rj.acrownofswords-第92部分

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　sank　onto　the　bed；　frowning　at　the　man　sprawled　in　the　chest。　A　noise　made　him　look　up。
　　　His　manservant　was　in　the　doorway；　trying　unsuccessfully　to　hide　a　large　black　iron　frying　pan　behind　his　back。　Nerim　kept　a　full　set　of　pots；　and　everything　else　he　thought　a　lord's　servant　might　need　traveling；　in　the　small　room　he　shared　with　Olver　next　to　Mat's。　He　was　short　even　for　a　Cairhienin；　and　skinny　to　boot。　〃My　Lord　has　blood　on　his　coat　again；　I　fear；〃　he　murmured　in　melancholy　tones。　The　day　he　sounded　anything　else；　the　sun　would　rise　in　the　west　〃I　do　wish　my　Lord　would　be　more　careful　of　his　clothes。　It　is　so　hard　to　remove　blood　without　a　stain；　and　the　insects　hardly　need　any　encouragement　to　eat　holes。　This　place　has　more　insects　than　I　have　ever　seen；　my　Lord。〃　No　mention　at　all　of　two　dead　men；　or　what　he　had　intended　with　the　frying　pan。
　　　That　scream　had　drawn　other　attention；　The　Wandering　Woman　was　not　the　sort　of　inn　where　screams　passed　unremarked。　Feet　pounded　in　the　hallway；　and　Mistress　Anan　pushed　Nerim　firmly　out　of　her　way　and　raised　her　skirts　to　step　around　the　corpse　on　the　floor。　Her　husband　followed　her　in；　a　square…faced；　gray…haired　man　with　the　double　earring　of　the　Ancient　and　Honorable　League　of　the　Nets　dangling　from　his　left　ear。　The　two　white　stones　on　the　lower　hoop　said　he　owned　other　boats　beside　the　one　he　captained。　Jasfer　Anan　was　part　of　the　reason　Mat　was　careful　not　to　smile　too　much　at　any　of　Mistress　Anan's　daughters。　The　man　wore　a　work　knife　stuffed　behind　his　belt　and　a　longer；　curved　blade　too；　and　his　long　blue…and…green　vest　revealed　arms　and　chest　crisscrossed　with　dueling　scars。　He　was　alive；　though；　and　most　of　the　men　who　had　given　those　scars　were　not。
　　　The　other　reason　for　caution　was　Setalle　Anan　herself。　Mat　had　never　before　let　himself　be　turned　off　a　girl　because　of　her　mother；　even　if　that　mother　owned　the　inn　where　he　was　staying；　but　Mistress　Anan　had　a　way　about　her。　Large　gold　hoops　in　her　ears　swung　as　she　surveyed　the　dead　men　without　a　flinch。　She　was　pretty　despite　a　touch　of　gray　in　her　hair；　and　her　marriage　knife　nestled　in　roundness　that　normally　would　have　drawn　his　eyes　like　moths　to　a　candle；　yet　looking　at　her　that　way　would　have　been　like　looking　at。。。　Not　his　mother。　At　an　Aes　Sedai；　maybe　…　though　he　had　done　that；　of　course；　just　to　look　…　or　at　Queen　Tylin；　the　Light　help　him　there。　Putting　a　finger　on　why　was　not　easy。　She　simply　had　a　way　about　her。　It　was　just　difficult　to　think　of　doing　anything　that　would　offend　Setalle　Anan。
　　　〃One　of　them　jumped　me　in　the　hall。〃　Mat　kicked　the　chest　lightly；　it　made　a　hollow　sound　despite　the　dead　man　slumped　inside　with　his　arms　and　legs　dangling　out。　〃This　is　empty　except　for　him。　I　think　they　meant　to　fill　it　with　whatever　they　could　steal。〃　The　gold；　perhaps？　Not　likely　they　could　have　heard　of　that；　won　only　hours　ago；　but　he　would　ask　Mistress　Anan　about　a　safer　place　to　keep　it。
　　　She　nodded　calmly；　hazel　eyes　serene。　Men　knifed　in　her　inn　did　not　ruffle　her　feathers。　〃They　insisted　on　carrying　it　up　themselves。　Their　stock；　so　they　claimed。　They　took　the　room　just　before　you　came　in。　For　a　few　hours；　they　said；　to　sleep　before　traveling　on　toward　Nor　Chasen。〃　That　was　a　small　village　on　the　coast　to　the　east；　but　it　was　unlikely　they　would　have　told　the　truth。　Her　tone　implied　as　much。　She　frowned　at　the　dead　men　as　though　wishing　she　could　shake　them　alive　to　answer　questions。　〃They　were　picky　about　the　room；　though。　The　pale…haired　man　was　in　charge。　He　turned　down　the　first　three　he　was　offered；　then　accepted　this；　that　was　meant　for　a　single　servant。　I　thought　he　was　being　stingy　with　a　coin。〃
　　　〃Even　a　thief　can　be　tightfisted；〃　Mat　said　absently。　This　could　have　qualified　to　start　those　dice　rolling　in　his　head　…　a　head　that　would　have　been　cracked　open　for　sure　without　the　luck　of　that　fellow　stepping　on　the　one　board　in　the　whole　inn　that　would　squeak　…　but　the　bloody　things　were　still　tumbling。　He　did　not　like　it。
　　　〃You　think　it　was　chance　then；　my　Lord？〃
　　　〃What　else？〃
　　　She　had　no　answer；　but　she　frowned　at　the　corpses　again。　Maybe　she　was　not　so　sanguine　as　he　had　thought。　She　was　not　native　to　Ebou　Dar；　after　all。
　　　〃Too　many　roughs　in　the　city　of　late。〃　Jasfer　had　a　deep　voice；　and　speaking　normally　he　seemed　to　be　barking　mands　on　a　fishing　boat。　〃Maybe　you　ought　to　think　on　hiring　guards。〃　All　Mistress　Anan　did　was　lift　an　eyebrow　at　her　husband；　but　his　hands　rose　defensively。　〃Peace　be　on　you；　wife。　I　spoke　without　thinking。〃　Ebou　Dari　women　were　known　to　express　displeasure　with　a　husband　in　a　sharp　fashion。　It　was　not　beyond　possibility　that　a　few　of　his　scars　came　from　her。　The　marriage　knife　had　several　uses。
　　　Thanking　the　Light　he　was　not　married　to　an　Ebou　Dari；　Mat　replaced　his　own　knife　in　its　sheath　alongside　the　others。　Thank　the　Light　he　was　not　married　at　all。　His　fingers　brushed　paper。
　　　Mistress　Anan　was　not　letting　her　husband　off　easily。　〃You　frequently　do；　husband；〃　she　said；　fingering　the　hilt　between　her　breasts。　〃Many　women　would　not　let　it　pass。　Elynde　always　tells　me　I　am　not　firm　enough　when　you　speak　out　of　line。　I　need　to　provide　a　good　example　for　my　daughters。〃　Acerbity　melted　into　a　smile；　if　a　small　one。　〃Consider　yourself　chastised。　I　will　refrain　from　telling　you　who　should　haul　which　net　on　which　boat。〃
　　　〃You　are　too　kind　to　me；　wife；〃　he　replied　dryly。　There　was　no　guild　for　innkeepers　in　Ebou　Dar；　but　every　inn　in　the　city　was　in　the　hands　of　a　woman；　to　Ebou　Dari；　bad　luck　of　the　worst　sort　would　dog　any　inn　owned　by　a　man　or　any　vessel　owned　by　a　woman。　There　were　no　women　in　the　fishermen's　guild。
　　　Mat　pulled　out　the　paper。　It　was　snowy　white；　expensive　and　stiff；　and　folded　small。　The　few　lines　on　it　were　printed　in　square　letters　like　those　Olver　might　use。　Or　an　adult　who　did　not　want　the　hand　recognized。
　　　
　　　ELAYNE　AND　NYNAEVE　ARE　PUSHING　TOO　FAR。　REMIND　THEM　THEY　ARE　STILL　IN　DANGER　FROM　THE　TOWER。　WARN　THEM　TO　BE　CAREFUL；　OR　THEY　WILL　BE　KNEELING　TO　ASK　ELAIDA'S　PARDON　YET。
　　　
　　　That　was　all；　no　signature。　Still　in　danger？　That　suggested　it　was　nothing　new；　and　somehow　it　did　not　fit　with　them　being　snared　up　by　the　rebels。　No；　that　was　the　wrong　question。　Who　had　slipped　him　this　note？　Obviously　somebody　who　thought　they　could　not　simply　hand　it　to　him。　Who　had　had　the　opportunity　since　he　put　the　coat　on　this　morning？　It　had　not　been　there　then；　for　sure。　Somebody　who　had　gotten　close。　Somebody。。。　Unbidden；　he　found　himself　humming　a　snatch　of　〃She　Dazzles　My　Eyes　and　Clouds　My　Mind。〃　Around　here　the　tune　had　different　words；　they　called　it　〃Upside　Down　and　'Round　and　'Round。〃　Only　Teslyn　or　Joline　fit；　and　that　was　impossible。
　　　〃Bad　news；　my　Lord？〃　Mistress　Anan　asked。
　　　Mat　stuffed　the　note　into　his　pocket。　〃Does　any　man　ever　get　to　understand　women？　I　don't　mean　just　Aes　Sedai。　Any　women。〃
　　　Jasfer　roared；　and　when　his　wife　directed　a　meaning　gaze　his　way；　he　only　laughed　harder。　The　look　she　gave　Mat　would　have　shamed　an　Aes　Sedai　for　its　perfect　serenity。　〃Men　have　it　quite　easy；　my　Lord；　if　they　only　looked　or　listened。　Women　have　the　difficult　task。　We　must　try　to　understand　men。〃　Jasfer　took　hold　of　the　doorframe；　tears　rolling　down　his　dark　face。　She　eyed　him　sideways；　tilting　her　head；　then　turned；　all　cool　calmness　…　and　punched　him　under　the　ribs　with　her　fist　so　hard　that　his　knees　buckled。　His　laughter　took　on　a　wheeze　without　stopping。　〃There　is　a　saying　in　Ebou　Dar；　my　Lord；〃　she　said　to　Mat　over　her　shoulder。　〃　'A　man　is　a　maze　of　brambles　in　darkness；　and　even　he　does　not　know　the　way。'　〃
　　　Mat　snorted。　Fat　lot　of　help　she　was。　Well；　Teslyn　or　Joline　or　somebody　else　…　it　must　have　been　somebody　else；　if　he　could　only　think　who　…　the　White　Tower　was　a　long　way　away。　Jaichim　Carridin　was　right　here。　He　frowned　at　the　two　corpses。　And　so　were　a　hundred　other　scoundrels。　Somehow　he　would　see　those　two　women　safely　out　of　Ebou　Dar。　The　trouble　was；　he　did　not　have　a　clue　how。　He　wished　those　bloody　dice　would　stop；　and　be　done　with　it。
　　　
　　　The　apartments　Joline　shared　with　Teslyn　were　quite　spacious；