rj.theshadowrising-第193节
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re Laman was beheaded； did you not？ A pity you did not reach Andor。 I have always wanted a piece of Andoran silver。 This necklace is beautiful； too； Mat Cauthon。〃
Listening to her heap praise on both gifts； Rand masked his shock。 For all her skirts and motherly eyes； she was as Aiel as any Maiden of the Spear。
By the time Lian finished； Moiraine and the other Wise Ones arrived with Lan and Egwene。 The Warder's sword drew a single disapproving glance； but the roofmistress weled him warmly after Bair called him Aan'allein。 Yet that was nothing to her greeting for Egwene and Moiraine。
〃You honor my roof； Aes Sedai。〃 The roof mistress's tone made it sound an understatement； she came very close to bowing to them。 〃It is said that we served Aes Sedai before the Breaking of the World and failed them； and for that failure were sent here to the Three…fold Land。 Your presence says that perhaps our sin was not beyond forgiving。〃 Of course。 She had not been to Rhuidean； apparently the prohibition against speaking of what happened in Rhuidean with anyone who had not been there applied even between husband and wife。 And between sister…wives； or whatever the relationship was between Amys and Lian。
Moiraine tried to give Lian a guest gift； too； tiny crystal…and…silver flasks of scent all the way from Arad Doman； but Lian spread her hands。 〃Your very presence is guest gift beyond value； Aes Sedai。 To accept more would dishonor my roof； and me。 I could not bear the shame。〃 She sounded entirely serious； and troubled that Moiraine might press the scent on her。 It was an indication of the relative importance of the Car'a'carn and an Aes Sedai。
〃As you wish；〃 Moiraine said； returning the flasks to her belt pouch。 She was icily serene in blue silk； her pale cloak thrown back。 〃Your Three…fold Land will surely see more Aes Sedai。 We have never had reason to e； before。〃
Amys did not look best pleased over that at all； and flame…haired Melaine stared at Moiraine like a green…eyed cat wondering if she should do something about a large dog that had wandered into her barnyard。 Bair and Seana exchanged troubled glances； but nothing like the two who could channel。
A flurry of gai'shain … men and women alike graceful in cowled white robes； their downcast eyes seeming so strangely submissive in Aiel faces … took Moiraine and Egwene's cloaks； brought damp towels for hands and faces； and tiny silver cups of water to be drunk formally； and finally a meal； served with silver bowls and trays fit for a palace yet eaten from pottery with a blue…striped glaze。 Everyone ate lying on the floor； where white tiles had been set into the stone for a table； heads together； cushions under their chests； radiating out like spokes in a wheel while gai'shain slipped between to place dishes。
Mat struggled； shifting this way and that on his cushions； but Lan lounged as if he had always eaten that way； and Moiraine and Egwene looked almost as fortable。 No doubt they had had practice in the Wise Ones' tents。 Rand found it awkward； yet the food itself was peculiar enough to take most of his attention。
A dark； spicy stew of goat with chopped peppers was unfamiliar but hardly strange； and peas were peas anywhere； or squash。 The same could not be said of the crumbly； coarse yellow bread； or long； bright red beans mixed in with the green； or a dish of bright yellow kernels and bits of pulpy red that Aviendha called zemai and t'mat； or a sweet； bulbous fruit with a tough greenish skin she said came from one of those leafless； spiny plants called kardon。 It was all tasty； though。
He might have enjoyed the meal more if she had not lectured him on everything。 Not sister…wives。 That was left to Amys and Lian； lying on either side of Rhuarc and smiling at each other almost as much as at their husband。 If they had both married him so as not to break up their friendship； it was plain they both loved him。 Rand could not see Elayne and Min agreeing to such an agreement； he wondered why he had even thought of it。 The sun must have cooked his brains。
But if Aviendha left that one explanation to others； she explained everything else in tooth…grinding detail。 Maybe she thought him an idiot for not knowing about sister…wives。 Turned on her right side to face him； she smiled almost sweetly as she told him the spoon could be used for eating the stew or the zemai and t'mat； but her eyes shone with a light that said it was the Wise Ones being there that kept her from hurling a bowl of something at his head。
〃I do not know what I've done to you；〃 he said quietly。 He was very conscious of Melaine on his other side； seeming engrossed in her own low conversation with Seana。 Bair put in a word now and then； but he thought she was bending an ear his way； too。 〃But if you hate being my teacher so much； you do not have to be。 It just popped out。 I'm sure Rhuarc or the Wise Ones will find someone else。〃 The Wise Ones certainly would； if he rid himself of this spy。
〃You have done nothing to me。。。〃 She bared teeth at him； if it was meant to be a smile； it fell considerably short。 〃。 。 。 and you never will。 You may lie however is most fortable for eating； and talk to those around you。 Except for those of us who must instruct instead of sharing the meal； of course。 It is considered polite to talk with those on both sides。〃 From behind her； Mat looked at Rand and rolled his eyes； clearly relieved to be spared that。 〃Unless you are forced to face one in particular； as to teach him。 Take food with your right hand … unless you must lean on that elbow … and。。。〃
It was torture； and she seemed to enjoy it。 The Aiel seemed to set great store by the giving of gifts。 Maybe if he gave her a gift。。。
〃。。。all talk for a time when the meal is done； unless one of us must teach instead； and。。。〃
A bribe。 It did not seem fair to have to bribe someone who was spying on him； but if she meant to go on even half like this； it would be worth it for a little peace。
When the meal was cleared away by gai'shain； and silver cups of dark wine brought； Bair fixed Aviendha with a grim eye across the white tiles； and she subsided sulkily。 Egwene knelt up to reach over Mat and pat her； but it did not appear to help。 At least she was quiet。 Egwene gave him a tight look； either she knew what he was thinking or she considered Aviendha's sulks his fault。
Rhuarc dug out his short…stemmed pipe and tabac pouch； thumbing the bowl full then passing the leather pouch to Mat； who had produced his own silver…mounted pipe。 〃Some have taken news of you to heart； Rand al'Thor； and quickly it seems。 Lian tells me word has e that Jheran； who is clan chief of the Shaarad Aiel； and Bael； of the Goshien； have already reached Alcair Dal。 Erim； of the Chareen； is on his way。〃 He allowed a slender young gai'shain woman to light his pipe with a burning twig。 From the way she moved； with a different sort of grace than the other white…robed men and women； Rand suspected she had been a Maiden of the Spear not too long ago。 He wondered how long she had to continue in her year and a day of service； meek and humble。
Mat grinned at the woman as she knelt to light his pipe； the green…eyed stare she gave him from the depths of her cowl was not meek at all； and wiped the grin right off his face。 Irritably； he rolled onto his belly； a thin blue streamer rising from his pipe。 It was too bad he did not see the satisfaction on her face； or see it wiped away in a blush by one glance from Amys； the green…eyed young woman scurried away looking shamed beyond belief。 And Aviendha； who so hated having had to give up the spear； who still saw herself as spear…sister to a Maiden of whatever clan。。。？ She frowned at the departing gai'shain as Mistress al'Vere would have glared at someone who had spit on the floor。 A strange people。 Egwene was the only one Rand saw with any sympathy in her eyes at all。
〃The Goshien and the Shaarad；〃 he muttered at his wine。 Rhuarc had told him each clan chief would bring a few warriors to the Golden Bowl； for honor； and each sept chief； as well。 Added together； it meant perhaps a thousand from each clan。 Twelve clans。 Twelve thousand men and Maidens； eventually； all tied up in their strange honor and ready to dance the spears if a cat sneezed。 Maybe more； because of the fair。 He looked up。 〃They have a feud； don't they？〃 Rhuarc and Lan both nodded。 〃I know you said that something like the Peace of Rhuidean holds at Alcair Dal； Rhuarc； but I saw how far that Peace held Couladin and the Shaido。 Maybe I had better go right away。 If the Goshien and the Shaarad start fighting。。。 A thing like that could spread。 I want all the Aiel behind me； Rhuarc。〃
〃The Goshien are not Shaido；〃 Melaine said sharply； shaking her red…gold mane like a lioness。
〃Nor are the Shaarad。〃 Bair's reedy voice was thinner than that of the younger woman； but no less definite。 〃Jheran and Bael may try to kill one another； before they return to their holds； but not at Alcair Dal。〃
〃None of which answers Rand al'Thor's question；〃 Rhuarc said。 〃If you go to Alcair Dal before all of the chiefs arrive； those who have not e yet will lose h
