rj.theshadowrising-第84章
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ad luck。 If they knew they not only carried Aes Sedai； but toward a port where other Aes Sedai may serve the Father of Storms。。。 The grace of the Light shone on us that none was close enough to hear me call you so above。 Will it offend if I ask you to keep below as much as possible； and not to wear your rings when on deck？〃
For answer； Nynaeve plucked her Great Serpent ring off and dropped it into her pouch。 Elayne did the same； a bit more reluctantly； she rather enjoyed having people see her ring。 Not quite trusting Nynaeve's remaining store of diplomacy at this point； she spoke up before the other woman could。 〃Sailmistress； we have offered you a gift of passage； if it pleases you。 If it does not； may I ask what would？〃
Coine came back to the table to look at the letter…of…rights again； then pushed it back to Nynaeve。 〃I do this for the Coramoor。 I will see you safe ashore where you wish； if it pleases the Light。 It shall be done。〃 She touched the fingers of her right hand to her lips。 〃It is agreed； under the Light。〃
Jorin made a strangled sound。 〃My sister； has a Cargomaster ever mutinied against his Sailmistress？〃
Coine gave her a flat…eyed stare。 〃I will put in the gift of passage from my own chest。 And if Toram ever hears of it； my sister； I will put you in the bilges with Dorele。 For ballast； perhaps。〃
That the two Sea Folk women had dropped formality was confirmed when the Windfinder laughed aloud。 〃And then your next port would be in Chachin； my sister； or Caemlyn； for you could not find the water without me。〃
The Sailmistress addressed Elayne and Nynaeve regretfully。 〃Properly； Aes Sedai； since you serve the Coramoor； I should honor you as I would Sailmistress and Windfinder of another ship。 We should bathe together and drink honeyed wine and tell each other stories to make ourselves laugh and weep。 But I must make ready to sail； and …〃
Wavedancer rose like his name； leaping； pounding against the dock。 Elayne whipped back and forth in her chair； wondering as it continued whether this was really better than being thrown to the deck。
Then； finally； it was over； the leaps slowing； growing smaller。 Coine scrambled to her feet and raced for the ladder； Jorin at her heels； already shouting orders to look for damage to the hull。
Chapter 20
（Waves）
Winds Rising
Elayne struggled to open the latch on an arm of her chair and darted after them； almost colliding with Nynaeve at the ladder。 The ship still rocked； if not as violently as before。 Uncertain whether they were sinking； she pushed Nynaeve ahead of her； prodding her to climb faster。
On the deck the crew dashed about； checking the rigging or peering over the side to inspect the hull； shouting about earthquakes。 The same shouts were rising from the dockmen； too； but Elayne knew better； despite the tumbled things on the piers and the ships yet pitching at their moorings。
She stared toward the Stone。 The huge fortress was still； except for masses of startled birds swirling about and that pale banner waving； almost lazily； in an isolated breeze。 No sign that anything had ever touched the mountainous mass。 That had been Rand； though。 She was sure of it。
She turned to find Nynaeve looking at her； and for a long moment their eyes met。 〃A fine pickling； if he's damaged the ship；〃 Elayne said finally。 〃How are we supposed to get to Tanchico if he goes tossing all the ships about？〃 Light； he has to be all right。 I can do nothing if he isn't。 He is all right。 He is。
Nynaeve touched her arm reassuringly。 〃No doubt that second letter of yours touched a nerve。 Men always overreact when they let their emotions go； it's the price for holding them in the way they do。 He may be the Dragon Reborn； but he must learn； man to woman； that … What are they doing here？〃
〃They〃 were two men standing amid the bustling Sea Folk on the deck。 One was Thom Merrilin； in his gleeman's cloak； with leather…cased harp and flute on his back and a bundle lying at his feet beside a battered wooden box with a lock。 The other was a lean handsome Tairen in his middle years； a hard dark man wearing a flat conical straw hat and one of those moner's coats that fit snugly to the waist； then flared like a short skirt。 A notched sword…breaker hung at a belt worn over his coat； and he leaned on a pale staff of nobbly； jointed wood exactly his own height and no thicker than his thumb。 A square tied parcel dangled by a loop from his shoulder。 Elayne knew him： his name was Juilin Sandar。
It was obvious the two men were strangers despite standing almost side by side； they held themselves with stiff reticence。 Their attentions were directed the same way； though； split between following the Sailmistress's progress toward the stern deck and peering at Elayne and Nynaeve； plainly uncertain and masking it behind a brisk show of confidence。 Thom grinned and stroked his long white mustaches and nodded every time he looked up at the two of them； Sandar made solemn； self…assured bows。
〃He is not damaged；〃 Coine said； climbing the ladder。 〃I can sail within the hour； if it pleases you。 Well within； if a Tairen pilot can be found。 I will sail without him； if not； though it means never returning to Tear。〃 She followed their gaze to the two men。 〃They ask passage； the gleeman to Tanchico； and the thief catcher to wherever you travel。 I cannot refuse them； and yet。。。。〃 Her dark eyes came back to Elayne and Nynaeve。 〃I will do so； if you ask it。〃 Reluctance to break custom battled in her voice with。。。。 Desire to help them？ To serve the Coramoor？ 〃The thief catcher is a good man； even considering that he is shorebound。 No offense to you； under the Light。 The gleeman I do not know； yet a gleeman can enliven a voyage and lighten tired hours。〃
〃You know Master Sandar？〃 Nynaeve said。
〃Twice he has found those who pilfered from us； and found them quickly。 Another shoreman would have taken longer so he might ask more for the work。 It is obvious that you know him； as well。 Do you wish me to refuse passage？〃 Her reluctance was still there。
〃Let us see why they are here first；〃 Nynaeve said in a flat voice that did not bode well for either man。
〃Perhaps I should do the talking；〃 Elayne suggested； gently but firmly。 〃That way； you can watch to see if they are hiding anything。〃 She did not say that that way Nynaeve's temper would not get the better of her； but the wry smile the other woman gave her said she had heard it anyway。
〃Very well； Elayne。 I will watch them。 Perhaps you might study how I keep calm。 You know how you are when you bee overwrought。〃
Elayne had to laugh。
The two men straightened as she and Nynaeve approached。 Around them the crew bustled； swarming into the rigging； hauling ropes； lashing some things down and unlashing others； to orders relayed from the Sailmistress。 They moved around the four shorepeople with barely a glance。
Elayne frowned at Thom Merrilin thoughtfully。 She was sure she had never seen the gleeman before his appearance in the Stone； yet even then she had been struck by something familiar about him。 Not that that was likely。 Gleemen were village performers； in the main； her mother had certainly never had one at the palace in Caemlyn。 The only gleemen Elayne could remember seeing had been in the villages near her mother's country estates； and this white…haired hawk of a man had surely never been there。
She decided to speak to the thief…catcher first。 He insisted on that； she remembered； what was a thief…taker elsewhere was a thief…catcher in Tear； and the distinction seemed important to him。
〃Master Sandar；〃 she said gravely。 〃You may not remember us。 I am Elayne Trakand； and this is my friend； Nynaeve al'Meara。 I understand that you wish to travel to the same destination as we。 Might I ask why？ The last time we saw you； you had not served us very well。〃
The man did not blink at the suggestion he might not remember them。 His eyes flickered across their hands； noting the absence of rings。 Those dark eyes noted everything； and recorded it indelibly。 〃I do remember； Mistress Trakand； and well。 But； if you w
