A Memory of Light

Shadowspawn follow!”

    Androl awoke with dirt in his mouth. He groaned, trying to roll over, but found himself bound in some way. He spat, licked his lips and blinked crusty eyes.
    He lay with Jonneth and Emarin against an earthen wall, tied by ropes. He remembered . . . Light! The roof had fallen in.
    Pevara? he sent. Incredible how natural that method of communication was beginning to feel.
    He was rewarded with a groggy sensation from her. The bond let him know that she was nearby, probably tied up as well. The One Power was also lost to him; he clawed at it, but ran up against a shield. His bonds were tied to some kind of hook in the ground behind him, hindering his movement.
    Androl shoved panic down with some effort. He couldn’t see Nalaam. Was he here? The group of them lay tied in a large chamber, and the air smelled of damp earth. They were still underground in a part of Taim’s secret complex.
    If the roof fell in, Androl thought, the cells were probably destroyed. That explained why he and the others were tied up, but not locked away.
    Someone was sobbing.
    He strained around and found Evin tied nearby. The younger man wept, shaking.
    “It’s all right, Evin,” Androl whispered. “We’ll find a way out of this.”
    Evin glanced at him, shocked. The youth was tied in a different way, in a seated position, hands behind his back. “Androl? Androl, I’m sorry.”
    Androl felt a twisting emotion. “For what, Evin?”
    “They came right after the rest of you left. They wanted Emarin, I think. To Turn him. When he wasn’t there, they began asking questions, demands. They broke me, Androl. I broke so easily. I’m sorry . . .”
    So Taim hadn’t discovered the fallen guards. “It’s not your fault, Evin.”
    Footsteps sounded on the ground nearby. Androl feigned unconsciousness, but someone kicked him. “I saw you talking, pageboy,” Mishraile said, leaning down his golden-haired head. “I’m going to enjoy killing you for what you did to Coteren.”
    Androl opened his eyes and saw Logain sagging in the grip of Mezar and Welyn. They dragged him near and dropped him roughly to the ground. Logain stirred and groaned as they tied him up. They stood, and one spat on Androl before moving over to Emarin.
    “No,” Taim said from somewhere near. “The youth is next. The Great Lord demands results. Logain is taking too long.”
    Evin’s sobs grew louder as Mezar and Welyn moved over to seize him under the arms.
    “No!” Androl said, twisting. “No! Taim, burn you! Leave him alone! Take me!”
    Taim stood nearby, hands clasped behind his back, in a sharp black uniform that resembled those of the Asha’man, but trimmed with silver. He wore no pins at his neck. He turned toward Androl, then sneered. “Take you? I am to present to the Great Lord a man who couldn’t channel enough to break a pebble? I should have culled you long ago.”
    Taim followed the other two, who were dragging away the frantic Evin. Androl screamed at them, yelling until he was hoarse. They took Evin somewhere on the other side of the chamber—it was very large—and Androl could not see them because of the angle at which he was tied. Androl dropped his head back against the floor, closing his eyes. That didn’t prevent him from hearing poor Evin’s screams of terror.
    “Androl?” Pevara whispered.
    “Quiet.” Mishraile’s voice was followed by a thump and a grunt from Pevara.
    I am really starting to hate that one, Pevara sent to him.
    Androl didn’t reply.
    They took the effort to dig us out of the collapsed room, Pevara continued. I remember some of it, before they shielded me and knocked me unconscious. It seems to have been less than a day since then. I guess Taim hasn’t yet hit his quota of Dread-lords Turned to the Shadow.
    She sent it, almost, with levity.
    Behind them, Evin’s screams stopped.
    Oh, Light! Pevara sent. Was that Evin? All wryness vanished from her tone. What’s happening?
    They’re Turning him, Androl sent back. Strength of will has something to do with resisting. That is why Logain hasn’t been Turned yet.
    Pevara’s concern was a warmth through the bond. Were all Aes Sedai like her? He’d assumed they had no emotions, but Pevara felt the full range—although she accompanied it with an almost inhuman control over how those emotions affected her. Another result of decades of practice?
    How do we escape? she sent.
    I’m trying to untie my bonds. My fingers are stiff.
    I can see the