rj.theshadowrising-第14章
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Abruptly he realized he could no longer hear Faile's shouts； or her pounding。 Throwing back the latch； he hastily pulled the door open。 A gleaming arc of steel stuck through the thick wood on the outside； shining in the light of wide…spaced lamps along the tapestry…hung hallway。
Faile stood there； hands raised； frozen in the act of beating on the door。 Eyes wide and wondering； she touched the tip of her nose。 〃Another inch；〃 she said faintly； 〃and。。。。〃
With a sudden start； she flung herself on him； hugging him fiercely； raining kisses on his neck and beard between incoherent murmurs。 Just as quickly； she pushed back； running anxious hands over his chest and arms。 〃Are you hurt？ Are you injured？ Did it。。。 ？〃
〃I'm all right；〃 he told her。 〃But are you？ I did not mean to frighten you。〃
She peered up at him。 〃Truly？ You are not hurt in any way？〃
〃pletely unhurt。 I …〃 Her full…armed slap made his head ring like hammer on anvil。
〃You great hairy lummox！ I thought you were dead！ I was afraid it had killed you！ I thought …！〃 She cut off as he caught her second slap in midswing。
〃Please don't do that again；〃 he said quietly。 The smarting imprint of her hand burned on his cheek； and he thought his jaw would ache the rest of the night。
He gripped her wrist as gently as he would have a bird； but though she struggled to pull free； his hand did not budge an inch。 pared to swinging a hammer all day at the forge； holding her was no effort at all； even after his fight against the axe。 Abruptly she seemed to decide to ignore his grip and stared him in the eye； neither dark nor golden eyes blinked。 〃I could have helped you。 You had no right…〃
〃I had every right；〃 he said firmly。 〃You could not have helped。 If you had stayed； we'd both be dead。 I couldn't have fought … not the way I had to … and kept you safe； too。〃 She opened her mouth； but he raised his voice and went on。 〃I know you hate the word。 I'll try my best not to treat you like porcelain； but if you ask me to watch you die； I will tie you like a lamb for market and send you off to Mistress Luhhan。 She won't stand for any such nonsense。〃
Tonguing a tooth and wondering if it was loose； he almost wished he could see Faile trying to ride roughshod over Alsbet Luhhan。 The blacksmith's wife kept her husband in line with scarcely more effort than she needed for her house。 Even Nynaeve had been careful of her sharp tongue around Mistress Luhhan。 The tooth still held tight； he decided。
Faile laughed suddenly； a low； throaty laugh。 〃You would； too； wouldn't you？ Don't think you would not dance with the Dark One if you tried； though。〃
Perrin was so startled he let go of her。 He could not see any real difference between what he had just said and what he had said before； but the one had made her blaze up； while this she took。。。 fondly。 Not that he was certain the threat to kill him was entirely a joke。 Faile carried knives hidden about her person； and she knew how to use them。
She rubbed her wrist ostentatiously and muttered something under her breath。 He caught the words 〃hairy ox；〃 and promised himself he would shave every last whisker of that fool beard。 He would。
Aloud； she said； 〃The axe。 That was him； wasn't it？ The Dragon Reborn； trying to kill us。〃
〃It must have been Rand。〃 He emphasized the name。 He did not like thinking of Rand the other way。 He preferred remembering the Rand he had grown up with in Emond's Field。 〃Not trying to kill us； though。 Not him。〃
She gave him a wry smile； more a grimace。 〃If he was not trying； I hope he never does。〃
〃I don't know what he was doing。 But I mean to tell him to stop it； and right now。〃
〃I don't know why I care for a man who worries so about his own safety；〃 she murmured。
He frowned at her quizzically； wondering what she meant； but she only tucked her arm through his。 He was still wondering as they started off through the Stone。 The axe he left where it was； stuck in the door； it would not harm anyone。
Teeth clamped on a long…stemmed pipe； Mat opened his coat a bit more and tried to concentrate on the cards lying facedown in front of him； and on the coins spilled in the middle of the table。 He had had the bright red coat made to an Andoran pattern； of the best wool； with golden embroidery scrolling around the cuffs and long collar； but day by day he was reminded how much farther south Tear lay than Andor。 Sweat ran down his face； and plastered the shift to his back。
None of his panions around the table appeared to notice the heat at all； despite coats that looked even heavier than his； with fat； swollen sleeves； all padded silks and brocades and satin stripes。 Two men in red…and…gold livery kept the gamblers' silver cups full of wine and proffered shining silver trays of olives and cheeses and nuts。 The heat did not seem to affect the servants； either； though now and again one of them yawned behind his hand when he thought no one was looking。 The night was not young。
Mat refrained from lifting his cards to check them again。 They would not have changed。 Three rulers； the highest cards in three of the five suits； were already good enough to win most hands。
He would have been more fortable dicing； there was seldom a deck of cards to be found in the places he usually gambled； where silver changed hands in fifty different dice games； but these young Tairen lordlings would rather wear rags than play at dice。 Peasants tossed dice； though they were careful not to say so in his hearing。 It was not his temper they feared； but who they thought his friends were。 This game called chop was what they played； hour after hour； night after night； using cards hand…painted and lacquered by a man in the city who had been made well…to…do by these fellows and others like them。 Only women or horses could draw them away； but neither for long。
Still； he had picked up the game quickly enough； and if his luck was not as good as it was with dice； it would do。 A fat purse lay beside his cards； and another even fatter rested in his pocket。 A fortune； he would have thought once； back in Emond's Field； enough to live the rest of his life in luxury。 His ideas of luxury had changed since leaving the Two Rivers。 The young lords kept their coin in careless； shining piles； but some old habits he had no intention of changing。 In the taverns and inns it was sometimes necessary to depart quickly。 Especially if his luck was really with him。
When he had enough to keep himself as he wanted； he would leave the Stone just as quickly。 Before Moiraine knew what he was thinking。 He would have been days gone by now； if he had had his way。 It was just that there was gold to be had here。 One night at this table could earn him more than a week of dicing in taverns。 If only his luck would catch。
He put on a small frown and puffed worriedly at his pipe； to look unsure whether his cards were good enough to go on with。 Two of the young lords had pipes in their teeth； too； but silver…worked； with amber bits。 In the hot； still air； their perfumed tabac smelled like a fire in a lady's dressing chamber。 Not that Mat had ever been in a lady's dressing chamber。 An illness that nearly killed him had left his memory as full of holes as the best lace； yet he was sure he would have remembered that。 Not even the Dark One would be mean enough to make me forget that。
〃Sea Folk ship docked today；〃 Reimon muttered around his pipe。 The broad…shouldered young lord's beard was oiled and trimmed to a neat point。 That was the latest fashion among the younger lords； and Reimon chased the latest fashion as assiduously as he chased women。 Which was only a little less diligently than he gambled。 He tossed a silver crown onto the pile in the middle of the table for another card。 〃A raker。 Fastest ships there are； rakers； so they say。 Outrun the wind； they say。 I would like to see that。 Burn my soul； but I would。〃 He did not bother to look at the card he was dealt； he never did until he had a full five。
The plump； pink…cheeked man between Reimon and Mat gave an amused chuckle。 〃You want to see the ship； Reimon
