rj.theshadowrising-第148节
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Carridin raised an eyebrow questioningly。 〃Have you discovered yet who killed her？〃
His own supposition was that Andric himself had had the deed done； in the belief that the Panarch favored one of the rebel claimants to the throne。 The King may have been right； but he had discovered after calling what he could of the Assembly of Lords … a good many were with one or another of the rebel groups out in the country … that they were remarkably stubborn about ratifying his choice。 Even had the Lady Amathera not been currently sharing Andric's bed； election of King and Panarch was the only real power the Assembly had； and they did not seem to want to give it up。 The difficulties over the Lady Amathera were not supposed to be known。 Even the Assembly realized that that news might set off riots。
〃One of the Dragonsworn madmen assuredly；〃 the owl…looking man said； giving his mustache a fierce tug。 〃No true Taraboner would harm the Panarch； yes？〃 He almost sounded as if he believed it。
〃Of course；〃 Carridin said smoothly。 He took another sip of wine。 〃If I am to secure the Panarch's Palace for the ascension of the Lady Amathera； I must hear from the King himself。 Otherwise； it might appear the Children of the Light were reaching for power in Tarabon； when all we seek is； as you say； an end to division； and peace under the Light。〃
An older； square…jawed leopard； white streaking his dark yellow hair； spoke up in cold tones。 〃I have heard that Pedron Niall seeks unity against the Dragonsworn。 Unity under himself； is it not？〃
〃The Lord Captain mander seeks no dominion；〃 Carridin replied just as icily。 〃The Children serve the Light； as do all men of good will。〃
〃There can be no question；〃 the first leopard put in； 〃of Tarabon being subject in any way to Amador。 No question！〃 Angry agreement rumbled from nearly every chair。
〃Of course not；〃 Carridin said as though the thought had never crossed his mind。 〃If you wish my aid； I will give it … under the conditions I have stated。 If you do not； there is always work for the Children。 Service to the Light never ends； for the Shadow waits everywhere。〃
〃You will have sureties signed and sealed by the King；〃 a graying； lion…masked man said； the first words he had spoken。 He was； of course； Andric himself； though Carridin was not supposed to know。 The King could not meet with an Inquisitor of the Hand of the Light without causing talk any more than he could visit a wineshop； even the Garden of Silver Breezes。
Carridin nodded。 〃When they are in my hand； I will secure the Panarch's Palace； and the Children will suppress any。。。 divisive elements。。。 who attempt to interfere with the investiture。 Under the Light； I swear it。〃 Tension drained out of the Taraboners visibly； they upended their goblets as if trying to replace it with wine； even Andric。
So far as the people of Tarabon were concerned； the Children would have the blame for the inevitable killings； not the King； or the army of Tarabon。 Once Amathera was invested with the Crown and Staff of the Tree； a few more of the Assembly might well join the rebels； but if the rest admitted they had not elected her the news would set Tanchico afire。 As for any tales that came from those who fled … why； rebels would spread any sort of treasonous lie。 And the King and Panarch of Tarabon would both dangle on strings Carridin could hand to Pedron Niall to do with as he pleased。
Not such a grand prize as it would have been when the King of Tarabon controlled more than a few hundred square miles around Tanchico； yet it might be grand again。 With the aid of the Children … a legion or two would be needed at least； not just the five hundred men Carridin had … the Dragonsworn might yet be crushed； the various rebels defeated； even the war with Arad Doman successfully prosecuted。 If either country still realized it was fighting the other。 Arad Doman was in worse condition than Tarabon； so Carridin heard。
In truth； he hardly cared if Tarabon fell under the Children's sway； or Tanchico； or any of it。 There were motions to go through； things to do that he had always done； but it was difficult to think of anything except when his own throat would be cut。 Perhaps he would long to have his throat cut。 Two whole months since the last report。
He did not stay to drink with the Taraboners； but made his goodbyes； as shortly as he could。 If they took offense； they needed him too much to show it。 Selindrin saw him e down； and a stableboy was trotting his horse up to the front door when he reached the street。 Tossing the boy a copper； he spurred the black gelding to a quick canter。 The ragged folk in the twisty streets got out of his way； which was to the good； he was not sure he would notice if he trampled one of them。 Not that it would be any loss。 The city was full of beggars； he could hardly breathe without the stench of old； sour sweat and dirt。 Tamrin ought to sweep them up and sweep them out； let the rebels in the country contend with them。
It was the country that held his mind； but not the rebels。 They could be dealt with easily enough； after word began to spread that this one or that was a Darkfriend。 And once he managed to turn a few of them over to the Hand of the Light； they would stand up before everyone and confess to worshipping the Dark One； eating children； anything and everything they were told。 The rebels could not last long after that； the pretenders still in the field would wake to find themselves alone。 But the Dragonsworn； the men and women who had actually declared for the Dragon Reborn； would not fall away for a charge of being Darkfriends。 Most people already considered them so； swearing to follow a man who could channel。
It was the man they had sworn to follow who was the problem； the man whose name they did not even know。 Rand al'Thor。 Where was he？ A hundred bands of Dragonsworn out there； at least two large enough to be called armies； fighting the King's army … such of it as still held allegiance to Andric … fighting the rebels … who were busy fighting each other as often as Andric or the Dragonsworn … yet Carridin had no clue to which band sheltered Rand al'Thor。 He could be on Almoth Plain or in Arad Doman； where the situation was the same。 If he was； Jaichim Carridin was a dead man in all likelihood。
At the palace on the Verana he had mandeered for the Children's headquarters； he tossed his reins to one of the white…cloaked guards and stalked inside without returning their salutes。 The owner of this ornate mass of pale domes and lacy spires and shaded gardens had put forward a claim to the Throne of the Light； and no one plained at the occupation。 Least of all the owner； what was left of his head still adorned a spike above the Traitors' Steps； on the Maseta。
For once Carridin barely glanced at fine Tarabon carpets； or furnishings worked with gold and ivory； or fountained courts where splashing water made a cool sound。 Broad hallways with golden lamps and high ceilings covered in delicate gold…work scrolls interested him not at all。 This palace could match the finest in Amadicia； if not the largest； yet foremost in his mind right then was the strong brandy in the room he had taken for a study。
He was halfway across a priceless carpet； all patterned blue and scarlet and gold； eyes fixed on the carved cabinet that held a silver flask of double…distilled brandy； when suddenly he realized he was not alone。 A woman in a clinging； pale…red gown stood near the tall； narrow windows overlooking one of the tree…shaded gardens； her honey…colored hair in braids that brushed her shoulders。 A misty scrap of veil did nothing to hide her face。 Young and pretty； with a rosebud mouth and large brown eyes； she was no servant； not dressed like that。
〃Who are you？〃 he demanded irritably。 〃How did you get in here？ Leave at once； or I'll have you tossed into the street。〃
〃Threats； Bors？ You should be more weling to a guest； yes？〃
That name jolted him to his heels。 Before he thought； he had his sword out； lunging for her throat。
Something seized him … the air turned to crawling jelly … something forced him to his knees； encased him from the neck down。 It tightened around his wrist until bones grated； his hand popped open； and his sword fell。 The Power。 She was using the One Power on him。 A Tar Valon witch。 And if she knew that name。。。
〃Do you remember；〃 she said； ing closer； 〃a meeting where Ba'alzamon himself appeared； and showed us the faces of Matrim Cauthon； and Perrin Aybara； and Rand al'Thor？〃 She practically spat the names； especially the last； her eyes could have drilled holes in steel。 〃You see？ I know who you are； yes？ You pledged your soul to the Great Lord of the Dark； Bors。〃 Her sudden laugh was a tinkling of bells。
Sweat popped out on his face。 Not just a despised Tar Valon witch。 Black Ajah。 She was Black Ajah。 He had thought it would be a Myrddraal that came for him。 He had thought there was time yet。 More time。 Not yet。 〃I have tried to kill him；〃 he babbled。 〃Rand al'Thor。 I have tried！ But I cannot find him。 I cannot！ I was told my family would be killed if I failed； one by o
