rj.theshadowrising-第47节
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She climbed onto the bed and took the leather…bound book on her knees； frowning at an engraved map of Tanchico。 Little of any use was marked； really。 A dozen fortresses； surrounding the harbor； guarding the city on its three hilly peninsulas； the Verana to the east； the Maseta in the center； and the Calpene nearest the sea。 Useless。 Several large squares； some open areas that seemed to be parks； and a number of monuments to rulers long since dust。 All useless。 A few palaces； and things that seemed strange。 The Great Circle； for instance； on the Calpene。 On the map it was just a ring； but Master Romavni described it as a huge gathering place that could hold thousands to watch horse races or displays of fireworks by the Illuminators。 There was also a King's Circle； on the Maseta and larger than the Great Circle； and a Panarch's Circle； on the Verana； just a little smaller。 The Chapter House of the Guild of Illuminators was marked as well。 They were all useless。 The text certainly had nothing of use。
〃Are you certain you want to try this without the ring？〃 Nynaeve asked quietly。
〃Certain；〃 Egwene replied as calmly as she could。 Her stomach was leaping as badly as it had when she saw that first Trolloc tonight； holding that poor woman by the hair and slitting her throat like a rabbit's。 The woman had screamed like a rabbit； too。 Killing the Trolloc had done her no good； the woman was as dead as the Trolloc。 Only her shrill scream would not go away。 〃If it doesn't work； I can always try again with the ring。〃 She leaned over to mark the candle with a thumbnail。 〃Wake me when it burns down to there。 Light； but I wish we had a clock。〃
Elayne laughed at her； a lighthearted trill； and it very nearly sounded unforced。 〃A clock in a bedchamber？ My mother has a dozen clocks； but I never heard of a clock in a bedchamber。〃
〃Well； my father has one clock；〃 Egwene grumbled； 〃the only one in the whole village； and I wish I had it here。 Do you think it will burn that far in an hour？ I don't want to sleep longer than that。 You must wake me as soon as the flame reaches that mark。 As soon as！〃
〃We will；〃 Elayne said soothingly。 〃I promise it。〃
〃The stone ring；〃 Aviendha said suddenly。 〃Since you are not using it； Egwene； could not someone … one of us … use it to go with you？〃
〃No；〃 Egwene muttered。 Light； I wish they could all e with me。 〃Thank you for the thought； though。〃
〃Can only you use it； Egwene？〃 the Aiel woman asked。
〃Any of us might；〃 Nynaeve replied； 〃even you； Aviendha。 A woman needn't be able to channel； only sleep with it touching her skin。 A man might be able to； for all we know。 But we do not know Tel'aran'rhiod as well as Egwene； or the rules of it。〃
Aviendha nodded。 〃I see。 A woman can make mistakes where she does not know the ways； and her mistakes can kill others as well as herself。〃
〃Exactly；〃 Nynaeve said。 〃The World of Dreams is a dangerous place。 That much we do know。〃
〃But Egwene will be careful；〃 Elayne added； speaking to Aviendha but obviously meaning it for Egwene's ears。 〃She promised。 She will look around … carefully！ … and no more。〃
Egwene concentrated on the map。 Careful。 If she had not guarded her twisted stone ring so jealously … she thought of it as hers； the Hall of the Tower might not agree； but they did not know she had it … if she had been willing to let Elayne or Nynaeve use it more than once or twice； they might know enough to e with her now。 Yet it was not regret that made her avoid looking at the other women。 She did not want them to see the fear in her eyes。
Tel'aran'rhiod。 The Unseen World。 The World of Dreams。 Not the dreams of ordinary people； though sometimes they touched Tel'aran'rhiod briefly； in dreams that seemed as true as life。 Because they were。 In the Unseen World； what happened was real； in a strange way。 Nothing that happened there affected what was … a door opened in the World of Dreams would still be shut in the real world； a tree cut down there still stood here … yet a woman could be killed there； or stilled。 〃Strange〃 barely began to describe it。 In the Unseen World the whole world lay open； and maybe other worlds； too； any place was attainable。 Or at least； its reflection in the World of Dreams was。 The weave of the Pattern could be read there … past； present and future … by one who knew how。 By a Dreamer。 There had not been a Dreamer in the White Tower since Corianin Nedeal； nearly five hundred years earlier。
Four hundred and seventy three years； to be exact； Egwene thought。 Or is it four…hundred seventy…four now？ When did Corianin die？ If Egwene had had a chance to finish novice training in the Tower； to study there as an Accepted； perhaps she would know。 There was so much she might have known； then。
A list lay in Egwene's pouch of the ter'angreal； most small enough to slip into a pocket； that had been stolen by the Black Ajah when they fled the Tower。 They all three had a copy。 Thirteen of those stolen ter'angreal had 〃no known use〃 written alongside； and 〃last studied by Corianin Nedeal。〃 But if Corianin Sedai had truly not discovered their uses； Egwene was sure of one of them。 They gave entrance to Tel'aran'rhiod； not as easily as the stone ring； perhaps； and perhaps not without channeling； but they did it。
Two they had recovered from Joiya and Amico： an iron disc； three inches across； scribed on both sides with a tight spiral； and a plaque no longer than her hand； apparently clear amber yet hard enough to scratch steel； with a sleeping woman somehow carved into the middle of it。 Amico had spoken freely of them； and so had Joiya； after a session alone in her cell with Moiraine that had left the Darkfriend pale…faced and almost civil。 Channel a flow of Spirit into either ter'angreal； and it would take you into sleep and then into Tel'aran'rhiod。 Elayne had tried both of them briefly； and they worked； though all she saw was the inside of the Stone； and Morgase's Royal Palace in Caemlyn。
Egwene had not wanted her to try； however fleeting the visit； but not from jealousy。 She had not been able to argue very effectively； though； for she had been afraid Elayne and Nynaeve would hear what was in her voice。
Two recovered meant eleven still with the Black Ajah。 That was the point Egwene had tried to make。 Eleven ter'angreal that could take a woman to Tel'aran'rhiod； all in the hands of Black sisters。 When Elayne made her short journeys into the Unseen World； she could have found the Black Ajah waiting for her； or walked into them before she knew they were there。 The thought made Egwene's stomach writhe。 They could be waiting for her now。 Not likely； not on purpose … how would they know she was ing？ … but they could be there when she stepped through。 One she could face； unless she was caught by surprise； and she did not mean to allow that。 But if they did surprise her？ Two or three of them together？ Liandrin and Rianna； Chesmal Emry and Jeane Caide and all the rest at once？
Frowning at the map； she made her hands loosen their white knuckled grip。 Tonight had given everything urgency。 If Shadowspawn could attack the Stone； if one of the Forsaken could suddenly appear in their midst； she could not give in to fear。 They had to know what to do。 They had to have something besides Amico's vague tale。 Something。 If only she could learn where Mazrim Taim was in his caged journey to Tar Valon； or if she could somehow slip into the Amyrlin's dreams and speak to her。 Perhaps those things were possible for a Dreamer。 If they were； she did not know how。 Tanchico was what she had to work with。
〃I must go alone； Aviendha。 I must。〃 She thought her voice was calm and steady； but Elayne patted her shoulder。
Egwene did not know why she was scrutinizing the map。 She already had it fixed in her head； everything in relation to everything else。 Whatever existed in this world existed in the World of Dreams； and sometimes more besides； of course。 She had her destination chosen。 She thumbed through the book to the only engraving showing the inside of a building named on the map； the Panarch's Palace。 It would do no good to find herself in a chamber if she had no idea where it was in the city。 None of it might do any good in any case。 She put that out of her mind。 She had to believe there was some chance。
The engraving showed a large room with a high ceiling。 A rope strung along waist high posts would keep anyone from going too close to the things displayed on stands and in open fronted cabinets along the walls。 Most of those displays were indistinct； but not what stood at the far end of the room。 The artist had taken pains to show the massive skeleton standing there as if the rest of the creature had that moment disappeared。 It had four thick boned legs； but otherwise resembled no animal Egwene had ever seen。 For one thing； it had to stand at least two spans high； well over twice her height。 The rounded skull； set low on the shoulders like a bull's； looked big enough for a child to climb inside； and in the picture it seemed to have four eye sockets。 The skeleton marked the room off from any other； there was no mistaking it for anything but
