rj.acrownofswords-第112部分
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〃There is more； Master Cauthon；〃 she announced； squaring her shoulders。 The smile vanished from Nynaeve's face。 〃We also wish to apologize for delaying so long in giving you your much deserved thanks。 And we apologize。。。 humbly。。。〃 She stumbled a little on that。 〃。。。 for the way we have treated you since。〃 Nynaeve stretched out a beseeching hand that she ignored。 〃To show the depth of our regret； we undertake the following promises。〃 Aviendha had said an apology was only a beginning。 〃We will not belittle or demean you in any way； nor shout at you for any reason； nor。。。 nor attempt to give you orders。〃 Nynaeve winced。 Elayne's mouth tightened too； but she did not stop。 〃Recognizing your due concern for our safety； we will not leave the palace without telling you where we are going； and we will listen to your advice。〃 Light； she had no wish to be Aiel； no wish to do any of this； but she wanted Aviendha's respect。 〃If you。。。 if you decide that we are。。。 〃 Not that she had any intention of being a sister…wife … the very idea was indecent！ … but she did like her。 〃。。。 are putting ourselves in needless danger。。。 〃 It was not Aviendha's fault that Rand had caught both their hearts。 And Min's as well。 〃。。。 we will accept bodyguards of your choosing。。。 〃 Fate or ta'veren or whatever； what was； was。 She loved both women like sisters。 〃。。。 and keep them with us as long as possible。〃 Burn the man for doing this to her！ It was not Mat Cauthon she meant。 〃This I swear by the Lion Throne of Andor。〃 She breathed in as if she had run a mile。 Nynaeve wore a face like a cornered badger。
His head swiveled toward them ever so slowly； and he lowered the cloth just enough to expose one red…streaked eye。 〃You sound like you have an iron rod down your throat； my Lady；〃 he said mockingly。 〃You have my permission to call me Mat。〃 Odious man！ He would not know civility if it bit him on the nose！ That sanguine eye slanted toward her。 〃What about you； Nynaeve？ I heard a lot of 'we' from her； but not a word from you。〃
〃I won't shout at you；〃 Nynaeve shouted。 〃And all the rest； too。 I promise； you。。。 you。。。！〃 She gobbled on the edge of swallowing her tongue as she realized she could not call him one of the names he warranted without breaking the promise already。 And yet； the effect of her shout was most gratifying。
With a cry； he shuddered and dropped the cloth； clutched his head with both hands。 His eyes bulged。 〃Flaming dice；〃 he whimpered； or something very like。 It suddenly struck Elayne that he would be a very good source of pithy language。 Stablemen and the like always seemed to scrape their tongues clean the moment they saw her。 Of course； she had promised herself to civilize him； to make him useful to Rand； but that need not interfere too much with his language。 In fact； she realized there was a good deal she had not promised not to do。 Pointing that out should settle Nynaeve considerably。
After a long moment； he spoke in a hollow voice。 〃Thank you； Nynaeve。〃 He paused to swallow hard。 〃I thought you two must be somebody else in disguise； there for a bit。 Since I still seem to be alive； we might as well take care of the rest of it。 I seem to recall that Birgitte said you wanted me to find something for you。 What？〃
〃You won't find it；〃 Nynaeve told him in a firm voice。 Well； perhaps more hard than firm； but Elayne did not think of calling her down。 He merited every wince。 〃You will acpany us； and we will find it。〃
〃Backtracking already； Nynaeve？〃 Somehow； he managed a derisive sneer； especially hideous with his eyes。 〃You just finished promising to do as I say。 If you want a tame ta'veren on a leash； go ask Rand or Perrin and see what answer you get。〃
〃We promised no such thing； Matrim Cauthon；〃 Nynaeve snapped； going up on her toes。 〃I promised no such thing！〃 She looked about to fling herself at him again。 Even her braid seemed to bristle。
Elayne kept a better rein on her temper。 They would get nowhere bludgeoning him。 〃We will listen to your advice； and accept it if it is reasonable； Master。。。 Mat；〃 she chided gently。 Surely he could not really believe they had promised to。。。 Looking at him； though； she saw that he did。 Oh； Light！ Nynaeve was right。 He was going to be trouble。
She held that rein firmly。 Channeling again； she lifted his coat from the chair to a proper place on one of the pegs on the wall so she could sit； back straight； arranging her skirts carefully。 Keeping her promises to Master Cauthon … Mat … and to herself was going to be difficult； but nothing he said or did could touch her。 Nynaeve eyed the only other place to sit； a low carved wooden footstool； and remained standing。 One hand moved toward her 。braid； before she folded her arms。 Her foot tapped ominously。
〃The Atha'an Miere call it the Bowl of the Winds； Master。。。 Mat。 It is a ter'angreal。。。 〃
By the end； a light of excitement shone through his sickliness。 〃Now； that would be a thing to find；〃 he murmured。 〃In the Rahad。〃 He shook his head； and flinched。 〃I'll tell you this now。 Neither of you is setting foot on the other side of the river without four or five of my Redarms each。 Not outside the palace； for that matter。 Did Birgitte tell you about the note that was stuffed in my coat？ I'm sure I told her。 And there's Carridin and his Darkfriends； you can't tell me he isn't up to something。〃。
〃Any sister who supports Egwene as Amyrlin is in danger from the Tower。〃 Bodyguards everywhere？ Light！ A dangerous light shone in Nynaeve's eyes； and her foot tapped faster。 〃We cannot hide； Mast。。。 Mat； and we will not。 Jaichim Carridin will be taken care of in due course。〃 They had not promised to tell him everything； and they could not let him be diverted。 〃There are more important matters afoot。〃
〃Due course？〃 he began； voice rising in disbelief； but Nynaeve cut him short。
〃Four or five each？〃 she said sourly。 〃That's ridic…〃 Her eyes shut for a moment； and her tone became milder。 Slightly milder。 〃I mean to say； it isn't sensible。 Elayne and me； Birgitte and Aviendha。 You don't have that many soldiers。 Anyway； all we really need is you。〃 That last came out as though dragged。 It was much too much an admission。
〃Birgitte and Aviendha don't need minders；〃 he said absently。 〃I suppose this Bowl of the Winds is more important than Carridin； but。。。 It doesn't seem right； letting Darkfriends walk loose。〃
Slowly Nynaeve's face turned purple。 Elayne checked her own in the stand…mirror； relieved to see she was maintaining her posure。 On the outside； anyway。 The man was reprehensible！ Minders？ She was not sure which would be worse： that he had flung that offhand insult on purpose； or that he had done so without realizing。 She eyed herself in the mirror again and lowered her chin a trifle。 Minders！ She was poise itself。
He studied them with those bloodshot eyes； but saw nothing； apparently。 〃Was that all Birgitte told you？〃 he asked； and Nynaeve snapped back； 〃That was quite enough； I'd think； even for you。〃 Inexplicably； he looked surprised； and quite pleased。
Nynaeve gave a start； then folded her arms around herself tighter。 〃Since you're in no condition to go anywhere with us now … don't scowl at me； Mat Cauthon； that isn't demeaning； it's simple truth！ … you can spend the morning moving yourself into the palace。 And you needn't think we'll help carry your things。 I didn't promise to be a pack…horse。〃
〃The Wandering Woman is plenty good enough；〃 he began angrily； then stopped； a wondering expression spreading over his face。 A horrified expression； Elayne would have said。 That should teach him to growl when he had a head like a melon。 At least； that was what hers had felt like； the time she drank too much。 Of course he would not learn from it。 Men kept sticking their hands in the fire thinking this time it would not burn； so Lini always said。
〃You can hardly expect we'll find the Bowl the first time we try；〃 Nynaeve went on； 〃ta'veren or no。 Going out each day will be much simpler if you don't have to e across the square。〃 If they did not have to wait for him every morning； was what she meant。 According to her； drunkenness was not the only excuse he could
