to calling her a whore. Weaving the flows of air deft and smoothly, Luca was soon hanging by his heels from the roof of the wagon. "I am who I am, as is my wife, you will remember that I hope?"
A purple faced Luca spluttered and growled like a trapped animal but agreed all the same. "I shall be all milk and honey, not a harsh word against any one. You least of all my Lady Mandragoran." It was Lans turn to grunt as Nynaeve plied her second question, "You spoke of a message? I would be glad to hear of it." Here Luca to the opportunity to be impertinent again, "Once you tell me your real name My Lady. To everyone here you will be Nana and erm... Blaedon, but it is only fair…" Nynaeve heard Lans sword gently being removed from the scabbard and released the power, "My name is el'Nynaeve Mandragoran, Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah. And that is all you need to know. Lan is my warder as well as my husband and is quite willing to make sure you attempt to learn no more.
Luca flicked his eyes back towards the man in the corner, he not only had his sword out now but he appeared to be polishing it. The couple knew it need neither polishing nor sharpening, but it was a tactic often used to underline a very real threat. Luca nodded stiffly, pale of face and clammy now he muttered, "Nynaeve, yes the right name, of course, she always knows… always." Lan had his sword at Lucas throat before another word cold be spoken, "the message?"
A scrap of paper was passed to the uncrowned king, whom he in turn passed to Nynaeve; the paper was a faint grey in appearance and felt dirty to the touch. The deep red ink appeared almost like blood, Nana was scratched in a fluid and smooth hand into the paper, the blood red seal impressed with a spider. "Who…" she licked her lips and spoke again, "who gave you this?" Luca shook his head, "Aes Sedai aren't the only ones bound by oaths Nynaeve." Lans sword was back at the man's throat in the blink of an eye. "We all have secrets. Let me keep mine. Please Lan?" The uncrowned king nodded and gestured towards the wagons door. "Leave us." Facing his wife Lan raised an eyebrow to see that his wife had opened the letter, "I must speak with my husband, do not try to listen in, I will be warding the conversation. Go!" The large man virtually threw himself out of his own door trying to leave as quickly as possible. Lans eyes followed the paper as it fell to the floor, the red writing the same smooth hand as on the cover.
I know who you are.
I know what you are.
I know where you are.
I know your secret.
"Moghedien." Lan had his wife enveloped in his strong arms before Nynaeve realised she was falling; tears were wet on her face and sorrow shone from her eyes. "How can she know? Of all people why her? Even Egwene doesn't know!" Lan appeared to be struggling with asking the question when he picked her up and put her on Lucas chair, Nynaeve knew he would ask and knew she would have o tell him… "I wanted to tell you at a better time, I only found out a few days ago, and I hope Siuan confirms it tonight. Lan, I'm pregnant."
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Lans world rocked, his own feet almost fell from under him as he heard the news. But once he was stead on his feet again he kissed her, drawing her back onto her own feet before she was drawn off the floor, love was sent pure and clean across the bond and was mirrored in his own, Light, I'm going to be a father! "You are not the last of Malkier, our child will carry Malkier in their blood. Malkier isn't dead; the land may crumble and fall to the blight but its people live on. Malkier has a future; we have a future Lan. A family. Together." She kissed him again before he laughed and placed a hand on her stomach, "Our child." His smile was mirrored in his words as he spoke. "You shall be treated like a Queen everyday, my Heart. I am determined to protect you now, without you my life would be nothing." As they joined in another kiss a faint coughing appeared at the still open door.
Mats grinning face caused even Lan to laugh, "Sorry to break up the fun, but Birgitte sent me to see you…er…Nana?" He eyes Valan uneasily, the man had obviously led Mat to the wagon and decided he was going to reclaim it. "Luca knows about me Mat. While just he is around you may call me Nynaeve. Though we must make sure our friend here doesn't get up to anything. You have all your men with you?" Mat shook his head and took a seat on the bed. "I am no fool Nynaeve. Despite what you may think of my intelligence." Lan could see now, that close-up Mat looked gaunt and pale, like back when the dagger of Shadar Logoth still affected him.
Nynaeve obviously saw it too because within seconds she was standing in front of him with her hand one the boys forehead. He is no longer a boy; he stopped being a boy long ago. Rand and Perrin too, they had transformed since they had left Edmonds field. All twisted and warped to fit in the pattern. Perrin's eyes and his running with wolves, Mat and the Dagger and those memories he kept hidden. What did he remember, and more importantly, how? Rand - The third boy to leave the two rivers with Moiraine, Egwene and himself. Rand is changed without recognition; even Tam al'Thor would have problems remembering the stuttering sheepherder who was afraid to leave, pursued by dreams and dark friends both. What had we come too to use boys like that?
"You are well Mat. But it is a trouble of the spirit that ails you." Mat muttered something about being able to have told Nynaeve that himself before Lan coughed. General or not, he will treat Nynaeve with respect. Mat grinned cheekily and eyed Lan up and down. "Good to see your keeping well Lan, you and Nynaeve both." Signalling for Luca to leave Mat shut the door behind him. Through the bond Lan could feel Nynaeve grasp the source and expected she was weaving a ward. He was even more surprised when she kept the source and placed her hand on Mat again, a few moments later she was done but Lan still wanted to give her some sharp words. I will do whatever I can to protect the two of them.
"Nynaeve, my heart, should you be doing that? If it is only a wound to the spirit it will heal quickly, In your condition I will not tolerate any unnecessary risks." Nynaeve only raised an eyebrow. She may command in public but I can still offer suggestions that he would strongly advise. He could feel her reaction through the bond and knew that she knew what he felt.
Mat gawped at the pair, "Nynaeve? Are you ill? Please, sit down, and there was no need to do that; I will constantly wear my medallion in future if you will try. Please make yourself comfortable, can I do anything?" The couple obviously surprised him when Nynaeve laughed and Lan chuckled, "Do not worry Mat, I'm perfectly well. Though my husband is determined to cover me in cotton wool and keep me safe." At Mats blankly confusedly look she elaborated. "I pregnant, you fool!"
Mat grinned like a child again and congratulated them; he seemed his old self before they all calmed down and silence resumed, "You are very lucky, the two of you. I wish I could only see Tuon, as it is I know not how she is, or even whether she is still alive. You are lucky you can protect your wife Lan, I wish I could do the same for mine." Lan felt a strong wave of compassion for the man; his wife was the empress of Seanchan, she couldn't return to this side of the world and her husband was bound to stay here. Stay here to help Rand. Nynaeve must have felt something through the bond as she smiled to her husband and left, off to talk with Valan Luca presumably. Lan then said five words he knew would make mat get up and moving, "Lets go for a drink."
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Nynaeve walked towards the edge of the copse near the edge of the show, weaving a gateway she pondered on what Elayne had said about pregnancy, soon it will become difficult to channel and I will reply on Lan much more. Pressing a hand to her stomach once more she prayed for Siuan to affirm her conclusion of pregnancy, the gateway came to a small wood just outside Illian, Siuan already stood waiting, with a small bundle clasped between her arms, the former Amyrlin didn't look as composed as normal whilst making fish-faces at the bundle.
Nynaeve laughed at the sight and the noise made whatever was in the bundle start to cry, it's a babe! "Siuan turned and gave a small smile, "She's Elayne's daughter, Irisis." Nynaeve didn't even feel her feet move until she was playing with the child's small hands. "Nynaeve, we need you to take her…. Elayne… she was captured…. Moghedien." Siuan looked pained, there was little Nynaeve could do but nod.
"Of course Lan and I will take her, but you must realise what danger she will be in with us, and I admit I do have a request of my own." Siuan looked relieved and quickly began to explain her reasoning, "Well, you are the only person who ever really beat Moghedien, so she should be safer with… you have a request for me?" Nynaeve frowned inwardly, if she should ask Siuan to check the she would know that Nynaeve's grasp on the power would begin to fail soon, and would have to find a new home for Irisis. The choice. But Nynaeve needed to know; perhaps she could stay with them anyway.
"I may be pregnant," Siuan's reaction was far more restrained than she expected. "And you want me to make sure? You know if you are then I will have to find Irisis a new home after a few months." Nynaeve nodded sadly, smiling down at the babe. We could always go somewhere well protected, with people would take Lan and me. Like Shienar or even the camps in Malkier that are repairing the seven towers. Lan would like that." Siuan just nodded and quickly wove the weave, air and water wove into earth and fire all spun deftly around a net of spirit.
Nynaeve felt a cold as the weave swept its way across her body, Siuan's face gave no clues, so when she spoke slowly and deliberately Nynaeve feared the worst. "Do you… do you want to know the gender?" Nynaeve jumped and hugged Siuan tightly, whilst in-between them the small girl child wriggled and waved her arms as if in her own expression of joy.
"Well? Is it a he or a she? I know Lan would love either but there is always the expectation of a son, we can always have more children and I know he and I both would dote on a daughter. For the love of the light tell me!" Nynaeve was well aware she was babbling but was to excited to stop herself, and Siuan laughed as the woman in front of her bounced up and down with abject glee plastered across her face. "It is a boy, Nynaeve. A son. Congratulations." Nynaeve's mouth worked but no sound came out, wrapping her arms around her middle she felt tears across her cheeks. A while later she felt Siuan embrace the source and leave, the girl child was placed in the arms of the expecting mother and Nynaeve felt helpless. Murmuring to herself she rose to begin her own gateway. "Malkier and Andor live on, together."
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