rj.thepathofdaggers-第31部分
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e herself almost shivered at the river of the Power that streamed into her。 No one yet was drawing nearly as much as she could； but it added up； especially with angreal involved。 Elayne's awareness climbed higher with each addition of saidar。 She could smell the heavy scents in the lacework gold boxes that the Windfinders wore around their necks； and separate one from another。 She could make out each fold and crease in everyone's clothes as sharply as if she had her nose pressed to the cloth； more sharply。 She was aware of the faintest movement of the air against her hair and skin； caresses she never would have noticed without the Power。
That was not the whole of her awareness； of course。 The link had a certain kinship to the Warder bond； just as intense and somehow even more intimate。 She knew that a tiny blister from climbing the hill made a spot of pain on Nynaeve's right heel； Nynaeve always talked about good stout shoes； but she had a weakness for slippers with a great deal of embroidery。 Nynaeve wore a fixed frown； directed at Caire； her arms were crossed； her fingers wearing the angreal played on the braid pulled over her right shoulder； every line of her of a piece； yet inside she was a maelstrom of emotions。 Fear； worry； anticipation； irritation； wariness and impatience bounced over each other； and washing through it all； sometimes submerging the rest； ripples of warmth and waves of heat that threatened to burst into flame。 Those last Nynaeve suppressed quickly； especially the heat； but they always returned。 Elayne almost thought she could recognize them； but it was like something glimpsed from the corner of your eye that was gone when you turned your head。
Surprisingly； Aviendha felt fear； too； but small and tightly contained； and all but swallowed by determination。 Garenia and Kirstian； shaking visibly； were nearly pure terror； so strong it was amazing that they could even have begun to embrace the Source。 What filled Reanne to overflowing was eagerness； and no matter her skirt smoothing。 As for the Atha'an Miere。。。 Even Tebreille exuded a wary alertness； and it did not take the quick darting of Metarra's eyes； and Rainyn's； to know the focus was Caire； watching them all； impatient and manding。
Her； Elayne left to last； and it was no real surprise that she had to make four tries … four！ … to bring the woman into the circle。 Caire was no better at yielding than Nynaeve。 Elayne desperately hoped the woman had been chosen for ability； not rank。
〃I will now pass the circle to you；〃 she told the Windfinder when it finally was done。 〃If you recall what I did with Ny… 〃 Words froze momentarily in her throat as guidance of the circle was torn from her surrender； a sensation like having a sudden burst of wind rip all of her clothes off or yank the bones out of her。 She exhaled fiercely； and if it sounded close to spitting； well； so be it。
〃Good；〃 Caire said； rubbing her hands together。 〃Good。〃 Her attention focused on the Bowl； her head twisting this way and that as she studied it。 Well； perhaps not all her attention。 Reanne started to sit down； and without looking up； Caire snapped； 〃Hold your station； woman！ This isn't a fish lolly！ Stand till you're told to move！〃
Startled； Reanne jerked back to her feet； muttering under her breath； but she might as well have ceased to exist as far as Caire was concerned。 The Windfinder's eyes remained on the flattened crystal shape。 Elayne felt resolve in her great enough to move a mountain。 And something else； tiny and quickly stamped out。 Uncertainty。 Uncertainty？ If after all of this； the woman really did not know what to do …
At that moment； Caire drew deeply。 Saidar flooded through Elayne； almost as much as she could hold； an unbroken ring of light blazed into being； joining the women in the circle； brighter wherever one used an angreal； but nowhere faint。 She watched closely as Caire channeled； forming a plex weave of all Five Powers； a four…pointed star that she laid atop the Bowl with what Elayne somehow was sure was exquisite precision。 The star touched； and Elayne gasped。 Once； she had channeled a trickle into the Bowl … in Tel'aran'rhiod； to be sure； and only a reflection of the Bowl； though still a dangerous thing to do … and that clear crystal had turned a pale blue； and the carved clouds moved。 Now； the Bowl of the Winds was blue； the bright blue of a summer sky； and fleecy white clouds billowed across it。
The four…point star became five…pointed； the position of the weave altered slightly； and the Bowl was a green sea with great heaving waves。 Five points became six； and it was another sky； a different blue； darker； winter perhaps； with purple clouds heavy with rain or snow。 Seven points； and a gray…green sea raged in storm。 Eight points and sky。 Nine and sea； and suddenly； Elayne felt the Bowl itself drawing saidar； a wild torrent far greater than all the circle together could manage。
The changes continued unabated inside the Bowl； sea to sky； waves to clouds； but a writhing； braided column of saidar shot up from that flattish crystal disc； Fire and Air； Water and Earth and Spirit； a column of intricate lace as wide as the Bowl； climbing up and up into the sky； until its top rose out of sight。 Caire continued her weaving； sweat streaming down her face； she paused seemingly only to blink salty drops away from her eyes as she examined the images in the Bowl； then laid a new weave。 The pattern of the braiding in the thick column altered with every weave； subtly echoing what Caire wove。
It was a very good thing she had not wanted to focus the flows for this circle； Elayne realized； what the woman was doing required years more study than she had。 Many years more。 Suddenly； she realized something else。 That ever…changing lacework of saidar bent itself around something else； something unseen that made the column solid。 She swallowed； hard。 The Bowl was drawing saidin as well as saidar。
Her hope that no one else had puzzled that out vanished with one glance at the other women。 Half stared at the twisting column with a revulsion that should have been reserved for the Dark One。 Fear grew stronger among the emotions shared in her head。 Some were approaching the level of Garenia and Kirstian； and it was a wonder those two had not fainted。 Nynaeve was a hair from sicking up； for all her suddenly too smooth face。 Aviendha appeared just as calm outwardly； but inside； that tiny fear quivered and pulsed； trying to grow。
From Caire came only determination； as steely hard as her expression。 Nothing was going to stand in Caire's way； certainly not the mere presence of Shadow…tainted saidin mixed into her weaving。 Nothing was going to stop her。 She worked the flows； and abruptly spiderwebs of saidar blossomed from the unseen top of the column； like uneven spokes of a wheel； almost a solid fan to the south； sparser fans reaching north and northwest； single lacy spokes stretching in other directions。 They changed as they grew； never the same from one moment to the next； spreading across the sky； farther and farther； until the ends of the pattern also passed out of sight。 Not just saidar there either； Elayne was certain； in places that spiderweb caught and curved around something she could not see。 Still Caire wove； and the column danced to her bidding； saidar and saidin together； and the spiderweb altered and flowed like a lopsided kaleidoscope spinning across the heavens； vanishing into the distance； on and on and on。
Without warning； Caire straightened； knuckling her back； and released the Source pletely。 Column and spiderweb evaporated； and she collapsed as much as sat down； breathing hard。 The Bowl turned clear again； but small patches of saidar flashed and crackled around its edges。 〃It is done； the Light willing；〃 she said tiredly。
Elayne hardly heard。 That was not the way to end a circle。 When Caire let go in that way； the Power disappeared from every woman simultaneously。 Elayne's eyes popped。 For one instant； it was as though she stood atop the highest tower in the world； and suddenly the tower was not there anymore！ Just an instant； yet hardly pleasant。 She felt tired； if not anywher
