rj.theshadowrising-第249章
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ald。 Any one of them is braver than the whole lot of you Whitecloaks！〃
Bornhald shook as though every word were a blow； Perrin thought the man might fall out of his saddle。 Swaying upright； Bornhald stared at him。 〃We will remain；〃 he said hoarsely。
〃But； my Lord Bornhald；〃 Byar protested。
〃Clean！〃 Bornhald roared at him。 〃If we must die here； we will die clean！〃 He wrenched his head back to Perrin； spittle on his lips。 〃We will remain。 But at the last I will see you dead； Shadowspawn！ For my family； for my father； I…will… see…you…dead！〃 Sawing his horse around roughly； he cantered back to his white…cloaked column。 Byar bared his teeth in a wordless snarl at Perrin before following。
〃You do not mean to keep that promise？〃 Aram said anxiously。 〃You cannot。〃
〃I have to check everyone；〃 Perrin said。 Small chance he would live long enough to keep it。 〃There isn't much time。〃 He booted Stepper in the flanks and the horse leaped forward； toward the west end of the village。
Behind the sharp stakes facing the Westwood； men crouched with their spears and halberds and polearms fashioned by Haral Luhhan； who was there in his blacksmith's vest with a scythe blade on the end of an eight…foot shaft。 Behind them stood the men with bows in ranks broken by four catapults； Abell Cauthon walking along slowly to speak to each man。
Perrin reined in beside Abell。 〃Word is they're ing from north and south；〃 he said quietly； 〃but keep a sharp eye。〃
〃We'll watch。 And I'm ready to send half my men wherever they are needed。 They'll not find Two Rivers folk easy meat。〃 Abell's grin was reminiscent of his son's。
To Perrin's embarrassment； the men raised a ragged cheer as he rode by； with the panions and the banner at his heels： 〃Goldeneyes！ Goldeneyes！〃 and now and then a 〃Lord Perrin！〃 He knew he should have stamped harder on that in the beginning。
To the south； Tam had charge； more grim…faced than Abell and striding almost like a Warder； hand resting on his sword hilt。 That wolfish； deadly grace looked strange on the blocky； gray…haired farmer。 Yet his words to Perrin were not so different from Abell's。 〃We Two Rivers folk are a tougher lot than most know；〃 he said quietly。 〃Don't you worry we will not do ourselves proud today。〃
Alanna was at one of the six catapults here； fussing over a large stone being lifted into the cup on the end of the thick arm。 Ihvon sat his horse near her in his Warder's color…changing cloak； slender as a steel blade and alert as a hawk； there was no doubt he had chosen his ground … wherever Alanna was … and his fight … to bring her out alive whatever。 He barely looked at Perrin。 But the Aes Sedai paused； hands hovering over the stone； eyes following him as he passed。 He could all but feel her weighing and measuring and judging。 Those cheers followed him； too。
Where the hedge of stakes ran beyond the few houses east of the Winespring Inn； Jon Thane and Samel Crawe had charge between them。 Perrin told them what he had Abell； and once again got much the same reply。 Jon； in a mail shirt with holes rusted through in several places； had seen the smoke of his mill burning； and Samel； with his horse face and long nose； was sure he had seen the smoke of his farm。 Neither expected an easy day； but both wore stony determination like cloaks。
It was to the north that Perrin had decided to make his fight。 Fingering the ribbon hanging down one lapel； he peered in the direction of Watch Hill； the direction Faile had gone； and wondered why he had chosen the north side。 Fly free； Faile。 Fly free； my heart。 He supposed it was good a place to die as any。
Bran supposedly was in charge here； in his steel cap and disc…sewn metal jerkin； but he stopped checking the men along the hedge to give Perrin as much of a bow as his girth would allow。 Gaul and Chiad stood ready； heads wrapped in shoufa and faces hidden to the eyes behind black veils。 Side by side； Perrin noted； whatever had passed between them； it seemed to outweigh their clans' blood feud。 Loial had a pair of woodaxes； dwarfed in his huge hands； his tufted ears thrust forward fiercely； and his wide face was grim。
Do you think I would run away？ he had said when Perrin suggested he could slip off into the night after Faile。 His ears had dropped with weariness and hurt。 I came with you； Perrin； and I will stay until you go。 And then he had laughed suddenly； a deep booming sound that almost rattled the dishes。 Perhaps someone will even tell a story of me； one day。 We do not go in for such things； but there could be an Ogier hero； I suppose。 A joke； Perrin。 I made a joke。 Laugh。 e； we will tell each other jokes； and laugh； and think of Faile flying free。
〃It is no joke； Loial；〃 Perrin murmured as he rode along the lines of men； trying not to listen to their cheers。 〃You are a hero whether you want to be or not。〃 The Ogier gave him a tight； wide…mouthed grin before setting his eyes back on the cleared ground beyond the hedge。 White…striped sticks marked hundred…pace intervals out to five hundred； beyond that lay quilted fields； tabac and barley； most trampled in earlier attacks； and hedges and low stone fences； and copses of leatherleaf； pine and oak。
So many faces Perrin knew in those waiting ranks of men。 Stout Eward Candwin and lantern…jawed Paet al'Caar with spears。 White…haired Buel Dowtry； the fletcher； stood with the bowmen； of course。 There was stocky； gray…haired Jac al'Seen and his bald cousin Wit； and gnarled Flann Lewin； a lanky beanpole like all of his male kin。 Jaim Torfinn and Hu Marwin； among the first to ride after him； they had felt too unfortable to join the panions； as if missing the ambush in the Waterwood had opened some gap between them and the others。 Elam Dowtry； and Dav Ayellin； and Ewin Finngar。 Hari Coplin and his brother Darl； and old Bili Congar。 Berin Thane； the miller's brother； and fat Athan Dearn； and Kevrim al'Azar； whose grandsons had grown sons； and Tuck Padwhin； the carpenter； and。。。
Making himself stop counting them； Perrin rode to where Verin stood beside one of the catapults under the watchful eye of Tomas on his gray。 The plump； brown…clad Aes Sedai studied Aram a moment before turning her birdlike gaze up to Perrin； one eyebrow raised as if to question why he was bothering her。
〃I am a little surprised to see you and Alanna still here；〃 he told her。 〃Hunting girls who can learn to channel can't be worth getting killed。 Or keeping a string tied to a ta'veren； either。〃
〃Is that what we are doing？〃 Folding her hands at her waist； she tilted her head to one side thoughtfully。 〃No；〃 she said at last； 〃I do not think we could go quite yet。 You are a very interesting study； as much as Rand； in your own way。 And young Mat。 Could I only split myself into three； I would latch one onto each of you and follow you every moment of the day and night even if I had to marry you。〃
〃I already have a wife。〃 It felt odd； saying that。 Odd； and good。 He had a wife； and she was safe。
She shattered his moment of reverie。 〃Yes； you do。 But you do not know what marrying Zarine Bashere means； do you？〃 She reached up to turn his axe in its loop on his belt； studying it。 〃When are you going to give this up for the hammer？〃
Staring at the Aes Sedai； he reined Stepper back a pace； pulling the axe out of her hands； before he knew it。 What marrying Faile meant？ Give up the axe？ What did she mean？ What did she know？
〃ISAM！〃 The guttural roar rose like thunder； and Trollocs appeared； each half again as tall as a man and twice as wide； trotting into the fields to halt beyond bowshot； a hulking； black…mailed mass； deep and stretching the length of the village。 Thousands of them packed together； huge faces distorted by beaks and snouts； heads with horns or feathered crests； spikes at elbows and shoulders； scythe…curved swords and spiked axes； hooked spears and barbed tridents； a seemingly endless sea of cruel weapons。 Behind them； Myrddraal galloped up and down on midnight horses； raven…black cloaks hanging undisturbed as they whirled their mounts。
〃ISAM！〃
〃Interesting；〃 Verin murmured。
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