rj.thegreathunt-第41节
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t the witches be no so bad as some make them out； anyway。 I'd no say so much to many men。 I know a money changer who do handle such。 You'll no have to give me another； with as few as be here tonight。 More ale for you； Bayle？〃
He nodded numbly； though his mug was still almost full； and she trundled off。 She was a friend； and would not speak of what she had seen。 He sat staring at the leather pouch。 Another mug was brought before he could make himself open it enough to look at the coins inside。 He stirred them with a callused finger。 Gold marks glittered up at him in the lamplight； every one of them bearing the damning Flame of Tar Valon。 Hurriedly he tied the bag。 Dangerous coins。 One or two might pass； but so many would say to most people exactly what Nieda thought。 There were Children of the Light in the city； and although there was no law in Illian against dealing with Aes Sedai； he would never make it to a magistrate if the Whitecloaks heard of this。 These men had made sure he would not simply take the gold and stay in Illian。
While he was sitting there worrying； Yarin Maeldan； his brooding； stork…like second on Spray； came into the Badger with his brows pulled down to his long nose and stood over the captain's table。 〃Carn's dead； Captain。〃
Domon stared at him； frowning。 Three others of his men had already been killed； one each time he refused a mission that would take him east。 The magistrates had done nothing； the streets were dangerous at night； they said； and sailors a rough and quarrelsome lot。 Magistrates seldom troubled themselves with what happened in the Perfumed Quarter； as long as no respectable citizens were injured。
〃But this time I did accept them；〃 he muttered。
〃'Tisn't all； Captain；〃 Yarin said。 〃They worked Carn with knives； like they wanted him to tell them something。 And some more men tried to sneak aboard Spray not an hour gone。 The dock watch ran them off。 Third time in ten days； and I never knew wharf rats to be so persistent。 They like to let an alarm die down before they try again。 And somebody tossed my room at the Silver Dolphin last night。 Took some silver； so I'd think it was thieves； but they left that belt buckle of mine； the one set with garnets and moonstones； lying right out in plain sight。 What's going on； Captain？ The men are afraid； and I'm a little nervous myself。〃
Domon reared to his feet。 〃Roust the crew； Yarin。 Find them and tell them Spray sails as soon as there do be men enough aboard to handle her。〃 Stuffing the parchment into his coat pocket； he snatched up the bag of gold and pushed his second out the door ahead of him。 〃Roust them； Yarin； for I'll leave any man who no makes it； standing on the quay as he is。〃
Domon gave Yarin a shove to start him running； then stalked off toward the docks。 Even footpads who heard the clinking of the pouch he carried steered clear of him； for he walked now like a man going to do murder。
There were already crewmen scrambling aboard Spray when he arrived； and more running barefoot down the stone quay。 They did not know what he feared was pursuing him； or even that anything did pursue him； but they knew he made good profits； and after the Illianer way； he gave shares to the crew。
Spray was eighty feet long； with two masts； and broad in the beam； with room for deck cargo as well as in the holds。 Despite what Domon had told the Cairhienin … if they had been Cairhienin … he thought she could stand the open water。 The Sea of Storms was quieter in the summer。
〃She'll have to；〃 he muttered； and strode below to his cabin。
He tossed the sack of gold on his bed； built neatly against the hull like everything else in the stern cabin； and dug out the parchment。 Lighting a lantern； hanging in its swivel from the overhead； he studied the sealed document； turning it as if he could read what was inside without opening it。 A rap on the door made him frown。
〃e。〃
Yarin stuck his head in。 〃They're all aboard but three I couldn't find； Captain。 But I've spread the word through every tavern； hell； and crib in the quarter。 They'll be aboard before it's light enough to start upriver。〃
〃Spray do sail now。 To sea。〃 Domon cut off Yarin's protests about light and tides； and Spray not being built for the open sea。 〃Now！ Spray can clear the bars at dead low tide。 You've no forgotten how to sail by the stars； have you？ Take her out； Yarin。 Take her out now； and e back to me when we be beyond the breakwater。〃
His second hesitated … Domon never let a tricky bit of sailing pass without him on deck giving orders； and taking Spray out in the night would be all of that； shallow draft or no … then nodded and vanished。 In moments the sounds of Yarin shouting orders and bare feet thumping on the decks overhead penetrated Domon's cabin。 He ignored them； even when the ship lurched； catching the tide。
Finally he lifted the mantle of the lantern and stuck a knife into the flame。 Smoke curled up as oil burned off the blade； but before the metal could turn red； he pushed charts out of the way and pressed the parchment flat on his desk； working the hot steel slowly under the sealing wax。 The top fold lifted。
It was a simple document； without preamble or salutation； and it made sweat break out on his forehead。
The bearer of this is a Darkfriend wanted in Cairhien for murders and other foul crimes； least among them； theft from Our Person。 We call upon you to seize this man and all things found in his keeping； to the smallest。 Our representative will e to carry away what he has stolen from Us。 Let all he possesses； save what We claim； go to you at reward for taking him。 Let the vile miscreant himself be hanged immediately； that his Shadow…spawned villainy no longer taint the Light。
Sealed by Our Hand
Galldrian su Riatin Rie
King of Cairhien
Defender of the Dragonwall
In thin red wax below the signature were impressed the Rising Sun seal of Cairhien and the Five Stars of House Riatin。
〃Defender of the Dragonwall； my aged grandmother；〃 Domon croaked。 〃Fine right the man do have to call himself that any longer。〃
He examined the seals and signature minutely； holding the document close to the lamp； with his nose all but brushing the parchment； but he could find no flaw in the one； and for the other； he had no idea what Galldrian's hand looked like。 If it was not the King himself who had signed it； he suspected that whoever had had made a good imitation of Galldrian's scrawl。 In any case； it made no real difference。 In Tear； the letter would be instantly damning in the hands of an Illianer。 Or in Mayene； with Tairen influence so strong。 There was no war now； and men from either port came and went freely； but there was as little love for Illianers in Tear as the other way round。 Especially with an excuse like this。
For a moment he thought of putting the parchment into the lantern's flame … it was a dangerous thing to have； in Tear or Illian or anywhere he could imagine … but finally he tucked it carefully into a secret cubbyhole behind his desk； concealed by a panel only he knew how to open。
〃My possessions； eh？〃
He collected old things； as much as he could living on shipboard。 What he could not buy； because it was too expensive or too large； he collected by seeing and remembering。 All those remnants of times gone； those wonders scattered around the world that had first pulled him aboard a ship as boy。 He had added four to his collection in Maradon this last trip； and it had been then that the Darkfriend pursuit began。 And Trollocs； too； for a time。 He had heard that Whitebridge had been burned to the ground right after he sailed from there； and there had been rumors of Myrddraal as well as Trollocs。 It was that； all of it together； that had first convinced him he was not imagining things； that had had him on guard when that first odd mission was offered； too much money for a simple voyage to Tear； and a thin tale for a reason。
Digging into his chest； he set out on the desk what he had bought in Maradon。 A lightstick； left from the Age of Legends； or so it was said。 Certainly no one knew the making of them any longer。 Expensive； that； and rarer than an honest magistrate。 It looked like a plain glass rod； thicker than his thumb and not quite as long as his forearm； but when held in the hand it glowed as brightly as a lantern。 Lightsticks shattered like glass； too； he had nearly lost Spray in the fire caused by the first he had owned。 A small； age…dark ivory carving of a man holding a sword。 The fellow who sold it claimed if you held it long enough you started to feel warm。 Domon never had； and neither had any of the crew he let hold it； but it was old； and that was enough for Domon。 The skull of a cat as big as a lion； and so old it was turned to stone。 But no lion had ever had fangs； almost tusks； a foot long。 And a thick disk the size of a man's hand； half white and half black； a sinuous line separating the colors。 The shopkeeper in Maradon had said it was from the Age of Legends； thinking he lied； but Domon had haggled only a little before paying； because he recognized
