rj.acrownofswords-第10部分
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To each she had knelt； saying that she lived to serve and meaning it； obeying as they manded； whatever the mand。 After all； they stood only a step below the Great Lord of the Dark himself； and if she wanted the rewards of her service； the immortality it seemed they already possessed； it was well to obey。 To each she knelt； and only Mesaana had appeared with an inhuman face。 This cloak of shadow and light must be woven with the One Power； but Alviarin could see no weave。 She had felt the strength of Lanfear and Graendal； had known from the first instant how much stronger in the Power they were than she； but in Mesaana she sensed。。。 nothing。 As if the woman could not channel at all。
The logic was clear； and stunning。 Mesaana hid herself because she might be recognized。 She must reside in the Tower itself。 On the face of it； that seemed impossible； yet nothing else fit。 Given that； she must be one of the sisters； surely she was not among servants； bound to labor and sweat。 But who？ Too many women had been out of the Tower for years before Elaida's summons； too many had no close friends； or none at all。 Mesaana must be one of those。 Alviarin very much wanted to know。 Even if she could make no use of it； knowledge was power。
〃So our Elaida has had a Foretelling；〃 Mesaana chimed； and Alviarin realized with a start that she had reached the end of her recital。 Her knees hurt； but she knew better than to rise without permission。 A finger of shadow tapped silver lips thoughtfully。 Had she seen any sister make that gesture？ 〃Strange that she should be so clear and so erratic at the same time。 It was always a rare Talent； and most who had it spoke so only poets could understand。 Usually until it was too late to matter； at least。 Everything always became clear then。〃 Alviarin kept silent。 None of the Chosen conversed； they manded or demanded。 〃Interesting predictions。 The rebels breaking … like a rotten melon？ … was that part of it？〃
〃I am not certain； Great Mistress；〃 she said slowly … had it been？ … but Mesaana only shrugged。
〃Either it is or it is not； and either way can be used。〃
〃She is dangerous； Great Mistress。 Her Talent could reveal what should not be revealed。〃
Crystalline laughter answered her。 〃Such as？ You？ Your Black Ajah sisters？ Or perhaps you think to safeguard me？ You are a good girl sometimes； child。〃 That silvery voice was amused。 Alviarin felt her face heat and hoped that Mesaana read the shame； not the anger。 〃Do you suggest that our Elaida should be disposed of； child？ Not yet； I think。 She has her uses still。 At least until young al'Thor reaches us； and very likely after。 Write out her orders and see to them。 Watching her play her little games is certainly amusing。 You children almost match the ajah at times。 Will she succeed in having the King of Illian and the Queen of Saldaea kidnapped？ You Aes Sedai used to do that； didn't you； but not for … what？ … two thousand years？ Who will she try to put on the throne of Cairhien？ Will the offer of being king in Tear overe the High Lord Darlin's dislike of Aes Sedai？ Will our Elaida choke on her own frustration first？ A pity she resists the idea of a larger army。 I'd have thought her ambitions would leap at that。〃
The interview was ing to a close … they never lasted longer than for Alviarin to report and be given her own orders … but she had a question yet to ask。 〃The Black Tower； Great Mistress。〃 Alviarin wet her lips。 She had learned much since Ishamael appeared to her； not least that the Chosen were neither omnipotent nor all…knowing。 She had risen because Ishamael killed her predecessor in his wrath at discovering what Jarna Malari had begun； yet it had not ended for another two years； after the death of another Amyrlin。 She often wondered whether Elaida had had any hand in the death of that one； Sierin Vayu； certainly the Black Ajah had not。 Jarna had had Tamra Ospenya； the Amyrlin before Sierin； squeezed like a bunch of grapes … obtaining little juice； as it turned out … and made her appear to have died in her sleep； but Alviarin and the other twelve sisters of the Great Council had paid in pain before they could convince Ishamael they had no responsibility for it。 The Chosen were not all…powerful； and they did not know everything； yet sometimes they knew what no one else did。 Asking could be dangerous； though。 〃Why〃 was the most dangerous； the Chosen never liked to be asked why。 〃Is it safe to send fifty sisters to deal with them； Great Mistress？〃
Eyes glowing like twin full moons regarded her in silence； and a chill slid up Alviarin's spine。 Jarna's fate flashed into her mind。 Publicly Gray； Jarna had never shown any interest in the ter'angreal no one knew a use for … until the day she became snared in one untried for centuries。 How to activate it remained a mystery still。 For ten days no one could reach her； only listen to her throat…wrenching shrieks。 Most of the Tower thought Jarna a model of virtue； when what could be recovered was buried； every sister in Tar Valon and every one who could reach the city in time attended the funeral。
〃You have curiosity； child；〃 Mesaana said finally。 〃That can be an asset； properly directed。 Wrongly directed。。。 〃 The threat hung in the air like a gleaming dagger。
〃I will direct it as you mand； Great Mistress；〃 Alviarin breathed hoarsely。 Her mouth was dry as dust。 〃Only as you mand。〃 But she would still see that no Black sisters went with Toveine。 Mesaana moved； looming over her so she had to crane her neck to look up at that face of light and shadow； and suddenly she wondered whether the Chosen knew her thoughts。
〃If you would serve me； child； then you must serve and obey me。 Not Semirhage or Demandred。 Not Graendal or anyone else。 Only me。 And the Great Lord； of course； but me above all save him。〃
〃I live to serve you； Great Mistress。〃 That came out in a croak； but she managed to emphasize the added word。
For a long moment silvery eyes stared down at her unblinking。 Then Mesaana said； 〃Good。 I will teach you； then。 But remember that a pupil is not a teacher。 I choose who learns what； and I decide when they can make use of it。 Should I find you have passed on the smallest scrap or used even a hair of it without my direction； I will extinguish you。〃
Alviarin worked moisture back into her mouth。 There was no anger in those chimes； only certainty。 〃I live to serve you； Great Mistress。 I live to obey you； Great Mistress。〃 She had just learned something about the Chosen that she could hardly credit。 Knowledge was power。
〃You have a little strength； child。 Not much； but enough。〃
A weave appeared seemingly from nowhere。
〃This；〃 Mesaana chimed； 〃is called a gateway。〃
Pedron Niall grunted as Morgase placed a white stone on the board with a smile of triumph。 Lesser players might set two dozen more stones each yet； but he could see the inevitable course now； and so could she。 In the beginning the golden…haired woman seated on the other side of the small table had played to lose； to make the game close enough to be interesting for him； but it had not taken her long to learn that that led to obliteration。 Not to mention that he was clever enough to see through the subterfuge and would not tolerate it。 Now she plied all her skill and managed to win nearly half their games。 No one had beaten him so often in a good many years。
〃The game is yours；〃 he told her； and the Queen of Andor nodded。 Well； she would be Queen again； he would see to that。 In green silk； with a high lace collar brushing her chin； she looked every inch a queen despite the sheen of perspiration on her smooth cheeks。 She hardly appeared old enough to have a daughter Elayne's age； though； much less a son Gawyn's。
〃You did not realize I saw the trap you were laying from your thirty…first stone； Lord Niall； and you took my feint from the forty…third stone to be my real attack。〃 Excitement sparkled in her blue eyes； Morgase liked to win。 She liked playing to win。
It was all meant to lull him； of course； the playing at stones； the politeness。 Morgase knew she was a prisoner in the Fortress of the Light in all but name； albeit a lu
