A Memory of Light

Well, we’ve done what we can with salvage and the supplies out of Baerlon, but we can only do so much with the time we have.”
    Which is none,” Talmanes said. “Lord Mat could call upon us at any moment.”
    If they’re still alive up there,” Dennel said, looking upward.
    A discomforting thought. The Band could end its days trapped down here. At least there wouldn’t be many of those days. Either the world would end or the Band would run out of food. They wouldn’t last a week. Buried here. In darkness.
    Bloody ashes, Mat. You’d better not lose up there. You’d better not! The Band still had fight in them. They were not going to end this one starving underground.
    Talmanes held up his lantern, turning to go, but noticed something. The soldiers working on the dragons cast a twisted shadow on the wall, like a man with a wide cloak and hat that obscured his face.
    Dennel followed the glance. “Light. It looks like we’re being watched over by old Jak himself, doesn’t it?”
    “That it does,” Talmanes said. Then, in a louder voice, he shouted, “It’s too quiet in here by far! Let’s have some singing, men.”
    Some of the men paused. Aludra stood up, placing hands on her hips, and gave him a displeased glance.
    So Talmanes started it himself.

“We’ll drink the wine till the cup is dry,
    And kiss the girls so they’ll not cry,
    And toss the dice until we fly,
    To dance with Jak o’ the Shadows!”

    Silence.
    Then they started it up:

“We’ll give a yell with a bloody curse,
    And hug the maids, it could be worse,
    As we ride away with the Dark One’s purse,
    To dance with Jak o’ the Shadows!”
    Their loud voices beat against the stones as they worked, furiously preparing for the part they would play.
    And they would play it. Talmanes would make certain they did. Even if they had to blast their way out of this tomb in a storm of dragonfire.

    As Olver stabbed the woman in white, Faile’s bonds vanished. She dropped to the ground, stumbling but remaining upright. Mandevwin dropped beside her with a curse.
    Aravine. Light, Aravine . Docile, careful and capable. Aravine was a Darkfriend.
    She had the Horn.
    Aravine glanced at the fallen Aes Sedai that Olver had attacked, then panicked, grabbing the horse a servant had brought and jumping into the saddle.
    Faile dashed for her as captives roared out of the nearby pens, throwing themselves at Trollocs and trying to wrestle weapons free. She had almost reached Aravine before the woman galloped away, carrying the Horn with her. She headed toward the gentler slopes that would allow her to ride to the top of the Heights.
    “No!” Faile screamed. “Aravine! Don’t do this!” Faile started to run after her, but saw that that was no use.
    A horse. She needed a horse. Faile looked around, frantic, and found the few pack animals they had brought through the gateway. Faile scrambled to Bela’s side, cutting free the saddle—and all of its burdens—with a few swipes of the knife. She leaped up onto the mare bareback and took the reins, then kicked her into motion.
    The shaggy mare galloped after Aravine, and Faile leaned low on her back. “Run, Bela,” Faile said. “If you’ve kept any strength back, now is the time to use it. Please. Run, girl. Run
    Bela charged across the trampled ground, hoofbeats accompanying thunder from above. The Trolloc camp was a place of darkness, lit by cook fires and the occasional torch. Faile felt as if she were riding through a nightmare.
    Ahead, a few Trollocs burst onto the path to head her off. Faile leaned lower, praying to the Light that they’d miss when they attacked. Bela slowed, and then two horsemen charged up alongside Faile, bearing lances. One pierced a Trollocs neck, and though the other rider missed his mark, his horse shouldered another Trolloc aside, making way. Bela galloped between the disoriented Trollocs, catching up to two men riding ahead, one large of girth, the other lean. Harnan and Vanin.
    “You two!” Faile yelled.
    “Ho, my Lady!” Harnan said, laughing.
    “How?” she yelled at them over the sound of the hooves.
    “We let a caravan find us,” Harnan yelled back, “and let them take us captive. They brought us through the gateway a few hours back, and we’ve been preparing the captives to break free. Your arrival gave us the opportunity we needed!”
    “The Horn! You tried to steal the Horn!”
    “No,” Harnan yelled back, “we tried to steal some of Mats