rj.theshadowrising-第102节
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d boots； in a line with others like him that surrounded the field； ten men of the Da'shain Aiel at twice stretched arms' length and then an Ogier； all the way around。 He could see the next field； lined the same way； beyond the soldiers with their shocklances sitting atop armored jo…cars。 A hoverfly buzzed overhead in its patrol； a deadly black metal wasp containing two men。 He was sixteen； and the women had decided his voice was finally deep enough to join in the seed singing。
The soldiers fascinated him； men and Ogier； the way a colorful poisonous snake might。 They killed。 His father's greatfather； Charn； claimed there had been no soldiers once； but Coumin did not believe it。 If there were no soldiers； who would stop the Nightriders and the Trollocs from ing to kill everyone？ Of course； Charn claimed there had not been any Myrddraal or Trollocs then； either。 No Forsaken； no Shadowwrought。 He had many stories he claimed were from a time before soldiers and Nightriders and Trollocs； when he said the Dark Lord of the Grave had been bound away； and no one knew his name； or the word 〃war。〃 Coumin could not imagine such a world； the war had been old when he was born。
He enjoyed Charn's stories even if he could not make himself believe； but some earned the old man frowns and scoldings。 Like when he claimed to have served one of the Forsaken； once。 Not just any Forsaken； but Lanfear herself。 As well say he had served Ishamael。 If Charn had to make up stories； Coumin wished he could say he had served Lews Therin； the great leader himself。 Of course； everyone would ask why he was not serving the Dragon now； but that would be better than the way things were。 Coumin did not like the way citizens looked at Charn when he said that Lanfear had not always been evil。
A stir at the end of the field told him one of the Nym was approaching。 The great form； head and shoulders and chest taller than any Ogier； stepped out onto the seeded ground； and Coumin did not have to see to know he left footprints filled with sprouting things。 It was Someshta； surrounded by clouds of butterflies； white and yellow and blue。 Excited murmurs rose from the townspeople and the folk whose fields these were； gathered to watch。 Each field would have its Nym； now。
Coumin wondered if he could ask Someshta about Charn's stories。 He had spoken to him once； and Someshta was old enough to know if Charn was telling the truth； the Nym were older than anyone。 Some said the Nym never died； not so long as plants grew。 But this was no time to be thinking of questioning a Nym。
The Ogier began it； as was fitting； standing to sing； great bass rumbles like the earth singing。 The Aiel rose； men's voices lifting in their own song； even the deepest at a higher pitch than the Ogier's。 Yet the songs braided together； and Someshta took those threads and wove them into his dance； gliding across the field in swooping strides； arms wide； butterflies swirling about him； landing on his spread fingertips。
Coumin could hear the seed singing around the other fields； hear the women clapping to urge the men on； their rhythm the heartbeat of new life； but it was a distant knowledge。 The song caught him up； and he almost felt that it was himself； not the sounds he made； that Someshta wove into the soil and around the seeds。 Seeds no longer； though。 Zemais sprouts covered the field； taller wherever the Nym's foot had trod。 No blight would touch those plants； nor any insect； seed sung； they would eventually grow twice as high as a man and fill the town's grainbarns。 This was what he had been born for； this song and the other seed songs。 He did not regret the fact that the Aes Sedai had passed him over at ten； saying he lacked the spark。 To have been trained as Aes Sedai would have been wondrous； but surely no more so than this moment。
The song faded slowly； the Aiel guiding its end。 Someshta danced a few steps more after the last voices ceased； and it seemed the song still hung faintly in the air for as long as he moved。 Then he stopped； and it was done。
Coumin was surprised to see that the townspeople were gone； but he had no time to wonder where they had gone or why。 The women were ing； laughing； to congratulate the men。 He was one of the men now； not a boy any longer； though the women alternated between kissing him on the lips and reaching up to ruffle his short red hair。
It was then that he saw the soldier； only a few steps away； watching them。 He had left his shocklance and fancloth battle cape somewhere； but he still wore his helmet； like some monstrous insect's head； its mandibles hiding his face though his black shockvisor was raised。 As if realizing he still stood out； the soldier pulled off the helmet； revealing a dark young man no more than four or five years older than Coumin。 The soldier's unblinking brown eyes met his； and Coumin shivered。 The face was only four or five years older； but those eyes。。。 The soldier would have been chosen to begin his training at ten； too。 Coumin was glad Aiel were spared that choosing。
One of the Ogier； Tomada； came over； tufted ears slanted forward inquisitively。 〃Do you have news； warman？ I saw excitement among the jo…cars while we sang。〃
The soldier hesitated。 〃I suppose I can tell you； though it is not confirmed。 We have a report that Lews Therin led the panions on a strike at Shayol Ghul this morning at dawn。 Something is disrupting munications； but the report is the Bore has been sealed； with most of the Forsaken on the other side。 Maybe all of them。〃
〃Then it is over。〃 Tomada breathed。 〃Over at last； the Light be praised。〃
〃Yes。〃 The soldier looked around； suddenly seeming lost。 〃I。。。 suppose it is。 I suppose。。。〃 He peered at his hands； then let them fall to his sides again。 He sounded weary。 〃The local folk could not wait to begin celebrating。 If the news is true； it might go on for days。 I wonder if。。。 ？ No； they will not want soldiers joining them。 Will you？〃
〃For tonight； perhaps；〃 Tomada said。 〃But we have three more towns to visit before our circuit is done。〃
〃Of course。 You still have work to do。 You have that。〃 The soldier looked around again。 〃There are still Trollocs。 Even if the Forsaken are gone； there are still Trollocs。 And Nightriders。〃 Nodding to himself； he started back toward the jo cars。
Tomada did not appear excited at all； of course； but Coumin felt as stunned as the young soldier。 The war was over？ What would the world be like without war？ Suddenly he had to talk to Charn。
Sounds of merrymaking rolled out to meet him before he reached the town … laughing； singing。 The bells in the town hall tower began ringing exuberantly。 Townspeople danced in the streets； men and women and children。 Coumin dodged between them； searching。 Charn had elected to stay at one of the inns where the Aiel were putting up instead of ing to the singing … even the Aes Sedai could no longer do much for the aches in his aged knees … but surely he would be out for this。
Abruptly something struck Coumin in the mouth and his legs buckled； he was pushing himself to his knees before he realized he was down。 A hand put to his mouth came away bloody。 He looked up to find an angry faced townsman standing over him； nursing a fist。 〃Why did you do that？〃 he asked。
The townsman spat at him。 〃The Forsaken are dead。 Dead； do you hear？ Lanfear will not protect you anymore。 We will root out all of you who served the Forsaken while pretending to be on our side； and treat the lot of you as we treated that crazy old man。〃
A woman was tugging at the man's arm。 〃e away； Toma。 e away； and hold your foolish tongue！ Do you want the Ogier to e for you？〃 Suddenly wary； the man let her pull him away into the crowd。
Struggling to his feet； Coumin began to run； heedless of the blood oozing down his chin。
The inn was empty； silent。 Not even the innkeeper was there； or the cook； or her helpers。 Coumin ran through the building shouting； 〃Charn？ Charn？ Charn？〃
Out back； maybe。 Charn liked to sit under the spiceapple trees behind the inn； and tell his stories of the days when he was young。
Coumin ran out the back door； and tripped； falling on his face。 It was an empty boot that had caught his toe。 One of Charn's red dress boots that he wore all the time； now that he no longer joined in the singing。 Something made Coumin look up。
Charn's white…haired body hung from a rope pulled over the ridgepole； one foot bare where he had kicked his boot off； the fingers of one hand caught at his neck where he had tried to pull the rope free。
〃Why？〃 Coumin said。 〃We are Da'shain。 Why？〃 There was no one to answer。 Clutching the boot to his chest； he knelt there； staring up at Charn； as the noise of revelry washed over him。
Rand quivered。 The light from the columns was a shimmering blue haze that seemed solid； that seemed to claw the nerves out of his skin。 The wind howled； one vast whirlwind sucking inward。 Muradin had managed to veil himself； bloody sockets stared blindly above the black veil。 The Aiel was chewing； and bloody froth dripped onto his chest。 Forward。
Charn made his way down the
