A Journey North

[Olivier de Volthström]

Captain Daveth Thorne

Daveth retrieved his arrows, inspecting each one as he replaced them in his quiver. Practice was essential to maintaining skills. It was something he had instilled in many of those under his command. They were heading to Shienar in order to assist with the defense of the Blight Border. With his Lord Father’s permission, Daveth had offered a contingent of Thorne archers to the army. With that - they were on their way. 

Daveth made his way back to the camp, and was very quickly approached by Duncan, a young cousin of his, but skilled. ”Captain!” his voice was excited and overeager, and he quieted when Daveth raised a hand to calm him. ”There is an Aes Sedai in camp.”

Daveth sighed. He had heard the rumor. ”Duncan, rumors are like weeds - especially in an army camp. Don’t believe everything you hear.”

Duncan smiled. ”It’s not a rumor, sir. It’s Amelia Sedai. She’s talking to Lord Taravin right now!”

Amelia Sedai! Duncan didn’t need to say more. That could only be one person. One of the few Thorne women sent to the White Tower. They were related - she was a great great great aunt or something like that. He wasn’t entirely sure. Daveth had met her when she had come to Caemlyn during the succession. He had been assigned to be her guard since she had no Warder. A strong woman. Daveth also happened to know she had a kind heart. 

”Thank you, Duncan,” he said, mind in thought. ”Please let me know when you find out where she is staying. I would like to greet her.” He ordered. It was received with an enthusiasm Daveth had come to expect from Duncan. He should greet her, but he wasn’t going to interrupt her meeting with Lord Taravin.