rj.theshadowrising-第26章
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〃 and 〃dock〃 the way most of the Aiel did； although in the Waste such things existed only in stories。
She nodded as if she had expected nothing else。 Perrin shook his head； she was so used to hiding her real thoughts； she seemed to veil them out of habit。
Suddenly one of the doors opened and Bain and Chiad slipped in； without their spears。 Bain was carrying a large white bowl and a fat pitcher with steam rising from the top。 Chiad had towels folded under her arm。
〃Why are you bringing this？〃 Moiraine demanded。
Chiad shrugged。 〃She would not e in。〃
Rand barked a laugh。 〃Even the servants know enough to stay clear of me。 Put it anywhere。〃
〃Your time is running out； Rand；〃 Moiraine said。 〃The Tairens are being used to you； after a fashion； and no one fears what is familiar as much as what is strange。 How many weeks； or days； before someone tries to put an arrow in your back or poison in your food？ How long before one of the Forsaken strikes； or another bubble es sliding along the Pattern？〃
〃Don't try to harry me； Moiraine。〃 He was blood filthy； half naked； more than half leaning on Callandor to stay sitting up； but he managed to fill those words with quiet mand。 〃I will not run for you； either。〃
〃Choose your way soon；〃 she said。 〃And this time； inform me what you mean to do。 My knowledge cannot aid you if you refuse to accept my help。〃
〃Your help？〃 Rand said wearily。 〃I'll take your help。 But I will decide； not you。〃 He looked at Perrin as if trying to tell him something without words； something he did not want the others to hear。 Perrin had not a clue what it was。 After a moment Rand sighed； his head sank a little。 〃I want to sleep。 All of you； go away。 Please。 We will talk tomorrow。〃 His eyes flickered to Perrin again； underscoring the words for him。
Moiraine crossed the room to Bain and Chiad； and the two Aiel women leaned close so she could speak for their ears alone。 Perrin heard only a buzz； and wondered if she was using the Power to stop him eavesdropping。 She knew the keenness of his hearing。 He was sure of it when Bain whispered back and he still could not make out anything。 The Aes Sedai had done nothing about his sense of smell； though。 The Aiel women looked at Rand as they listened； and they smelled wary。 Not afraid； but as if Rand were a large animal that would be dangerous if they misstepped。
The Aes Sedai turned back to Rand。 〃We will talk tomorrow。 You cannot sit like a partridge waiting for a hunter's net。〃 She was moving for the door before Rand could reply。 Lan looked at Rand as if about to say something； but followed her without speaking。
〃Rand？〃 Perrin said。
〃We do what we have to。〃 Rand did not look up from the clear hilt between his hands。 〃We all do what we have to。〃 He smelled afraid。
Perrin nodded and followed Rhuarc out of the room。 Moiraine and Lan were nowhere in sight。 The Tairen officer was staring at the doors from ten paces off； trying to pretend the distance was his choice and had nothing to do with the four Aiel women watching him。 The other two Maidens were still in the bedchamber； Perrin realized。 He heard voices from the room。
〃Go away；〃 Rand said tiredly。 〃Just put that down and go away。〃
〃If you can stand up；〃 Chiad said cheerfully； 〃we will。 Only stand。〃
There was the sound of water splashing into a bowl。 〃We have tended to wounded before；〃 Bain said in soothing tones。 〃And I used to wash my brothers when they were little。〃
Rhuarc pushed the door shut； cutting off the rest。
〃You do not treat him the way the Tairens do；〃 Perrin said quietly。 〃No bowing and scraping。 I don't think I have heard one of you call him Lord Dragon。〃
〃The Dragon Reborn is a wetlander prophecy；〃 Rhuarc said。 〃Ours is He Who es With the Dawn。〃
〃I thought they were the same。 Else why did you e to the Stone？ Burn me； Rhuarc； you Aiel are the People of the Dragon； just as the Prophecies say。 You've as good as admitted it； even if you won't say it out loud。〃
Rhuarc ignored the last part。 〃In your Prophecies of the Dragon； the fall of the Stone and the taking of Callandor proclaim that the Dragon has been Reborn。 Our prophecy says only that the Stone must fall before He Who es With the Dawn appears to take us back to what was ours。 They may be one man； but I doubt even the Wise Ones could say for sure。 If Rand is the one； there are things he must do yet to prove it。〃
〃What？〃 Perrin demanded。
〃If he is the one； he will know； and do them。 If he does not； then our search still goes on。〃
Something unreadable in the Aielman's voice pricked Perrin's ears。 〃And if he isn't the one you search for？ What then； Rhuarc？〃
〃Sleep well and safely； Perrin。〃 Rhuarc's soft boots made no sound on the black marble as he walked away。
The Tairen officer was still staring past the Maidens； smelling of fear； failing to mask the anger and hatred on his face。 If the Aiel decided Rand was not He Who es With the Dawn。。。。 Perrin studied the Tairen officer's face and thought of the Maidens not being there； of the Stone empty of Aiel； and he shivered。 He had to make sure Faile decided to leave。 That was all there was for it。 She had to decide to go； and without him。
Chapter 4
（Harp）
Strings
Thom Merrilin sprinkled sand across what he handwritten to blot the ink； then carefully poured the sand back into its jar and flipped the lid shut。 Riffling through the papers scattered in rough piles across the table … six tallow candles made fire a real danger； but he needed the light … he selected a crumpled sheet marred by an inkblot。 Carefully he pared it with what he had written； then stroked a long white mustache with a thumb in satisfaction and permitted himself a leathery…faced smile。 The High Lord Carleon himself would have thought it was his own hand。
Be wary。 Your husband suspects。
Only those words； and no signature。 Now if he could arrange for the High Lord Tedosian to find it where his wife； the Lady Alteima； might carelessly have left it。。。。
A knock sounded at the door； and he jumped。 No one came to see him at this time of the night。
〃A moment；〃 he called； hastily stuffing pens and inkpots and selected papers into a battered writing chest。 〃A moment while I put on a shirt。〃
Locking the chest； he shoved it under the table where it might escape casual notice and ran an eye over his small； windowless room to see if he had left anything out that should not be seen。 Hoops and balls for juggling littered his narrow； unmade bed； and lay among his shaving things on a single shelf with fire wands and small items for sleight of hand。 His gleeman's cloak； covered with loose patches in a hundred colors； hung from a peg on the wall along with his spare clothes and the hard leather cases holding his harp and flute。 A woman's diaphanous red silk scarf was tied around the strap of the harp case； but it could have belonged to anyone。
He was not sure he remembered who had tied it there； he tried to pay no more attention to one woman than any other； and all of it lighthearted and laughing。 Make them laugh； even make them sigh； but avoid entanglements； that was his motto； he had no time for those。 That was what he told himself。
〃I'm ing。〃 He limped to the door irritably。 Once he had drawn oohs and aahs from people who could hardly believe； even while they watched； that a rawboned； white…haired old man could do backsprings and handstands and flips； limber and quick as a boy。 The limp had put an end to that； and he hated it。 The leg ached worse when he was tired。 He jerked open the door； and blinked in surprise。 〃Well。 e in； Mat。 I thought you would be hard at work lightening lordlings' purses。〃
〃They didn't want to gamble any more tonight；〃 Mat said sourly； dropping onto the three…legged stool that served as a second chair。 His coat was undone and his hair disheveled。 His brown eyes darted around； never resting on one spot long； but their usual twinkle； suggesting that the lad saw something funny where no one else did； was missing tonight。
Thom frowned at him； considering。 Ma
