rj.theshadowrising-第187节
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Min exchanged one startled look with Leane; and they were both galloping after her。 The man looked back at the sound of running hooves and began to run himself; but Siuan cut Bela in front of him; he bounced off the mare with a grunt。 Min reached them just in time to hear Siuan say; 〃I did not think to meet you here; Logain。〃
Min gaped。 It was him。 Those despairing eyes and that once handsome face framed by dark hair curling to his broad shoulders were unmistakable。 Just who they needed to find。 A man the Tower wanted very likely as much as Siuan。
Logain slumped to his knees as though his fatigued legs would not hold him any longer。 〃I cannot harm anyone now;〃 he said tiredly; staring at the paving stones beneath Bela's hooves。 〃I just wanted to get away; to die somewhere in peace。 If you only knew what it was like to have lost。。。〃 Leane sawed her reins angrily as he trailed off; he began again without noticing。 〃The bridges are all guarded。 They will let no one across。 They did not know me; but they would not let me cross。 I have tried them all。〃 Abruptly he laughed; wearily; but as if it were very funny indeed。 〃I have tried them all。〃
〃I think;〃 Min said carefully; 〃we should be going。 He probably wants to avoid those who must be looking for him。〃 Siuan shot her a look that almost made her rein her horse back; all icy eyes and hard chin。 It would not have been dreadful if the woman had retained a little of the uncertainty she displayed previously。
Raising his head; the big man looked from one of them to the next; a slow frown forming。 〃You are not Aes Sedai。 Who are you? What do you want of me?〃
〃I am the woman who can take you out of Tar Valon;〃 Siuan told him。 〃And perhaps give you a chance to strike back at the Red Ajah。 You would like a chance to get back at those who captured you; wouldn't you?〃
A shudder passed through him。 〃What must I do?〃 he said slowly。
〃Follow me;〃 she replied。 〃Follow me; and remember that I am the only one in the entire world who will give you your chance of revenge。〃
From his knees he studied them with his head tilted; examining each face; then pushed himself to his feet; his eyes fixed on Siuan。 〃I am your man;〃 he said simply。
Leane's face looked as incredulous as Min felt。 What use under the Light could Siuan possibly have for a man of doubtful sanity who had once falsely proclaimed himself the Dragon Reborn? At the least he might turn on them to steal one of their horses! Eyeing the height of him; the breadth of his shoulders; Min thought they had better keep their belt knives handy。 Suddenly; for a moment; that flaring halo of gold and blue shone about his head; speaking of glory to e as surely as it had the first time she had seen it。 She shivered。 Viewings。 Images。
She glanced over her shoulder toward the Tower; the thick white shaft dominating the city; whole and straight; yet broken as surely as if it lay in ruins。 For a moment she let herself think of the images she had glimpsed; just for a moment; flickering around Gawyn's head。 Gawyn kneeling at Egwene's feet with his head bowed; and Gawyn breaking Egwene's neck; first one then the other; as if either could be the future。
The things she saw were very rarely as clear in meaning as those two; and she had never before seen that fluttering back and forth; as though not even the viewing could tell which would be the true future。 Worse; she had a feeling near to certainty that it was what she had done this day that had turned Gawyn toward those two possibilities。
Despite the sun; she shivered again。 What's done is done。 She glanced at the two Aes Sedai … former Aes Sedai … both now studying Logain as though he were a trained hound; ferocious; possibly dangerous; but useful。 Siuan and Leane turned their horses toward the river; Logain striding between。 Min followed more slowly。 Light; I hope it was worth it。
Chapter 48
(Spears and Shield)
An Offer Refused
〃Is that the kind of woman you like?〃 Aviendha said contemptuously。
Rand looked down at her; striding along at Jeade'en's stirrup in her heavy skirts; brown shawl doubled over her head。 Big blue…green eyes flashed up at him from beneath her wide headscarf as if she wished she still had the spear the Wise Ones had scolded her for taking up during the Trolloc attack。
Sometimes it made him unfortable; her walking while he rode; but he had tried walking with her; and his feet were grateful for a horse。 Occasionally … very occasionally … he had managed to get her to ride behind his saddle; by plaining that he was getting a crick in his neck talking to her。 Riding a horse did not exactly violate custom; it turned out; yet contempt for not using your own legs to carry you kept her afoot most of the time。 One laugh from any of the Aiel; especially a Maiden; even one looking the other way; was enough to have her off Jeade'en in a flash。
〃She is soft; Rand al'Thor。 Weak。〃
He glanced back over at the boxlike white wagon leading the peddlers' train in a crooked; lurching snake across the dusty; broken landscape; escorted by Jindo Maidens again today。 Isendre was up with Kadere and the driver; seated on the heavyset peddler's lap; her chin on his shoulder while he held a small; blue silk parasol to shade her … and himself; too … from the harsh sun。 Even in a white coat; Kadere continually mopped his dark face with a large handkerchief; more affected by the heat than she; in her sleek; clinging gown that matched the parasol。 Rand was not close enough to be sure; but he thought her dark eyes were on him above the misty scarf wrapped about her face and head。 She usually seemed to be watching him。 Kadere did not appear to mind。
〃I do not think Isendre is soft;〃 he said quietly; adjusting the shoufa around his head; it did keep the broiling sun off after a fashion。 He had resisted donning any more Aiel garb; no matter how much more suited to the climate than his red wool coat。 Whatever his blood; whatever the marks on his forearms; he was not Aiel; and he would not pretend。 Whatever he had to do; he could hang on to that scrap of decency。 〃No; I would not say that。〃
On the driver's seat of the second wagon; fat Keille and the gleeman; Natael; were arguing again。 Natael had the reins; though he did not drive as well as the man who usually did the job。 Sometimes they looked at Rand; too; quick glances before diving back into their quarrel。 But then; everyone did。 The long column of Jindo on the other side of him; the Wise Ones beyond them; with Moiraine and Egwene and Lan。 Among the more distant; thicker line of Shaido he thought heads turned toward him; too。 It did not surprise him now any more than it ever had。 He was He Who es With the Dawn。 Everyone wanted to know what he would do。 They would find out soon enough。
〃Soft;〃 Aviendha grunted。 〃Elayne is not soft。 You belong to Elayne; you should not be caressing eyes with this milk…skinned wench。〃 She shook her head fiercely; muttering half to herself; 〃Our ways shock her。 She could not accept them。 Why should I care if she can? I want no part of this! It cannot be! If I could; I would take you gai'shain and give you to Elayne!〃
〃Why should Isendre accept Aiel ways?〃
The wide…eyed look she gave him was so startled he almost laughed。 Immediately she scowled as if he had done something infuriating。 Aiel women were surely no easier to understand than any others。
〃You are certainly not soft; Aviendha。〃 She should take it for a pliment; the woman was as rough as a honing stone sometimes。 〃Explain to me about the roofmistress again。 If Rhuarc is clan chief of the Taardad and chief of Cold Rocks Hold; how is it that the hold belongs to his wife and not him?〃
She glowered at him a moment longer; lips working as she muttered under her breath; before answering。 〃Because she is roofmistress; you stone…headed wetlander。 A man cannot own a roof any more than he can own land! Sometimes you wetlanders sound like savages。〃
〃But if Lian is roofmistress of Cold Rocks because she is Rhuarc's wife …〃
〃That is different! Will you never understand? A child understands!〃 Taking a deep breath; she adjusted the shawl around her face。 She was a pretty woman; except for looking at him most of the time as if he had mitted some crime against her。 What it might be; he did not know。 White…haired Bair; leathery…faced and as reluctant to speak of Rhuidean as ever; had finally; unwillingly told him that Aviendha had not visited the glass columns: she would not do that until she was ready to bee a Wise One。 So why did she hate him? It was a mystery he would have liked an answer to。
〃I will attack it from another direction;〃 she grumbled at him。 〃When a woman is to marry; if she does not already own a roof; her family builds one for her。 On her wedding day her new husband carries her away from her family across his shoulder; with his brothers holding off her sisters; but at the door he puts her down and asks her permission to enter。 The roof is hers。 She can。。。〃
These lectures had been the most pleasant thing in the eleven days and nights since the Trolloc attack。 Not