rj.theshadowrising-第104章
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ce regardless。 And suddenly stepped out beside Rand into a peculiar shadowless light。
The fog made an enormous hollow dome hiding the sky； its bubbling inner surface glowing in a pale sharp blue。 Rhuidean was not nearly so big as Tear or Caemlyn； but the empty streets were broad as any he had ever seen； with wide strips of bare dirt down their centers as if trees had grown there once； and great fountains with statues。 Huge buildings flanked the streets； odd flat…sided palaces of marble and crystal and cut glass； ascending hundreds of feet in steps or sheer walls。 There was not a small building to be seen； nothing that might have been a。 simple tavern or an inn or a stable。 Only immense palaces； with gleaming columns fifty feet thick climbing a hundred paces in red or white or blue； and grand towers； fluted and spiraled； some piercing the glowing clouds above。
For all its grandeur； the city had never been finished。 Many of those tremendous structures ended in the sawteeth of abandoned construction。 Colored glass made images in some huge windows： serenely majestic men and women thirty feet tall or more； sunrises and starry night skies； others gaped emptily。 Unfinished and long deserted。 No water splashed in any fountain。 Silence covered the city as pletely as the dome of fog。 The air was cooler than outside； but just as arid。 Dust grated under foot on pale smooth paving stones。
Mat trotted to the nearest fountain anyway； just on the off chance； and leaned on the waist high white rim。 Three unclothed women； twice as tall as he and supporting an odd wide…mouthed fish over their heads； peered down into a wide dusty basin no dryer than his mouth。
〃Of course；〃 Rand said behind him。 〃I should have thought of this before。〃
Mat looked over his shoulder。 〃Thought of what？〃 Rand was staring at the fountain； shaking with silent laughter。 〃Get hold of yourself； Rand。 You didn't go crazy in the last minute。 You should have thought of what？〃
A hollow gurgling whipped Mat's eyes back to the fountain。 Abruptly water gushed out of the fish's mouth； a stream as thick as his leg。 He scrambled into the basin and ran to stand under the downpour； head back and mouth open。 Cold sweet water； cold enough to make him shiver； sweeter than wine。 It soaked his hair； his coat； his breeches。 He drank until he thought he would drown； finally staggering over to lean panting against a woman's stone leg。
Rand was still standing there staring at the fountain； face red and lips cracked； laughing softly。 〃No water； Mat。 They said we couldn't bring water； but they did not say anything about what was already here。〃
〃Rand？ Aren't you going to drink？〃
Rand gave a start； then stepped into the now ankle deep basin and splashed across to stand where Mat had been； drinking in the same way； eyes closed and face tilted up to let the water pour over him。
Mat watched worriedly。 Not mad； exactly； not yet。 But how long would Rand have stood there laughing while thirst turned his throat to stone if he had not spoken？ Mat left him there and climbed out of the fountain。 Some of the water drenching his clothes had seeped down into his boots。 He ignored the squish he made at every step； he was not sure he could get his boots back on if he pulled them off。 Besides； it felt good。
Peering at the city； he wondered what he was doing there。 Those people had said he would die； otherwise； but was just being in Rhuidean enough？ Do I have to do something？ What？
The empty streets and half…finished palaces were shadowless in the pale azure light。 A prickling grew between his shoulder blades。 All those empty windows looking down on him； all those gap…toothed lines of forsaken stonework。 Anything could be hiding in there； and in a place like this； anything could be。。。 Any bloody thing at all。 He wished he still had his boot knives； at least。 But those women； those Wise Ones； had stared at him as if they knew he was holding out on them。 And they had channeled； one or all of them。 It was not wise to step on the wrong side of women who could channel if you could avoid it。 Burn me； if I could get shut of Aes Sedai； I'd never ask for another thing。 Well； not for a good long while； anyway。 Light； I wonder if anything is hiding in here。
〃The heart has to be that way； Mat。〃 Rand was climbing out of the basin； dripping wet。
〃The heart？〃
〃The Wise Ones said I had to go to the heart。 They must mean the center of the city。〃 Rand looked back at the fountain and suddenly the flow dwindled to a trickle； then ceased。 〃There's an ocean of good water down there。 Deep。 So deep I nearly didn't find it。 If I could bring it up。。。 No need to waste it； though。 We can get another good drink when it's time to leave。〃
Mat shifted his feet unfortably。 Fool！ Where did you think it came from？ Of course he bloody channeled。 Did you think it just started flowing again after the Light knows how long？ 〃Center of the city。 Of course。 Lead on。〃
They kept to the middle of the wide street； walking along the edge of the bare strips of dirt； past more dry fountains； some with only the stone basin and a marble base where the statues should have been。 Nothing was broken in the city； only。。。 inplete。 The palaces loomed to either side like cliffs。 There had to be things inside。 Furniture； maybe； if it had not rotted。 Maybe gold。 Knives。 Knives would not rust away in this dry air no matter how long they had been there。
There could be a bloody Myrddraal in there for all you know。 Light； why did I have to think of that？ If only he had thought to bring a quarterstaff with him when he left the Stone。 Maybe he could have convinced the Wise Ones it was a walking staff。 No use thinking of it； now。 A tree would do； if he had a way to cut a good branch and trim it。 If； again。 He wondered whether whoever built this city had managed to grow any trees。 He had worked on his father's farm too long not to know good dirt when he saw it。 These long ribbons of exposed soil were poor； no good for growing anything besides weeds； and not many of those。 None； now。
After they had walked a mile； the street suddenly ended at a great plaza； perhaps as far across as they had walked and surrounded by those palaces of marble and crystal。 Startlingly； a tree stood in the huge square； a good hundred feet tall and spreading its thick； leafy limbs over a hide of dusty white paving stones； near what appeared to be concentric rings of clear； glittering glass columns； thin as needles pared to their height； nearly as much as the tree's。 He would have wondered how a tree could grow here； without sunlight； if he had not been too busy staring at the astounding jumble filling the rest of the square。
A clear lane led from each street Mat could see； straight to the columned rings； but in the spaces between； statues stood haphazardly； life…sized down to half that； in stone or crystal or metal； set right down on the pavement。 All among them were。。。 He did not know what to call them； at first。 A flat silvery ring； ten feet across and thin as a blade。 A tapering crystal plinth a pace tall that might have held one of the smaller statues。 A shiny black metal spire； narrow as a spear and no longer； yet standing on end as if rooted。 Hundreds of things； maybe thousands； in every shape imaginable； every material imaginable； dotting the huge plaza with no more than a dozen feet between any two。
It was the black metal spear； so unnaturally erect； that suddenly told him what they must be。 Ter'angreal。 Some sort of things to do with the Power； anyway。 Some of them had to be。 That twisted stone doorway in the Stone's Great Holding had resisted falling over； too。
He was ready to turn around and go back right then； but Rand continued on； barely looking at what lined his way。 Once Rand paused； staring down at two figurines that hardly seemed to deserve a place with the other things。 Two statuettes maybe a foot tall； a man and a woman； each holding a crystal sphere aloft in one hand。 He half bent as if to touch them； but straightened so quickly it could almost have been Mat's imagination。
After a minute； Mat followed； hurrying to
