Page 286 of Towers of Midnight (The Wheel of Time 13)

"So what now for you and yours?" Perrin asked.

"We continue on," Galad said, rising. "North, to my estates in Andor to prepare."

"You could " Perrin froze. Then he turned, trotting across the battlefield.

Galad hurried after him. Perrin reached a heap of Trollocs, then began pushing bodies aside. Galad heard a very faint sound. Moaning. He helped move a dead hawk-headed beast, its too-human eyes staring lifelessly.

Beneath it, a young man looked up, blinking. It was Jerum Nus, one of the Children.

"Oh, Light," the young man croaked. "It hurts. I thought I was dead. Dead . . ."

His side was cut open. Perrin knelt hastily, lifting the boy's head, giving him a drink of water as Galad took a bandage from the bag he carried and used it to wrap the wound. That cut was bad. The unfortunate youth would die for certain. He-

No, Galad realized. We have Aes Sedai. It was hard to get used to thinking that way.

Jerum was crying with joy, holding to Perrin's arm. The boy looked delusional. He didn't seem to care one bit about those golden eyes.

"Drink, son," Perrin said, voice soothing. Kindly. "It's all right. We found you. You're going to be fine."

"It seemed like I yelled for hours," the youth said. "But I was so weak, and they were on top of me. How . . . how did you find me?"

"I have good ears," Perrin said. He nodded to Galad, and together they lifted the youth, Perrin beneath the atms, Galad taking the legs. They carefully carried him across the battlefield. The youth continued mumbling, consciousness slipping.

At the side of the battlefield, the Aes Sedai and Aiel Wise Ones were Healing the wounded. As Galad and Perrin arrived, a light-haired Wise One a woman who looked not a day older than Galad, but spoke with the authority of an aged matron hustled ovet. She began chastising them fot moving the lad as she reached out to touch his head.

"Do you give permission, Galad Damodred?" she asked. "This one is too far gone to speak for himself."

Galad had insisted that each Child be given the choice to refuse Healing, regardless of the nature of their wound. The Aes Sedai and Wise Ones hadn't liked it, but Perrin had repeated the order. They seemed to listen to him. Odd. Galad had rarely met Aes Sedai who would listen to the orders, or even opinions, of a man.

"Yes," Galad said. "Heal him."

The Wise One turned to her work. Most Childten had refused Healing, though some had changed theit minds once Galad himself accepted it. The youth's breathing steadied, his wound closing. The Wise One didn't Heal him completely only far enough that he'd survive the day. When she opened her eyes, she looked haggard, even more tired than Galad felt.

The channelers had fought all night, followed by performing Healings. Galad and Perrin moved back onto the field. They weren't the only ones searching for wounded, of course. Perrin himself could have gone back to camp to rest. But he hadn't.

"I can offer you another option," Perrin s

aid as they walked. "As opposed to staying here, in Ghealdan, weeks from your destination. I could have you in Andor tonight."

"My men would not trust this Traveling."

"They'd go if you ordered them," Perrin said. "You've said that you'll fight alongside Aes Sedai. Well, I don't see anything different between that and this. Come with me."

"You'd let us join you, then?"

Perrin nodded. "I'd need an oath from you, though."

"What manner of oath?"

"I'll be frank with you, Galad. I don't think we have much time left. A few weeks, maybe. Well, I fancy we'll need you, but Rand won't like the idea of Whitecloaks in the battle lines unsupervised. So, I want you to swear you'll accept me as your commander until the battle is through."

Galad hesitated. Dawn was close now; in fact, it might have arrived, behind those clouds. "Do you realize what an audacious suggestion you make? The Lord Captain Commander of the Children of the Light obeying the orders of any man would be remarkable. But to you, a man I just recently saw judged a killer? A man most of the Children are convinced is a Darkfriend?"

Perrin turned to him. "You come with me now, and I'll get you to the Last Battle. Without me, who knows what will happen?"

"You said every sword was needed," Galad replied. "You'd leave us?"

"Yes. If I don't have that oath, I will. Rand may come back for you himself, though. In me, you know what you're getting. I'll be fair to you. All I'll ask is that your men stay in line, then fight where they're told when the battle comes. Rand . . . well, you can say no to me. You'll find it much harder to say it to him. And I doubt you'll like the result half as much, either, once you end up saying yes."