rj.theshadowrising-第240章
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〃I can acpany you；〃 Egeanin announced suddenly from where Nynaeve had made her stand in the corner of the room。 Everybody turned to look at her； she frowned back as though not quite certain herself。 〃These women are Darkfriends。 They should be brought to justice。〃
Elayne was simply startled at the offer； but Nynaeve； the corners of her mouth going white； looked ready to drub the woman for it。 〃You think we would trust you； Seanchan？〃 she said coldly。 〃Before we leave； you'll be locked securely in a storeroom however much talk it …〃
〃I give oath by my hope of a higher name；〃 Egeanin broke in； putting her hands over her heart； one atop the other； 〃that I will not betray you in any way； that I will obey you and guard your backs until you are safely out of the Panarch's Palace。〃 Then she bowed three times； deeply and formally。 Elayne had no idea what 〃hope of a higher name〃 meant； but the Seanchan woman certainly made it sound binding。
〃She can do it；〃 Domon said with slow reluctance。 He eyed Egeanin and shook his head。 〃Fortune prick me if there be more than two or three of my men I would wager on； coin for coin； against her。〃
Nynaeve frowned at her hand gripping half a dozen of her long braids； then quite deliberately gave them a yank。
〃Nynaeve；〃 Elayne told her firmly； 〃you yourself said you would like another pair of eyes； and I definitely would。 Besides which； if we are to do this without channeling； I would not mind having someone along who can handle a nosy guard if need be。 I am not up to thumping men with my fists； and neither are you。 You remember how she can fight。〃
Nynaeve glared at Egeanin； frowned at Elayne； and then stared at the men as if they had plotted this behind her back。 At last； though； she nodded。
〃Good；〃 Elayne said。 〃Master Domon； that means three sets of dresses； not two。 Now； the three of you had best be off。 We want to be on our way by daybreak。〃
The cart jerking to a halt brought Elayne out of her reverie。
Dismounted Whiteeloaks were questioning Domon。 Here the street ran into a square behind the Panarch's Palace； a much smaller square than the one in front。 Beyond； the palace stood in piles of white marble； slender towers banded with lacy stonework； snowy domes capped with gold and topped by golden spires or weather vanes。 The streets to either side were much wider than most in Tanchico； and straighter。
The slow clop…clop of a horse's hooves on the square's broad paving stones announced another rider； a tall man in burnished helmet； armor gleaming beneath his white cloak with its golden sunburst and crimson shepherd's crook。 Elayne put her head down； the four knots of rank under the flaring sun told her this was Jaichim Carridin。 The man had never seen her； but if he thought she was staring he might wonder why。 The hooves passed on along the square without pausing。
Egeanin had her face right down； too； but Nynaeve frowned openly after the Inquisitor。 〃That man is very worried about something；〃 she murmured。 〃I hope he's not heard …〃
〃The Panarch is dead！〃 a man's voice shouted from somewhere across the square。 〃They've killed her！〃
There was no telling who had shouted； or where。 The streets Elayne could see were blocked by Whitecloaks on horses。
Looking back down the street the cart had just climbed； she wished the guards would question Domon more quickly。 People were gathering down at the first bend； milling about and peering up toward the square。 It seemed Thom and Juilin had made a good job of seeding their rumors during the night。 Now if only things did not erupt while they sat out here in the middle of it。 If a riot started now。。。 The only thing that kept her hands from shaking was her double grip on the cart bed。 Light； a mob out here and the Black Ajah inside； maybe Moghedien。。。 I'm so frightened my mouth is dry。 Nynaeve and Egeanin were watching the crowd growing down the street； too； and not even blinking； much less trembling。 I will not be a coward。 I will not！
The cart rumbled forward； and she heaved a sigh of relief。 It took her a moment to realize she had heard twin echoes from the other two women。
Before gates not much wider than the cart Domon was questioned again； by men in pointed helmets； their breastplates embossed with a tree painted gold。 Soldiers of the Panarch's Legion。 The questions were shorter this time； Elayne thought she saw a small purse change hands； and then they were inside； rumbling across the rough…paved yard outside the kitchens。 Except for Domon； the sailors remained out with the soldiers。
Elayne hopped down as soon as the cart halted； working her bare feet on the paving； the uneven stones were hard。 It was difficult to believe the thin sole of a slipper could make so much difference。 Egeanin scrambled up into the cart to pass the baskets out； Nynaeve taking the first on her back； one hand twisted behind her underneath； the other over her shoulder to grip the rim。 Long white peppers； a little wizened by their journey all the way from Saldaea； filled the baskets nearly to the top。
As Elayne was taking hers； Domon came to the end of the cart and pretended to inspect the ice peppers。 〃The Whitecloaks and the Panarch's Legion do be close to blows； it do appear；〃 he murmured； fingering peppers。 〃That lieutenant did say the Legion could protect the Panarch themselves if most of the Legion had no been sent to the ring forts。 Jaichim Carridin do have access to the Panarch； but no the Lord Captain of the Legion。 And they are no pleased that all the guards inside do be Civil Watch。 A suspicious man might say someone do want the Panarch's guards to watch each other more than anything else。〃
〃That is good to know；〃 Nynaeve murmured without looking at him。 〃I've always said you can learn useful things listening to men's gossip。〃
Domon grunted sourly。 〃I will take you inside； then I must go back to my men to make sure they do no get caught up in the mob。〃 Every sailor from every ship Domon had in port was out in the streets around the palace。
Hefting her own basket on her back； Elayne followed the other two women behind him； keeping her head down and wincing at every step until she was on the reddish…brown tiles of the kitchen。 The smells of spices and cooking meat and sauces filled the room。
〃Ice peppers for the Panarch；〃 Domon announced。 〃A gift from Bayle Domon； a good shipowner of this city。〃
〃More of the ice peppers？〃 a stout； dark…braided woman in a white apron and the ever…present veil said； barely looking up from a silver tray where she was arranging an ornately folded white napkin among dishes of thin； golden Sea Folk porcelain。 There were a dozen or more aproned women in the kitchen； as well as a pair of boys turning dripping roasts on spits in two of the six fireplaces； but clearly she was the chief cook。 〃Well； the Panarch； she seems to have enjoyed the last。 Into the storeroom there。〃 She gestured vaguely toward one of the doors on the far side of the room。 〃I have no time to bother with you now。〃
Elayne kept her eyes on the floor as she trailed after Nynaeve and Egeanin； sweating； and not for the heat of the iron stoves and fireplaces。 A skinny woman in green silk not of Tarabon cut stood beside one of the wide tables； scratching the ears of a scrawny gray cat as it lapped cream from a porcelain dish。 The cat named her； as well as her narrow face and wide nose。 Marillin Gemalphin； once of the Brown Ajah； now of the Black。 If she looked up from that cat； if she really became aware of them； there would be no need for channeling for her to know that two of them could； this close the woman would be able to sense the ability itself。
Sweat dripped from the end of Elayne's nose by the time she pushed the storeroom door shut behind her with a hip。 〃Did you see her？〃 she demanded in a low voice； letting her basket half…fall to the floor。 Fretwork carved through the plastered wall just under the ceiling let in dim light from the kitchen。 Rows of tall shelves filled the floor of the large room； laden with sacks and net bags of vegetables and large jars of spice。 Barrels and casks
