rj.theshadowrising-第7章
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ny will die； close to him。 It might be better for you to stay here。〃
The Amyrlin sounded sympathetic； but Min did not believe it。 She did not believe Siuan Sanche was capable of sympathy。 〃I'll take the risk； maybe I can help him。 With what I see。 It isn't even as if the Tower would be that much safer； not so long as there is one Red sister here。 They'll see a man who can channel and forget the Last Battle； and the Prophecies of the Dragon。〃
〃So will many others；〃 Siuan broke in calmly。 〃Old ways of thinking are hard to shed； for Aes Sedai as for anyone else。〃
Min gave her a puzzled look。 She seemed to be taking Min's side of the thing now。 〃It is no secret I am friends with Egwene and Nynaeve； and no secret they're from the same village as Rand。 For the Red Ajah； that will be connection enough。 When the Tower finds out what he is； I would probably be arrested before the day is out。 So will Egwene and Nynaeve； if you don't have them hidden away somewhere。〃
〃Then you mustn't be recognized。 You catch no fish if they see the net。 I suggest you forget your coat and breeches for a。 time。〃 The Amyrlin smiled like a cat smiling at a mouse。
〃What fish do you expect to catch with me？〃 Min asked in a faint voice。 She thought she knew； and hoped desperately she was wrong。
Her hope did not stop the Amyrlin from saying； 〃The Black Ajah。 Thirteen of them fled； but I fear some remain。 I cannot be sure who I can trust； for a while I was afraid to trust anyone。 You are no Darkfriend； I know； and your particular talent may just be some help。 At the very least； you'll be another trustworthy pair of eyes。〃
〃You've been planning this since I walked in； haven't you？ That's why you want to keep Gawyn and Sahra quiet。〃 Anger built up inside Min like steam in a kettle。 The woman said frog and expected people to jump。 That they usually did just made it worse。 She was no frog； no dancing puppet。 〃Is this what you did to Egwene and Elayne and Nynaeve？ Send them off after the Black Ajah？ I wouldn't put it past you！〃
〃You tend your own nets； child； and let those girls tend theirs。 As far as you are concerned； they are working penance on a farm。 Do I make myself plain？〃
That unwavering stare made Min shift on her chair。 It was easy to defy the Amyrlin … until she started staring at you with those sharp； cold blue eyes。 〃Yes； Mother。〃 The meekness of her reply rankled； but a glance at the Amyrlin convinced her to let it lie。 She plucked at the fine wool of her dress。 〃I suppose it won't kill me to wear this a little longer。〃 Suddenly Siuan looked amused； Min felt her hackles rising。
〃I fear that won't be enough。 Min in a dress is still Min in a dress to anyone who looks close。 You cannot always wear a cloak with the hood up。 No； you must change everything that can be changed。 For one thing； you will continue to go by Elmindreda。 It is your name； after all。〃 Min winced。 〃Your hair is almost as long as Leane's； long enough to put in curls。 For the rest。。。。 I never had any use for rouge and powder and paints； but Leane remembers the use of them。〃
Min's eyes had grown wider by the word since the mention of curls。 〃Oh； no；〃 she gasped。
〃No one will take you for Min who wears breeches once Leane makes you into a perfect Elmindreda。〃
〃Oh； NO！〃
〃As to why you are staying in the Tower…a reason suitable for a fluttery young woman who looks and acts nothing at all like Min。〃 The Amyrlin frowned thoughtfully； ignoring Min's efforts to break in。 〃Yes。 I will let it be put about that Mistress Elmindreda managed to encourage two suitors to the point that she has to take shelter from them in the tower until she can decide between them； A few women still claim sanctuary each year； and sometimes for reasons as silly。〃 Her face hardened； and her eyes sharpened。 〃If you're still thinking of Tear； think again。 Consider whether you can be of more help to Rand there； or here。 If the Black Ajah brings the Tower down； or worse； gains control； he loses even the little help I can give。 So。 Are you a woman； or a lovesick girl？〃
Trapped。 Min could see it as plainly as a shackle on her leg。 〃Do you always get your way with people； Mother？〃
The Amyrlin's smile was even colder this time。 〃Usually； child。 Usually。〃
Shifting her red…fringed shawl； Elaida stared thoughtfully at the door to the Amyrlin's study； through which the two young women had just vanished。 The novice came back out almost immediately； took one look at Elaida's face； and bleated like a frightened sheep。 Elaida thought she recognized her； though she could not bring the girl's name to mind。 She had more important uses for her time than teaching wretched children。
〃Your name？〃
〃Sahra； Elaida Sedai。〃 The girl's reply was a breathless squeak。 Elaida might have no interest in novices； but the novices knew her； and her reputation。
She remembered the girl now。 A daydreamer with moderate ability who would never be of any real power。 It was doubtful she knew anything more than Elaida had already seen and heard … or remembered much more than Gawyn's smile； for that matter。 A fool。 Elaida flicked a dismissive hand。
The girl dropped a curtsy so deep her face almost touched the floor tiles； then fled at a dead run。
Elaida did not see her go。 The Red sister had turned away； already forgetting the novice。 As she swept down the corridor； not a line marred her smooth features； but her thoughts boiled furiously。 She did not even notice the servants； the novices and Accepted； who scrambled out of her way； curtsying as she passed。 Once she almost walked over a Brown sister with her nose in a sheaf of notes。 The plump Brown jumped back witha startled squawk that Elaida did not hear。
Dress or no dress； she knew the young woman who had gone in to see the Amyrlin。 Min； who had spent so much time with the Amyrlin on her first visit to the Tower； though for no reason anyone knew。 Min； who was such close friends with Elayne； Egwene； and Nynaeve。 The Amyrlin was hiding the whereabouts of those three。 Elaida was sure of it。 All reports that they were serving penance on a farm had e at third or fourth hand from Siuan Sanche； more than enough distance to hide any twisting of words to avoid an outright lie。 Not to mention the fact that all Elaida's considerable efforts to find this farm had yielded nothing。
〃The Light burn her！〃 For a moment open anger painted her face。 She was not sure whether she meant Siuan Sanche or the Daughter…Heir。 Either would serve。 A slender Accepted heard her； glanced at her face； and went as white as her own dress； Elaida strode by without seeing her。
Apart from everything else； it infuriated her that she could not find Elayne。 Elaida had the Foretelling sometimes； the ability to foresee future events。 If it came seldom and faintly； that was still more than any Aes Sedai had had since Gitara Moroso； dead now twenty years。 The very first thing Elaida had ever Foretold； while still an Accepted … and had known enough even then to keep to herself … was that the Royal line of Andor would be the key to defeating the Dark One in the Last Battle。 She had attached herself to Morgase as soon as it was clear Morgase would succeed to the throne； had built her influence year by patient year。 And now all her effort； all her sacrifice … she might have been Amyrlin herself had she not concentrated all her energies on Andor… might be for naught because Elayne had disappeared。
With an effort she forced her thoughts back to what was important now。 Egwene and Nynaeve came from the same village as that strange young man； Rand al'Thor。 And Min knew him as well； however much she had tried to hide the fact。 Rand al'Thor lay at the heart of it。
Elaida had only seen him once； supposedly a shepherd from the Two Rivers； in Andor； but looking every inch the Aielman。 The Foretelling had e to her at the sight of him。 He was ta'veren； one of those rare individuals who； instead of being woven into the Pattern as the Wheel of Time chose； forced the Pattern to shape itself around them； for a time at least。 And Elaida had seen chaos swirling around him； division and strife for Andor； perhaps for even more of the world。 But Andor must be kept whole； whatever else happened； that first Foretelling had convinced her
