rj.theshadowrising-第15章
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The plump； pink…cheeked man between Reimon and Mat gave an amused chuckle。 〃You want to see the ship； Reimon？ You mean the girls； do you not？ The women。 Exotic Sea Folk beauties； with their rings and baubles and swaying walks； eh？〃 He put in a crown and took his card； grimacing when he peeked at it。 That meant nothing； going by his face； Edorion's cards were always low and mismatched。 He won more than he lost； though。 〃Well； perhaps my luck will be better with the Sea Folk girls。〃
The dealer； tall and slender on Mat's other side； with a pointed beard even more darkly luxuriant than Reimon's； laid a finger alongside his nose。 〃You think to be lucky with those； Edorion？ The way they keep to themselves； you'll be lucky to catch a whiff of their perfume。〃 He made a wafting gesture； inhaling deeply with a sigh； and the other lordlings laughed； even Edorion。
A plain…faced youth named Estean laughed loudest of all； scrubbing a hand through lank hair that kept falling over his forehead。 Replace his fine yellow coat with drab wool； and he could have passed for a farmer； instead of the son of a High Lord with the richest estates in Tear and in his own right the wealthiest man at the table。 He had also drunk much more wine than any of the others。
Swaying across the man next to him； a foppish fellow named Baran who always seemed to be looking down his sharp nose； Estean poked the dealer with a none too steady finger。 Baran leaned back； twisting his mouth around his pipestem as if he feared Estean might throw up。
〃That's good； Carlomin；〃 Estean gurgled。 〃You think so too； don't you； Baran？ Edorion won't get a sniff。 If he wants to try his luck。。。 take a gamble。。。 he ought to go after the Aiel wenches； like Mat； here。 All those spears and knives。 Burn my soul。 Like asking a lion to dance。〃 Dead silence dropped around the table。 Estean laughed on alone； then blinked and scrubbed fingers through his hair again。 〃What's the matter？ Did I say something？ Oh！ Oh； yes。 Them。〃
Mat barely stopped a scowl。 The fool had to bring up the Aiel。 The only worse subject would have been Aes Sedai； they would almost rather have Aiel walking the corridors； staring down any Tairen who got in their way； than even one Aes Sedai； and these men thought they had four； at least。 He fingered an Andoran silver crown from his purse on the table and pushed it into the pot。 Carlomin dealt out the card slowly。
Mat lifted it carefully with a thumbnail； and did not let himself so much as blink。 The Ruler of Cups； a High Lord of Tear。 The rulers in a deck varied according to the land where the cards were made； with the nation's own ruler always as Ruler of Cups； the highest suit。 These cards were old。 He had already seen new decks with Rand's face or something like it on the Ruler of Cups； plete with the Dragon banner。 Rand the ruler of Tear； that still seemed ludicrous enough to make him want to pinch himself。 Rand was a shepherd； a good fellow to have fun with when he was not going all over…serious and responsible。 Rand the Dragon Reborn； now； that told him he was a stone fool to be sitting there； where Moiraine could put her hand on him whenever she wanted； waiting to see what Rand would do next。 Maybe Thom Merrilin would go with him。 Or Perrin。 Only； Thom seemed to be settling into the Stone as if he never meant to leave； and Perrin was not going anywhere unless Faile crooked a finger。 Well； Mat was ready to travel alone； if need be。
Yet there was silver in the middle of the table and gold in front of the lordlings； and if he was dealt the fifth ruler； there was no hand in chop could beat him。 Not that he really needed it。 Suddenly he could feel luck tickling his mind。 Not tingling as it did with the dice； of course； but he was already certain no one was going to beat four rulers。 The Tairens had been betting wildly all night； the price often farms crossing the table on the quickest hands。
But Carlomin was staring at the deck of cards in his hand instead of buying his fourth； and Baran was puffing his pipe furiously and stacking the coins in front of him as if ready to stuff them into his pockets。 Reimon wore a scowl behind his beard； and Edorion was frowning at his nails。 Only Estean appeared unaffected； he grinned uncertainly around the table； perhaps already forgetting what he had said。 They usually managed to put some sort of good face on the situation if the Aiel came up； but the hour was late； and the wine had flowed freely。
Mat scoured his mind for a way to keep them and their gold from walking away from his cards。 One glance at their faces was enough to tell him that simply changing the subject would not be enough。 But there was another way。 If he made them laugh at the Aiel。。。。 Is it worth making them laugh at me； too？ Chewing his pipestem； he tried to think of something else。
Baran picked up a stack of gold in each hand and moved to stick them in his pockets。
〃I might just try these Sea Folk women；〃 Mat said quickly； taking his pipe to gesture with。 〃Odd things happen when you chase Aiel girls。 Very odd。 Like the game they call Maidens' Kiss。〃 He had their attention； but Baran had not put down the coins； and Carlomin still showed no sign of buying a card。
Estean gave a drunken guffaw。 〃Kiss you with steel in your ribs； I suppose。 Maidens of the Spear； you see。 Steel。 Spear in your ribs。 Burn my soul。〃 No one else laughed。 But they were listening。
〃Not quite。〃 Mat managed a grin。 Burn me； I've told this much。 I might as well tell the rest。 〃Rhuarc said if I wanted to get along with the Maidens； I should ask them how to play Maidens' Kiss。 He said that was the best way to get to know them。〃 It still sounded like one of the kissing games back home； like Kiss the Daisies。 He had never considered the Aiel clan chief a man to play tricks。 He would be warier the next time。 He made an effort to improve the grin。 〃So I went along to Bain and。。。〃 Reimon frowned impatiently。 None of them knew any Aiel's name but Rhuarc； and none of them wanted to。 Mat dropped the names and hurried on 〃。 。 。 went along dumb as a bull…goose fool； and asked them to show me。〃 He should have suspected something from the wide smiles that had bloomed on their faces。 Like cats who had been asked to dance by a mouse。 〃Before I knew what was happening； I had a fistful of spears around my neck like a collar。 I could have shaved myself with one sneeze。〃
The others around the table exploded in laughter； from Reimon's wheezing to Estean's wine…soaked bray。
Mat left them to it。 He could almost feel the spearpoints again； pricking if he so much as twitched a finger。 Bain； laughing all the while； had told him she had never heard of a man actually asking to play Maidens' Kiss。
Carlomin stroked his beard and spoke into Mat's hesitation。 〃You cannot stop there。 Go on。 When was this？ Two nights ago； I'll wager。 When you didn't e for the game； and no one knew where you were。〃
〃I was playing stones with Thom Merrilin that night；〃 Mat said quickly。 〃This was days ago。〃 He was glad he could lie with a straight face。 〃They each took a kiss。 That's all。 If she thought it was a good kiss； they eased up with the spears。 If not； they pushed a little harder； to encourage； you might say。 That was all。 I'll tell you this； I got nicked less than I do shaving。〃
He stuck his pipe back between his teeth。 If they wanted to know more； they could go ask to play the game themselves。 He almost hoped some of them were fool enough。 Bloody Aiel women and their bloody spears。 He had not made it to his own bed until daybreak。
〃It would be more than enough for me；〃 Carlomin said dryly。 〃The Light burn my soul if it would not。〃 He tossed a silver crown into the center of the table and dealt himself another card。 〃Maidens' Kiss。〃 He shook with mirth； and another ripple of laughter ran around the table。
Baran bought his fifth card； and Estean fumbled a coin from the heap scattered in front of him； peering at it to see what it was。 They would not stop now。
〃Savages；〃 Baran muttered around his pipe。 〃Ignorant savages。 That is all they are； burn my soul。 Live in caves； out in th
