A Memory of Light (Wheel of Time, #14)

by Robert Jordan

Rand backed away, then mounted the dapple. As he did so, he noticed one figure who was not standing by the fire. A solitary figure, who looked toward him when all other eyes were turned away. Cadsuane. She looked him up and down, eyes reflecting firelight from the glow of Rand’s pyre. Rand nodded, waited for a moment, then turned the horse and heeled it away. * * * Cadsuane watched him go. Curious, she thought. Those eyes had confirmed her suspicions. That would be information she could use. No need to keep watching this sham of a funeral, then. She walked away through the camp, and there strolled directly into an ambush. “Saerin,” she said as the women fell in around her. “Yukiri, Lyrelle, Rubinde. What is this?” “We would like direction,” Rubinde said. “Direction?” Cadsuane snorted. “Ask the new Amyrlin, once you find some poor woman to put into the position.” The other women continued to walk with her. As it hit her, Cadsuane stopped in place. “Oh, blood and ashes, no!”