rj.theshadowrising-第86章
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Ropes were cast off at the bow； where triangular sails suddenly broke out； and Wavedancer heeled away from the dock。 More sails appeared； great white squares and triangles； the sternlines were cast off； and the ship curled out into the river in a great arc through the anchored ships awaiting their turn at the docks； a smooth curve that ended heading south； downriver。 The Sea Folk handled their ship as a master horseman would a fine steed。 That peculiar spoked wheel worked the rudder； somehow； as one of the bare…chested crewmen turned it。 A man； Elayne was relieved to see。 Sailmistress and Windfinder stood to one side of the wheel； Coine issuing occasional orders； sometimes after a murmured consultation with her sister。 Toram watched for a time； with a face that might have been carved from a deck plank； then stalked below。
There was a Tairen on the sterndeck； a plump； dejected looking man in a dull yellow coat with puffy gray sleeves； rubbing his hands nervously。 He had been hustled aboard just as the gangway was being hauled up； a pilot who was supposed to guide Wavedancer downriver； according to Tairen law； no ship could pass through the Fingers of the Dragon without a Tairen pilot aboard。 His dejection certainly came from doing nothing； for if he gave any directions； the Sea Folk paid them no heed。
Muttering about seeing what their cabin was like； Nynaeve went downstairs … below … but Elayne was enjoying the breeze across the deck and the feel of starting out。 To travel； to see places she had not seen before； was a joy in itself。 She had never expected to； not like this。 The Daughter Heir of Andor might make a few state visits； and she would make more once she succeeded to the throne； but they would be bounded about with ceremony and propriety。 Not like this at all。 Barefoot Sea Folk and a ship headed to sea。
The riverbank slid by quite quickly as the sun climbed； an occasional cluster of huddled stone farmhouses and barns； bleak and lonely； appearing and vanishing behind。 No villages； though。 Tear would not allow the smallest village on the river between the city and the sea； for even the tiniest might one day bee petition for the capital。 The High Lords controlled the size of villages and towns throughout the country with a buildings tax that grew heavier the more buildings there were。 Elayne was sure they would never have allowed Godan to thrive； on the Bay of Remara； if not for the supposed necessity of a strong presence overlooking Mayene。 In a way it was a relief to be leaving such foolish people behind。 If only she did not have to leave one foolish man behind as well。
The number of fishing boats； most small and all surrounded by clouds of hopeful gulls and fisher birds； increased the farther south Wavedancer went； especially once the vessel entered the maze of waterways called the Fingers of the Dragon。 Often the birds overhead and the long poles that held the nets were all that was visible besides plains of reeds and knifegrass rippling in the breezes； dotted with low islands where odd； twisted trees grew with spidery tangles of roots exposed to the air； Many boats worked right in the reeds； though not with nets。 Once Elayne saw some of them close to clear water； men and women dropping hooked lines into the watery growth and pulling up wriggling； dark…striped fish as long as a man's arm。
The Tairen pilot began to pace anxiously once they were in the delta； with the sun overhead； turning up his nose at an offered bowl of thick spicy fish stew and bread。 Elayne ate hers hungrily； wiping her pottery bowl with the last scrap of bread； though she shared his unease。 Passages broad and narrow ran in every direction。 Some ended abruptly； in plain sight； against a wall of reeds。 There was no way to tell which of the others might not vanish just as suddenly around the next bend。 Coine did not slow Wavedancer； regardless； or hesitate at choosing a way。 Obviously she knew the channels to take； or the Windfinder did； but the pilot still muttered to himself as if he expected to run aground any moment。
It was late afternoon when the river mouth suddenly appeared ahead； and the endless stretch of the Sea of Storms beyond。 The Sea Folk did something with the sails； and the ship shuddered softly to a dead halt。 It was only then that Elayne noticed a large rowboat skittering like a many legged waterbug out from an island where a few forlorn stone buildings stood around the base of a tall narrow tower where men stood small at the top beneath the banner of Tear； three white crescents on a field of red and gold。 The pilot took the purse Coine proffered without a word and scrambled down a rope ladder to the boat。 As soon as he was aboard； the sails were swung about again； and Wavedancer breasted the first rollers of open sea； rising slightly； slicing through。 Sea Folk scampered through the rigging； setting more sails； as the ship sped south and west； away from the land。
When the last thin strip of land dropped below the horizon； the Sea Folk women doffed their blouses。 All of them； even the Sailmistress and the Windfinder。 Elayne did not know where to look。 All those women walking about half dressed and pletely unconcerned by the men all around them。 Juilin Sandar seemed to be having as hard a time as she was； alternating between staring at the women wide eyed and staring at his feet until he finally all but ran below。 Elayne would not let herself be routed that way。 She opted for staring over the side at the sea； instead。
Different customs； she reminded herself。 As long they don't expect me to do the same。 The very thought nearly made her laugh hysterically。 Somehow； the Black Ajah was easier to contemplate than that。 Different customs。 Light！
The sky grew purple； with a dull golden sun on the horizon。 Scores of dolphins escorted the vessel； rolling and arching alongside； and farther out some sort of sparkling silver blue fish rose above the surface in schools； gliding on outstretched fins a span across for fifty paces or more before plunging back into the swelling gray green water。 Elayne watched in amazement for a dozen flights before they did not appear again。
But the dolphins； great sleek shapes； were wondrous enough； a guard of honor taking Wavedancer back where he belonged。 Those she recognized from descriptions in books； it was said if they found you drowning； they would push you to shore。 She was not sure she believed it； but it was a pretty story。 She followed them along the side of the ship； to the bow； where they frolicked in the bow wave； rolling on their sides to look up at her without losing an inch。
She was almost in the narrowest point of the bow before she realized Thom Merrilin was there before her； smiling down at the dolphins a bit sadly； his cloak catching the wind like the cloud of sails above。 He had rid himself of his belongings。 He did seem familiar； truly he did。 〃Are you not happy； Master Merrilin？〃
He glanced at her sideways。 〃Please； call me Thom； my Lady。〃
〃Thom； then。 But not my Lady。 I am only Mistress Trakand here。〃
〃As you say； Mistress Trakand；〃 he said with a hint of a smile。
〃How can you look at these dolphins and be unhappy； Thom？〃
〃They are free；〃 he murmured； in such a tone that she was not sure he was answering her。 〃They have no decisions to make； no prices to pay。 Not a worry in the world； except finding fish to eat。 And sharks； I suppose。 And lionfish。 And likely a hundred more things I don't know。 Perhaps it is not such an enviable life at that。〃
〃Do you envy them？〃 He did not answer； but that was the wrong question anyway。 She needed to make him smile again。 No； laugh。 For some reason she was sure if she could make him laugh； she would remember where she had seen him before。 She chose another topic； one that should be nearer his heart。 〃Do you mean to pose the epic of Rand； Thom？〃 Epics were for bards； not gleemen； but there could be no harm in a little flattery。 〃The epic of the Dragon Reborn。 Loial means to write a book； you know。〃
〃Perhaps I will； Mistress Trakand。 Perhaps。 But neither my posing nor the Ogier's book will make much difference in the l
