rj.theshadowrising-第7节
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from Siuan Sanche； more than enough distance to hide any twisting of words to avoid an outright lie。 Not to mention the fact that all Elaida's considerable efforts to find this farm had yielded nothing。
〃The Light burn her！〃 For a moment open anger painted her face。 She was not sure whether she meant Siuan Sanche or the Daughter…Heir。 Either would serve。 A slender Accepted heard her； glanced at her face； and went as white as her own dress； Elaida strode by without seeing her。
Apart from everything else； it infuriated her that she could not find Elayne。 Elaida had the Foretelling sometimes； the ability to foresee future events。 If it came seldom and faintly； that was still more than any Aes Sedai had had since Gitara Moroso； dead now twenty years。 The very first thing Elaida had ever Foretold； while still an Accepted … and had known enough even then to keep to herself … was that the Royal line of Andor would be the key to defeating the Dark One in the Last Battle。 She had attached herself to Morgase as soon as it was clear Morgase would succeed to the throne； had built her influence year by patient year。 And now all her effort； all her sacrifice … she might have been Amyrlin herself had she not concentrated all her energies on Andor… might be for naught because Elayne had disappeared。
With an effort she forced her thoughts back to what was important now。 Egwene and Nynaeve came from the same village as that strange young man； Rand al'Thor。 And Min knew him as well； however much she had tried to hide the fact。 Rand al'Thor lay at the heart of it。
Elaida had only seen him once； supposedly a shepherd from the Two Rivers； in Andor； but looking every inch the Aielman。 The Foretelling had e to her at the sight of him。 He was ta'veren； one of those rare individuals who； instead of being woven into the Pattern as the Wheel of Time chose； forced the Pattern to shape itself around them； for a time at least。 And Elaida had seen chaos swirling around him； division and strife for Andor； perhaps for even more of the world。 But Andor must be kept whole； whatever else happened； that first Foretelling had convinced her of that。
There were more threads； enough to snare Siuan in her own web。 If the rumors were to be believed； there were three ta'veren； not just one。 All three from the same village； this Emond's Field； and all three near the same age； odd enough to occasion a good deal of talk in the Tower。 And on Siuan's journey to Shienar； near a year ago now； she had seen them； even talked with them。 Rand al'Thor。 Perrin Aybara。 Matrim Cauthon。 It was said to be mere happenstance。 Just fortuitous chance。 So it was said。 Those who said it did not know what Elaida knew。
When Elaida saw the young al'Thor man； it had been Moiraine who spirited him away。 Moiraine who had acpanied him； and the other two ta'veren； in Shienar。 Moiraine Damodred； who had been Siuan Sanche's closest friend when they were novices together。 Had Elaida been one to make wagers； she would have wagered that no one else in the Tower remembered that friendship。 On the day they were raised Aes Sedai； at the end of the Aiel War； Siuan and Moiraine had walked away from one another and afterward behaved almost like strangers。 But Elaida had been one of the Accepted over those two novices； had taught their lessons and chastised them for slacking at chores； and she remembered。 She could hardly believe that their plot could stretch back so far … al'Thor could not have been born much before that … yet it was the last link to tie them all together。 For her； it was enough。 。
Whatever Siuan was up to； she had to be stopped。 Turmoil and chaos multiplied on every side。 The Dark One was sure to break free… the very thought made Elaida shiver and wrap her shawl around her more tightly … and the Tower had to be aloof from mundane struggles to face that。 The Tower had to be free to pull the strings to make the nations stand together； free of the troubles Rand al'Thor would bring。 Somehow； he had to be stopped from destroying Andor。
She had told no one what she knew of al'Thor。 She meant to deal with him quietly； if possible。 The Hall of the Tower already spoke of watching； even guiding； these ta'veren； they would never agree to dispose of them； of the one in particular； as he must be disposed of。 For the good of the Tower。 For the good of the world。
She made a sound in her throat； close to a growl。 Siuan had always been headstrong； even as a novice had always thought much of herself for a poor fisherman's daughter； but how could she be fool enough to mix the Tower in this without telling the Hall？ She knew what was ing as well as anyone。 The only way it could be worse was if。。。。
Abruptly Elaida stopped； staring at nothing。 Could it be that this al'Thor could channel？ Or one of the others？ Most likely it would be al'Thor。 No。 Surely not。 Not even Siuan would touch one of those。 She could not。 〃Who knows what that woman could do？〃 she muttered。 〃She was never fit to be the Amyrlin Seat。〃
〃Talking to yourself； Elaida？ I know you Reds never have friends outside your own Ajah； but surely you have friends to talk to inside it。〃
Elaida turned her head to regard Alviarin。 The swan…necked Aes Sedai stared back with the insufferable coolness that was a hallmark of the White Ajah。 There was no love lost between Red and White； they had stood on opposite sides in the Hall of the Tower for a thousand years。 White stood with Blue； and Siuan had been a Blue。 But Whites prided themselves on dispassionate logic。
〃Walk with me；〃 Elaida said。 Alviarin hesitated before falling in beside her。
At first the White sister arched a disparaging eyebrow at what Elaida had to say concerning Siuan； but before the end she was frowning in concentration。 〃You have no proof of anything。。。 improper；〃 she said when Elaida finally fell silent。
〃Not yet；〃 Elaida said firmly。 She permitted herself a tight smile when Alviarin nodded。 It was a beginning。 One way or another； Siuan would be stopped before she could destroy the Tower。
Well hidden in a stand of tall leatherleaf above the north bank of the River Taren； Dain Bornhald tossed back his white cloak； with its flaring golden sun on the breast； and raised the stiff leather tube of a looking glass to his eye。 A cloud of tiny bitemes buzzed around his face； but he ignored them。 In the village of Taren Ferry； across the river； tall stone houses stood on high foundations against the floods that came every spring。 Villagers hung out of windows or waited on stoops to stare at the thirty white…cloaked riders sitting their horses in burnished plate…and…mail。 A delegation of village men and women were meeting with the horsemen。 Rather； they were listening to Jaret Byar； from what Bornhald could see； which was much the best。
Bornhald could almost hear his father's voice。 Let them think there is a chance； and some fool will try to take it。 Then there's killing to do； and another fool will try to avenge the first； so there's more killing。 Put the fear of the Light into them from the first； let them know no one will be harmed if they do as they're told； and you'll have no trouble。
His jaw tightened at the thought of his father； dead now。 He was going to do something about that； and soon。 He was sure only Byar knew why he had leaped to accept this mand； aimed at an all…but…forgotten district in the hinterlands of Andor； and Byar would hold his tongue。 Byar had been as dedicated to Dain's father as a hound； and he had transferred all that loyalty to Dain。 Bornhald had had no hesitation in naming Byar second under him when Eamon Valda gave him the mand。
Byar turned his horse and rode back onto the ferry。 Immediately the ferrymen cast off and began hauling the barge across by means of a heavy rope slung over the swiftly flowing water。 Byar glanced at the men at the rope； they eyed him nervously as they tramped the length of the barge； then trotted back to take up the cable again。 It all looked good。
〃Lord Bornhald？〃
Bornhald lowered the looking glass and turned his head。 The hard…faced man who had appeared at his shoulder stood rigid； staring straight ahead from under a conical helmet。 Even after the hard journey from Tar Valon … and Bornhald had pressed every mile … his armor shone as brightly as his snowy cloak with its golden sunburst。
〃Yes； Child Ivon？〃
〃Hundredman Farran sent me； my Lord。 It's the Tinkers。 Ordeith was talking to three of them； my Lord； and now none of the three can be found。〃
〃Blood and ashes！〃 Bornhald spun on his bootheel and strode back into the trees； Ivon at his heels。
Out of sight of the river； white…cloaked horsemen clogged the spaces between leatherleafs and pines； lances held with casual familiarity or bows laid across their pommels。 The horses stamped their hooves impatiently and flicked their tails。 The riders waited more stolidly； this would not be their first river crossing into strange territory； and this time no one would be trying to stop them。
In a large clearing beyond the mounted men stood a caravan of the Tuatha'an； the Traveling People。 Tinkers。 Nearly a hundred horse…drawn wagons； like small； boxy houses on wheels； made an eye…jarring blend of colors； red and green and yellow and every hue imaginable in binations
