rj.theshadowrising-第160部分

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！


hind；　carried　that　black…hafted　spear　as　if　he　expected　to　need　it。
　　　　　　　The　door　was　rough　wood；　pieced　together　from　short；　narrow　planks。　Some　of　the　stout　bracing　was　broken；　hacked　by　axes。　Rhuarc　hesitated　a　moment　before　pushing　it　open。　He　hardly　glanced　inside　before　turning　to　run　his　eyes　over　the　surrounding　country。
　　　　　　　Rand　put　his　head　in。　There　was　no　one　there。　The　interior；　light　streaming　in　bars　through　the　arrowslits；　was　all　one　room　and　plainly　not　a　dwelling；　just　a　place　for　herdsmen　to　shelter；　and　defend　themselves　if　attacked。　There　were　no　furnishings；　no　tables　or　chairs。　A　raised　open　hearth　stood　beneath　a　sooty　smoke　hole　in　the　roof。　The　wide　crevice　at　the　back　had　steps　chiseled　into　the　gray　rock。　The　place　had　been　ransacked。　Bedding；　blankets；　pots；　all　lay　scattered　across　the　stone　floor　amid　slashed　cushions　and　pillows。　Some　liquid　had　been　splashed　over　everything；　the　walls；　even　the　ceiling；　and　had　dried　black。
　　　　　　　When　he　realized　what　it　was；　he　jerked　back；　the　Power…wrought　sword　ing　into　his　hands　before　he　even　thought。　Blood。　So　much　blood。　There　had　been　slaughter　done　here；　as　savage　as　anything　he　could　imagine。　Nothing　moved　out　there　except　the　goats。
　　　　　　　Aviendha　backed　out　as　fast　as　she　went　in。　〃Who？〃　she　demanded　incredulously；　her　large　blue…green　eyes　filled　with　outrage。　〃Who　would　do　this？　Where　are　the　dead？〃
　　　　　　　〃Trollocs；〃　Mat　muttered。　〃It　looks　like　Trolloc　work　to　me。〃
　　　　　　　She　snorted　contemptuously。　〃Trollocs　do　not　e　into　the　Three…fold　Land；　wetlander。　No　more　than　a　few　miles　below　the　Blight；　at　least；　and　then　seldom。　I　have　heard　they　call　the　Three…fold　Land　the　Dying　Ground。　We　hunt　Trollocs；　wetlander；　they　do　not　hunt　us。〃
　　　　　　　Nothing　moved。　Rand　let　the　sword　go；　pushed　saidin　away。　It　was　hard。　The　sweetness　of　the　Power　was　nearly　enough　to　overe　the　feel　of　filth　from　the　taint；　the　sheer　exhilaration　almost　enough　to　make　him　not　care。　Mat　was　right　whatever　Aviendha　said；　but　this　was　old；　the　Trollocs　gone。　Trollocs　in　the　Waste；　at　a　place　he　had　e　to。　He　was　not　fool　enough　to　think　it　coincidence。　But　if　they　think　I　am；　maybe　they'll　grow　careless。
　　　　　　　Rhuarc　signaled　the　Jindo　to　e　in　…　they　seemed　to　rise　out　of　the　ground　…　and　some　time　later　the　others　appeared；　the　Shaido　and　the　peddlers'　wagons　and　the　Wise　Ones'　party。　Word　spread　quickly　of　what　had　been　found；　and　among　the　Aiel；　tension　became　palpable。　They　moved　as　if　they　expected　momentary　attack；　perhaps　from　each　other。　Scouts　fanned　out　in　every　direction。　Unharnessing　their　mules；　the　wagon　drivers　looked　around　jerkily；　and　seemed　ready　to　dive　under　their　wagons　at　the　first　shout。
　　　　　　　For　a　time　all　was　a　stirred　hive　of　ants。　Rhuarc　made　sure　the　peddlers　lined　their　wagons　up　on　the　edge　of　the　Jindo　camp。　Couladin　glowered；　since　it　meant　any　Shaido　who　wanted　to　trade　had　to　go　to　the　Jindo；　but　he　did　not　argue。　Perhaps　even　he　could　see　that　might　lead　to　dancing　the　spears；　now。　The　Shaido　tents　went　up　a　scant　quarter…mile　away；　with　the　Wise　Ones；　as　usual；　in　between。　The　Wise　Ones　examined　the　inside　of　the　building；　and　Moiraine　and　Lan　did；　as　well；　but　if　they　reached　any　conclusions；　they　told　no　one。
　　　　　　　The　water　at　Imre　Stand　turned　out　to　be　a　tiny　spring　at　the　back　of　the　crevice；　feeding　a　deep；　roughly　round　pool　…　what　Rhuarc　called　a　tank　…　less　than　two　paces　across。　Enough　for　herdsmen；　enough　for　the　Jindo　to　fill　some　of　their　waterskins。　No　Shaido　went　near；　in　Taardad　land；　the　Jindo　had　first　claim　on　water。　It　seemed　the　goats　got　their　moisture　purely　from　the　thick　leaves　of　the　thorny　bushes。　Rhuarc　assured　Rand　there　would　be　much　more　water　at　the　next　night's　stop。
　　　　　　　Kadere　produced　a　surprise　while　the　wagon　drivers　were　unhitching　their　teams　and　fetching　buckets　from　the　water…wagons。　When　he　came　out　of　his　wagon；　a　dark…haired　young　woman　acpanied　him；　in　a　red　silk　gown　and　red　velvet　slippers　more　suited　to　a　palace　than　to　the　Waste。　A　filmy　red　scarf　wound　almost　like　shoufa　and　veil　provided　no　protection　from　the　sun；　and　certainly　did　nothing　to　hide　a　palely　beautiful　heart…shaped　face。　Clinging　to　the　peddler's　thick　arm；　she　swayed　enticingly　as　he　took　her　to　see　the　blood…splashed　room；　Moiraine　and　the　others　had　gone　off　to　where　the　gai'shain　were　erecting　the　Wise　Ones'　camp。　When　the　pair　came　back　out；　the　young　woman　shuddered　delicately。　Rand　was　sure　it　was　pretense；　just　as　he　was　sure　she　had　asked　to　view　that　butcher's　workroom。　Her　show　of　revulsion　lasted　all　of　two　seconds；　and　then　she　was　peering　about　interestedly　at　the　Aiel。
　　　　　　　It　appeared　that　Rand　himself　was　one　of　the　sights　she　wanted　to　see。　Kadere　seemed　ready　to　take　her　back　to　the　wagon；　but　she　guided　him　to　Rand　instead；　the　alluring　smile　on　her　full　lips　plain　behind　her　diaphanous　veil。　〃Hadnan　has　been　telling　me　of　you；〃　she　said　in　a　smoky　voice。　She　might　have　been　hanging　on　the　peddler；　but　her　dark　eyes　traced　Rand　boldly。　〃You　are　the　one　the　Aiel　talk　of。　He　Who　es　With　the　Dawn。〃　Keille　and　the　gleeman　came　out　of　the　second　wagon　and　stood　together　at　a　distance；　watching。
　　　　　　　〃It　seems　I　am；〃　he　said。
　　　　　　　〃Strange。〃　Her　smile　became　wickedly　mischievous。　〃I　thought　you　would　be　handsomer。〃　Patting　Kadere　on　the　cheek；　she　sighed。　〃This　dreadful　heat　is　so　wearing。　Do　not　be　too　long。〃
　　　　　　　Kadere　did　not　speak　until　she　had　climbed　the　steps　back　inside。　His　hat　had　been　replaced　by　a　long　white　scarf　tied　atop　his　head；　the　ends　handing　down　his　neck。　〃You　must　forgive　Isendre；　good　sir。　She　is。。。　too　forward；　sometimes。〃　His　voice　was　mollifying；　but　his　eyes　belonged　on　a　bird　of　prey。　He　hesitated；　then　went　on。　〃I　have　heard　other　things。　I　have　heard　that　you　took　Callandor　out　of　the　Heart　of　the　Stone。〃
　　　　　　　The　man's　eyed　never　changed。　If　he　knew　about　Callandor；　he　knew　Rand　was　the　Dragon　Reborn；　knew　he　could　wield　the　One　Power。　And　his　eyes　never　changed。　A　dangerous　man。　〃I　have　heard　it　said；〃　Rand　told　him；　〃that　you　should　believe　nothing　you　hear；　and　only　half　of　what　you　see。〃
　　　　　　　〃A　wise　rule；〃　Kadere　said　after　a　moment。　〃Yet　to　achieve　greatly；　a　man　must　believe　something。　Belief　and　knowledge　pave　the　road　to　greatness。　Knowledge　is　perhaps　the　most　valuable　of　all。　We　all　seek　the　coin　of　knowledge。　Your　pardon；　good　sir。　Isendre　is　not　a　patient　woman。　Perhaps　we　will　have　another　opportunity　to　talk。〃
　　　　　　　Before　the　man　had　taken　three　steps；　Aviendha　said　in　a　low；　hard　voice；　〃You　belong　to　Elayne；　Rand　al'Thor。　Do　you　stare　so　at　every　woman　who　es　in　front　of　your　eyes；　or　only　those　who　go　half…naked？　If　I　strip　off　my　clothes；　will　you　stare　so　at　me？　You　belong　to　Elayne！〃
　　　　　　　He　had　forgotten　she　was　there。　〃I　don't　belong　to　anyone；　Aviendha。　Elayne？　She　cannot　seem　to　make　up　her　mind　what　she　thinks。〃
　　　　　　　〃Elayne　laid　her　heart　bare　to　you；　Rand　al'Thor。　If　she　did　not　show　you　in　the　Stone　of　Tear；　did　her　two　letters　not　tell　you　what　she　feels？　You　are　hers；　and　no　other's。〃
　　　　　　　Rand　threw　up　his　hands　and　stalked　away　from　her。　At　least；　he　tried。　She　followed　on　his　heels；　a　disapproving　shadow　in　the　sun's　glare。
　　　　　　　Swords。　The　Aiel　might　have　forgotten　why　they　did　not　carry　swords；　but　they　had　kept　the　contempt　for　them。　Swords　might　make　her　leave　him　alone。　Seeking　out　Lan　in　the　Wise　Ones'　camp；　he　asked　the　Warder　to　watch　him　work　the　forms。　Bair　was　the　only　one　of　the　four　in　view；　and　a　scowl　surely　deepened　the　creases　on　her　face。　Egwene　was　not　to　be　seen　either。　Moiraine　wore　calm　like　a　mask；　dark　eyes　cool；　he　could　not　say　whether　she　approved。
　　　　　　　He　was　not　out　to　offend　the　Aiel；　so　he　set　up　with　Lan　between　the　Wise　Ones'　tents　and　the　Jindo's。　He　used　one　of　the　practice　swords　Lan　carried　in　his　baggage；　a　bundle　of　loosely　tied　lathes　in　place　of　a　blade。　The　weight　and　balance　were　right；　though；　and　he　could　forget　himself　in　the　dance…like　flow　from　form　to　form；　the　practice　sword　alive　in　his　hands；　a　part　of　him。　Usually　it　was　that　way。　Today　the　sun　was　a　furnace　in　the　sky　baking　out　moisture　and　strength。　Aviendha　squatted　off　to　one　side；　hug