Channelers and the Men Who Love Them
Episode Eleven – Escape
“This can’t be true!”
“Oh, but Rand is correct, Master Bard. It is very true.”
“Galad, for the last time, my name is Thom.”
Pretty Boy Damodred gave a slight nod. “I am not sure where the surprise comes from, Thom. al’Lan Mandragoran is a marvelous fighter and a glorious addition to the Children of the Light.”
“Oh, yes yes,” Rand flicked his hair in a perfect mimic of Galad. “Although it is rather strange; very out of character of him. Near fanfic crazy.”
“Excuse me, did you say something?”
“No, no, I think you are mistaken, Galad, for you are the one who spoke to me. Not I to you.”
Deciding this was his cue to leave, Thom backed slowly out of the room.
Eirana left the inn for an early morning stroll. The streets were quiet and Eirana was pleased – less people to see her love bites. It wouldn’t do, she knew, for an Aes Sedai to be seen sporting them – only Cadsuane, perhaps, could get away with things like that, as she was still consciously denying carrying Rand al’Thor’s ninth – or was it tenth? – bastard.
Eirana didn’t remember, nor care.
Humming to herself, she crossed the street, seeing out of the corner of her eye, a flushed looking Siuan Sanche skirting the buildings up ahead, before disappearing into one of them.
Pausing briefly, Eirana turned, intent on telling someone what she had seen. In fact, she knew just the person.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Eirana Sedai!”
“Yes, so you keep saying. Never heard of you; must be unimportant.” Ignoring the younger woman’s protests, Cadsuane continued, “So you saw Sanche in some village outside the Cairhien capital? Well then! Let us Travel!”
Not waiting for any sign of agreement, Cadsuane opened up a gateway and stepped through.
The village only had one inn, with five rooms, which made finding Siuan amazingly easy. The look of shock on Siuan’s face made the whole journey worth it. Until she found out the source.
“Cadsuane…you’re leaking water.”
This wasn’t happening.
“Eirana…I don’t know why you’re here, but you best get Rand.”
“I just don’t see how it’s possible. Cadsuane is…old.”
Verin Sedai nibbled on her quill tip, seemingly deep in thought. “I will tell you a secret if you promise to keep it.”
“I like secrets.”
“A few months after the end of Tarmon Gai’don, Cadsuane Sedai came to me asking for assistance. She wanted to know if it was possible to dye a person’s hair a dark gray, and if so, how to do it. I didn’t know off hand, mind you, but helped her find the answer.” Hoping to see wonder and amazement flash on Moiraine’s face, Verin was throughly disappointed to find only a blank stare. “You Blues… She isn’t bond by the Three Oaths. Based on the calander she is 305 years old, but her body is that of a woman in her 30s.”
Moiraine was filled with horror. “Dear Light she can bred!”
Rand was panic-stricken. A scary looking Red had shown up in his bedroom demanding he return with her to some no-name village in Cairhien. Even if Cadsuane was giving birth, a thought he tried to avoid, he had no desire to go to Midget Land. He had spent enough time there to last him 2 1/2 lifetimes, thankyouverymuch. And yet, the Aes Sedai didn’t seem to understand nor care.
“…but it’s your child!”
“You can’t prove that!”
“Boy, you don’t know what I can do.”
Rand was so concerned with running away, he didn’t even notice the gateway. It took a moment to grasp the scene before him: To comprehend that there was a head…down there. He was witnessing what no human male should have to see.
“Light burn my eyes!”
Eventually, Rand calmed down. The fainting helped with that. He awoke to find Cadsuane glaring at him, and Siuan holding out a bundle.
Taking the girl in his arms he said, “Can I name her?”
A three part chorus rang out, “No.”
Pretending to not be offended, he turned towards Cadsuane. “Have you named her then?”
“Yes! And that’s final. When you push a watermelon through your loin, you can name it.”