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Wheel of Time - A Letter from the Amyrlin

June 14th, 2008 (01:16 pm)

Title: A Letter from the Amyrlin
Fandom: Wheel of Time
Characters: Bran al'Vere, Marin al'Vere, Tam al'Thor, Egwene al'Vere
Word Count: 1120
Rating: G
Summary: Bran wonders why the Amyrlin Seat has written to him.

A knock at the door of his mayoral office startled Bran al’Vere out of his stupor. 


“Come in,” he called.  The door opened to admit a smartly-dressed man.  He bowed and produced a letter, holding it out for Bran to take.


“A missive from the Amyrlin Seat,” the messenger explained.  Bran stared at him.


“Why would the Amyrlin write to me?  Is Egwene in trouble?”  The messenger couldn’t hide a grin.  “Well, thank you.”


Bran didn’t open it straight away.  Going downstairs to the common room of the Winespring Inn, he sought out Tam al’Thor for advice. 


“Well, that’s the Amyrlin’s seal, all right,” Tam said, turning the letter over in his hands.  “You’d better read it.  No good ever comes of angering an Aes Sedai… Bran, did Egwene write this?  It certainly looks like her hand.”


“Maybe she’s the Amyrlin’s secretary… Keepers, I think they’re called,” he suggested.


“There’s only one way to find out,” Tam said.  Bran sighed and broke the seal.


Dear Mother and Father,” he read out loud.  I hope you are well.  Myself, I have travelled a long way since I left Emond’s Field!  Bran stared at it.  “Why is the Amyrlin Seat’s seal on Egwene’s letter?”  Tam shrugged uncomfortably.


“I don’t know, but considering what the others have managed, nothing would surprise me…”  Bran looked at him askance.


“Do you mean Lord Perrin being, well, a Lord?  He said that your Rand and Mat Cauthon were doing fine, and Rand was some kind of lord too, but he didn’t say much more than that.”


“Look, Bran, I don’t know everything that’s going on out there.  But all the things we’ve heard about the Dragon and the Black Tower and everything… I think they’re caught right up in the middle of all that.”  Tam saw Bran begin to look worried.  He wasn’t surprised.  If he had a daughter, he would have been terrified to think she was anywhere near all of that.  “But I don’t think Egwene is in trouble, Bran.  She’s got more sense than to get too involved in wars… what’s the matter?”  Bran had choked as he read through Egwene’s letter.  The mayor handed over the letter without a word.


Dear Mother and Father,


I hope you are well.  Myself, I have travelled a long way since I left Emond’s Field!  I hope you are sitting down while you read this, because I have things to tell you which will shock you greatly.


Firstly, I am the Amyrlin Seat.  I hope you’re happy for me.  I would come to visit you myself, but Tower law forbids the Amyrlin from putting herself in danger, and what with Rand and the Black Ajah and the Forsaken… don’t worry, Rand isn’t a Darkfriend!  He’s married now, and not to me.  When all this is over, and Rand has won Tarmon Gai’don, I will marry Gawyn.  He’s Elayne’s brother, and Elayne is Rand’s wife.  One of them, anyway.


Please ask Tam al’Thor if he knew that Rand was the Dragon Reborn.  I am just curious, really – either way, it doesn’t really matter.  But I think Rand would like to know, so…


If we win Tarmon Gai’don, I hope you will let me visit you.  Nynaeve says she would love to visit too and bring Lan with her.  Do you remember Lan?  He was Moiraine’s Warder; she was the Aes Sedai who first came to the Two Rivers.  Lan is the uncrowned king of Malkier, and he and Nynaeve are married now.


Please give my love to everyone, and tell them that I hope they are doing well.  I hope that one day I will see you again.


Love, Egwene

Watcher of the Seals

Flame of Tar Valon

The Amyrlin Seat



Bran looked at Tam wearily.   “Did you know?”


“What?  About Rand?”  Bran nodded, and Tam sighed.  “I wondered.  I found a newborn baby on the slopes of Dragonmount.  How could I not wonder?  But he grew up here and never did anything unusual, and so I half forgot about it.  Then Trollocs attacked and the Aes Sedai whisked Rand off, and I hoped that I was wrong… I suppose I knew all along, really, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it until all the Trollocs and the Whitecloaks came.  Why else would so much attention be focused on a tiny village?”


“He always seemed like such a nice boy… I can certainly see Nynaeve as a queen, though,” Bran chuckled.  Tam grinned.


“That I can see.  Bran, he was just a normal boy.  There wasn’t anything funny going on, I swear it.  And I can’t believe that he has changed so much to be the terror the stories portray him as.”


“But they say he killed Lord Brent–“ Bran protested, but Tam cut him off.


“And many say that Illian’s precious Lord Brent was Sammael in disguise,” he pointed out.  “You know what they say about the Forsaken, that the D – that Rand has defeated some of them.  Sammael, Lanfear, Aginor, Balthamel… even Ishamael,” he said.  Bran shivered at the last name.  Everyone within hearing distance heard.


“You shouldn’t talk about things like that,” Marin al’Vere scolded.  “There’s no point in attracting the Dark One’s attention.”  Bran gawked at her.


“How much did you hear?” he asked as his wife took the letter from Tam’s hands.


“Enough to know you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking ill of that poor boy,” she said sternly.  “He has enough to worry about without you debating whether or not he’s a cruel tyrant.  Don’t you remember the boy who used to fall out of trees because he was trying to reach bird nests so he could put them on the ground so they wouldn’t fall off?”


“Marin, maybe you should sit down…” Bran trailed off under his wife’s fierce stare.


“I didn’t faint when I heard you talking about Rand, so I hardly think Egwene’s news is going to make me collapse,” Marin said.  “Oh my… Egwene the Amyrlin… maybe I could use that seat…”  Tam offered her his chair.


“I must be off, I’m afraid,” he said.  “If you write to Egwene, please send my regards.”  Bran nodded.


When Tam was outside the inn, he sighed and leant against the wall.


“Are you alright?” someone asked him.  He opened his eyes and saw that it was Lara Ayellin. 


“I’m fine, Lara,” he replied, and found the Void again. 


Focusing on the flame flickering within the Void, Tam wondered if this calm was what Rand felt when he channelled.  But saidin was tainted, so maybe it was horribly unpleasant.  He wondered if he would ever see Rand again.  He hoped that Rand was still his son.