rj.theshadowrising-第117章
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ir jagged tops like the walls of great fortresses。 Rand embraced saidin； though he saw no real threat。 But he felt it； as though murderous eyes were boring into his back。 Rhuidean lay peaceful and empty； shadowless in the blue glow of its fog roof。 The dust in the streets rippled in the wind。。。 The wind。 There was no wind。
〃Oh； burn me；〃 Mat muttered。 〃I think we're in trouble； Rand。 It's what I get for staying around you。 You always get me in trouble。〃
The ripples came faster； sliding together to make thicker lines； quivering still。
〃Can you walk faster？〃 Rand asked。
〃Walk？ Blood and ashes； I can run。〃 Slanting the spear across his chest； Mat suited his words with a lurching gallop。
Running alongside； Rand brought his sword back； uncertain of what he could do with it against shivering lines of dust； uncertain that there really was need。 It was only dust。 No； it bloody isn't。 It's one of those bubbles。 The Dark One's evil； drifting along the Pattern； seeking out bloody ta'veren。 I know it is。
All around them dust rippled and shivered ever thicker； bunching and gathering。 Suddenly； right in front of them； a shape reared up in the basin of a dry fountain； a solid man shape； dark and featureless； with fingers like sharp claws。 Silently it leaped at them。
Rand moved instinctively … the Moon Rises Over Water … and the blade of Power sliced through that dark figure。 In a twinkling it was only a thick cloud of dust； drifting toward the pavement。
Others replaced it； though； black faceless shapes rushing in from all sides； no two alike； but all with reaching claws。 Rand danced the forms among them； blade weaving intricate patterns in the air； leaving floating motes behind。 Mat used his spear like a quarterstaff； a spinning blur； but bringing the sword blade into it as if he had always used the weapon。 The creatures died or at least returned to dust but they were many； and quick。 Blood poured down Rand's face； and the old wound in his side burned on the point of splitting open。 Red spread across Mat's face； too； and down his chest。 Too many； and too quick。
You do not do the tenth part of what you are capable of already。 That was what Lanfear had told him。 He laughed as he danced the forms。 Learn from one of the Forsaken。 He could do that； if not the way she intended。 Yes； he could。 He channeled； wove strands of the Power； and sent a whirlwind into the middle of each black shape。 They exploded in clouds of dust that left him coughing。 As far as he could see； dust settled from the air。
Hacking and panting； Mat leaned on his dark shafted spear。 〃Did you do that？〃 he wheezed； wiping blood away from his eyes。 〃About time。 If you knew how； why didn't you bloody do it in the first place？〃
Rand started to laugh again … Because I didn't think of it。 Because I didn't know how until I did it … but it froze in his mouth。 Dust drifted out of the air； and as it settled on the ground； it began to ripple。 〃Run；〃 he said。 〃We have to get out of here。 Run！〃
Side by side they sped for the fog； slashing at any lines of dust that seemed to be thickening； kicking at them； anything to keep them from coalescing。 Rand sent whirlwinds swirling wildly in every direction。 Dispelled dust began shivering back together immediately； even before it reached the ground now。 They kept running； into the fog and through； bursting out into dim； sharp…shadowed light。
Side aching； Rand spun； ready to try lightning； or fire； anything。 Nothing came through the fog after them。 Maybe the mist was a wall to those dark shapes。 Maybe it held them in。 Maybe。。。。 He did not know。 He did not really care； so long as the things could not follow。
〃Burn me；〃 Mat muttered hoarsely； 〃we were in there all night。 It's nearly sunrise。 I didn't think it was that long。〃
Rand stared at the sky。 The sun had not topped the mountains yet； a painfully brilliant nimbus outlined the jagged peaks。 Long shadows covered the valley floor。 He will e from Rhuidean at dawn； and tie you together with bonds you cannot break。 He will take you back； and he will destroy you。
〃Let's go back up the mountain；〃 he said quietly。 〃They will be waiting for us。〃 For me。
Chapter 27
（Leaf）
Within the Ways
The darkness of the Ways pressed the light of Perrin's pole…lantern to a sharp…edged pool around himself and Gaul。 The creak of his saddle； the gritty click of hooves on stone； seemed to reach no further than light's rim。 There was no smell to the air； nothing。 The Aielman strode along beside Stepper easily； keeping an eye on the dimly seen lanternglow from Loial's party ahead。 Perrin refused to call it Faile's。 The Ways did not seem to bother Gaul； for all their reputation。 Perrin himself could not help listening； as he had for nearly two days； or what passed for days in this lightless place。 His ears would be first to catch the sound that meant they were all going to die or worse； the sound of wind rising where no wind ever blew。 No wind but Machin Shin； the Black Wind that ate souls。 He could not help thinking that traveling the Ways was slack…witted folly； but when need called； what was foolish changed。
The faint light ahead stopped； and he drew rein in the middle of what appeared to be an ancient stone bridge arching through utter blackness； ancient because of the breaks in the bridge walls； the pits and shallow ragged craters freckling the roadbed。 Very likely it had stood close to three thousand years； but it seemed ready to fall； now。 Maybe right now。
The packhorse crowded up behind Stepper： the animals whickered to each other and rolled their eyes uneasily at the surrounding dark。 Perrin knew how the horses felt。 A few more people for pany would have lifted some of the endless night's weight。 Still； he would not have gone any closer to the lanterns ahead even had he been alone。 Not and risk a repeat of what happened back on that first Island； right after entering the Waygate in Tear。 He scratched his curly beard irritably。 He was not sure what he had expected； but not。。。
The pole lantern bobbed as he stepped down from his saddle and led Stepper and the packhorse to the Guiding； a tall slab of white stone covered with cursive silver inlays vaguely reminiscent of vines and leaves； all pitted as if splashed with acid。 He could not read it； of course … Loial had to do that； it was Ogier script … and after a moment he walked around it； studying the Island。 It was the same as the others he had seen； with a chest high wall of white stone； simple curves and rounds fitted in an intricate pattern。 At intervals bridges pierced the wall； arching out into the darkness； and rail less ramps running up or down with no means of support he could see。 There were cracks everywhere； ragged pits and shallow craters； as though the stone were rotting。 When the horses moved there was a grainy sound of stone flaking away beneath their hooves。 Gaul peered into the dark with no visible nervousness； but then； he did not know what might be out there。 Perrin did； too well。
When Loial and the others arrived； Faile immediately hopped from her black mare and strode straight to Perrin； eyes intent on his face。 He was already regretting making her worry； but she did not look worried at all。 He could not have said what her expression was； besides fixed。
〃Have you decided to talk to me instead of over my hea…？〃
Her full armed slap made spots dance in front of his eyes。 〃What did you mean；〃 she practically spat； 〃charging in here like a wild boar？ You have no regard。 None！〃
He took a slow； deep breath。 〃I asked you before not to do that。〃 Her dark； tilted eyes widened as if he had said something infuriating。 He was rubbing his cheek when her second slap caught him on the other side； nearly unhinging his jaw。 The Aiel were watching interestedly； and Loial with his ears drooping。
〃I told you not to do that；〃 he growled。 Her fist was not very big； but her sudden punch to his shortribs drove most of the air from his lungs； hunching him over sideways； and she drew back her fist again。 With a snarl； he seized her by the scruff of her neck and。。。
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