rj.thegreathunt-第164章
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ves me。〃
〃I said put your clothes on。 We have somebody to be our Leashed One。〃 Nynaeve tugged at the leash that held Seta； and the sul'dam gasped。
〃No！ No； please！ If anyone sees me …〃 She cut off at Nynaeve's cold stare。
〃As far as I am concerned； you are worse than a murderer； worse than a Darkfriend。 I can't think of anything worse than you。 The fact that I have to wear this thing on my wrist； to be the same as you for even an hour； sickens me。 So if you think there is anything I'll balk at doing to you； think again。 You don't want to be seen？ Good。 Neither do we。 No one really looks at a damane； though。 As long as you keep your head down the way a Leashed One is supposed to； no one will even notice you。 But you had better do the best you can to make sure the rest of us aren't noticed； either。 If we are； you surely will be seen； and if that is not enough to hold you； I promise you I'll make you curse the first kiss your mother ever gave your father。 Do we understand each other？〃
〃Yes；〃 Seta said faintly。 〃I swear it。〃
Nynaeve had to remove the bracelet in order for them to slide Elayne's gray…dyed dress down the leash and over Seta's head。 It did not fit the woman well； being loose at the bosom and tight across the hips； but Nynaeve's would have been as bad； and too short besides。 Nynaeve hoped people really did not look at damane。 She put the bracelet back on reluctantly。
Elayne gathered up Nynaeve's clothes； wrapped the other dyed dress around them； and made a bundle； a bundle for a woman in farm clothes to be carrying as she followed a sul'dam and a damane。 〃Gawyn will eat his heart out when he hears about this；〃 she said； and laughed。 It sounded forced。
Nynaeve looked at her closely； then at Min。 It was time for the dangerous part。 〃Are you ready？〃
Elayne's smile faded。 〃I am ready。〃
〃Ready；〃 Min said curtly。
〃Where are you 。。。 we 。。。 going？〃 Seta said； quickly adding； 〃If I may ask？〃
〃Into the lions' den；〃 Elayne told her。
〃To dance with the Dark One；〃 Min said。
Nynaeve sighed and shook her head。 〃What they are trying to say is； we are going where all the damane are kept； and we intend to free one of them。〃
Seta was still gaping in astonishment when they hustled her out of the shed。
Bayle Domon watched the rising sun from the deck of his ship。 The docks were already beginning to bustle； though the streets leading up from the harbor stood largely empty。 A gull perched on a piling stared at him； gulls had pitiless eyes。
〃Are you sure about this； Captain？〃 Yarin asked。 〃If the Seanchan wonder what we're all doing aboard … 〃
〃You just make certain there do be an axe near every mooring line；〃 Domon said curtly。 〃And； Yarin？ Do any man try to cut a line before those women are aboard； I will split his skull。〃
〃What if they don't e； Captain？ What if it's Seanchan soldiers instead？〃
〃Settle your bowels； man！ If soldiers e； I will make a run for the harbor mouth； and the Light have mercy on us all。 But until soldiers do e； I mean to wait for those women。 Now go look as if you are no doing anything。〃
Domon turned back to peering up into the town； toward where the damane were held。 His fingers drummed a nervous tattoo on the railing。
The breeze from the sea brought the smell of breakfast cook fires to Rand's nose； and tried to flap at his moth…eaten cloak； but he held it closed with one hand as Red neared the town。 There had not been a coat to fit him in the clothes they had found； and he thought it best to keep the fine silver embroidery on his sleeves and the herons on his collar hidden。 The Seanchan attitude toward conquered people carrying weapons might not extend to those with heron…mark swords； either。
The first shadows of morning stretched out ahead of him。 He could just see Hurin riding in among the wagon yards and horse lots。 Only one or two men moved among the lines of merchant wagons； and they wore the long aprons of wheelwrights or blacksmiths。 Ingtar； the first in； was already out of sight。 Perrin and Mat followed behind Rand at spaced intervals。 He did not look back to check on them。 There was not supposed to be anything to connect them； five men ing into Falme at an early hour； but not together。
The horse lots surrounded him； horses already crowding the fences； waiting to be fed。 Hurin put his head out from between two stables； their doors still closed and barred； saw Rand and motioned to him before ducking back。 Rand turned the bay stallion that way。
Hurin stood holding his horse by the reins。 He had on one of the long vests instead of his coat； and despite the heavy cloak that hid his short sword and sword…breaker； he shivered with the cold。 〃Lord Ingtar's back there；〃 he said； nodding down the narrow passage。 〃He says we'll leave the horses here and go the rest of the way on foot。〃 As Rand dismounted； the sniffer added； 〃Fain went right down that street； Lord Rand。 I can almost smell it from here。〃
Rand led Red down the way to where Ingtar had already tied his own behind the stable。 The Shienaran did not look very much like a lord in a dirty fleece coat with holes worn through the leather in several places； and his sword looked odd belted over it。 His eyes had a feverish intensity。
Tying Red alongside Ingtar's stallion； Rand hesitated over his saddlebags。 He had not wanted to leave the banner behind。 He did not think any of the soldiers would have gone into the bags； but he could not say the same for Verin； nor predict what she would do if she found the banner。 Still； it made him uneasy to have it with him。 He decided to leave the saddlebags tied behind his saddle。
Mat joined them； and a few moments later Hurin came with Perrin。 Mat wore baggy trousers stuffed into the tops of his boots； and Perrin his too…short cloak。 Rand thought they all looked like villainous beggars； but they had all passed largely unnoticed in the villages。
〃Now；〃 Ingtar said； 〃Let us see what we see。〃
They strolled out to the dirt street as if they had no particular destination in mind； talking among themselves； and ambled past the wagon yards onto sloping cobblestone streets。 Rand was not sure what he himself said； much less anyone else。 Ingtar's plan had been for them to look like any other group of men walking together； but there were all too few people out…of…doors。 Five men made a crowd in those cold morning streets。
They walked in a bunch； but it was Hurin who led them； sniffing the air and turning up this street and down that。 The rest turned when he did； as if that was what they had intended all along。 〃He's crisscrossed this town；〃 Hurin muttered； grimacing。 〃His smell is everywhere； and it stinks so； it's hard to tell old from new。 At least I know he's still here。 Some of it cannot be older than a day or two； I'm sure。 I am sure；〃 he added less doubtfully。
A few more people began to appear； here a fruit peddler setting his wares on tables； there a fellow hurrying along with a big roll of parchments under his arm and a sketch…board slung across his back； a knife…sharpener oiling the shaft of his grinding wheel on its barrow。 Two women walked by； headed the other way； one with downcast eyes and a silver collar around her neck； the other； in a dress worked with lightning bolts； holding a coiled silver leash。
Rand's breath caught； it was an effort not to look back at them。
〃Was that。。。？〃 Mat's eyes were open wide； staring out of the hollows of his eye sockets。 〃Was that a damane？〃
〃That is the way they were described；〃 Ingtar said curtly。 〃Hurin； are we going to walk every street in this Shadowcursed town？〃
〃He's been everywhere； Lord Ingtar；〃 Hurin said。 〃His stench is everywhere。〃 They had e into an area where the stone houses were three and four stories high； as big as inns。
They rounded a corner； and Rand was taken aback by the sight of a score of Seanchan soldiers standing guard in front of a big house on one side of the street … and by the sight of two women in lightning…marked dresses talking on the doorsteps of another across from it。 A b
