rj.thegreathunt-第172章
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lry riding scaled beasts as well as armored men on horses； colorful gonfanons marking the officers。 Grolm dotted the ranks； and other strange creatures； almost but not quite like monstrous birds and lizards； and great things like nothing he could describe； with gray； wrinkled skin and huge tusks。 At intervals along the lines stood sul'dam and damane by the score。 Rand wondered if Egwene were one of them。 In the town behind the soldiers； a rooftop still exploded now and again； and lightning still streaked the sky。 Two flying beasts； with leathery wings twenty spans tip to tip； soared high overhead； keeping well away from where the bright bolts danced。
〃All that for us？〃 Mat said incredulously。 〃Who do they think we are？〃
An answer came to Rand； but he shoved it away before it had a chance to form pletely。
〃We aren't going the other way either； Lord Rand；〃 Hurin said。 〃Whitecloaks。 Hundreds of them。〃
Rand wheeled his horse to look where the sniffer was pointing。 A long； white…cloaked line rippled slowly toward them across the hills。
〃Lord Rand；〃 Hurin muttered； 〃if that lot lays an eye on the Horn of Valere； we'll never get it close to an Aes Sedai。 We'll never get close to it again ourselves。〃
〃Maybe that's why the Seanchan are gathering；〃 Mat said hopefully。 〃Because of the Whitecloaks。 Maybe it doesn't have anything to do with us at all。〃
〃Whether it does or not；〃 Perrin said dryly； 〃there is going to be a battle here in a few minutes。〃
〃Either side could kill us；〃 Hurin said； 〃even if they never see the Horn。 If they do 。。。〃
Rand could not manage to think about the Whitecloaks； or the Seanchan。 I have to go back。 Have to。 He was staring at the Horn of Valere； he realized。 They all were。 The curled； golden Horn hung at Mat's pommel； the focus of every eye。
〃It has to be there at the Last Battle；〃 Mat said； licking his lips。 〃Nothing says it can't be used before then。〃 He pulled the Horn free of its lashings and looked at them anxiously。 〃Nothing says it can't。〃
No one else said anything。 Rand did not think he could speak； his own thoughts were too urgent to allow room for speech。 Have to go back。 Have to go back。 The longer he looked at the Horn； the more urgent his thoughts became。 Have to。 Have to。
Mat's hand shook as he raised the Horn of Valere to his lips。
It was a clear note； golden as the Horn was golden。 The trees around them seemed to resonate with it； and the ground under their feet； the sky overhead。 That one long sound enpassed everything。
Out of nowhere； a fog began to rise。 First thin wisps hanging in the air； then thicker billows； and thicker； until it blanketed the land like clouds。
Geofram Bornhald stiffened in his saddle as a sound filled the air； so sweet he wanted to laugh； so mournful he wanted to cry。 It seemed to e from every direction at once。 A mist began to rise； growing even as he watched。
The Seanchan。 They are trying something。 They know we are here。
It was too soon； the town too far； but he drew his sword … a clatter of scabbards ran down the rank of his half legion … and called； 〃The legion will advance at a trot。〃
The fog covered everything； now； but he knew Falme was still there； ahead。 The pace of the horses picked up； he could not see them； but he could hear。
Abruptly the ground ahead flew up with a roar； showering him with dirt and pebbles。 From the white blindness to his right he heard another roar； and men and horses screamed； then from his left； and again。 Again。 Thunder and screams； hidden by the fog。
〃The legion will charge！〃 His horse leaped forward as he dug in his heels； and he heard the roar as the legion； as much of it as still lived； followed。
Thunder and screams； wrapped in whiteness。
His last thought was regret。 Byar would not be able to tell his son Dain how he had died。
Rand could not see the trees around them any longer。 Mat had lowered the Horn； eyes wide with awe； but the sound of it still rang in Rand's ears。 The fog hid everything in rolling waves as white as the finest bleached wool； yet Rand could see。 He could see； but it was mad。 Falme floated somewhere beneath him； its landward border black with the Seanchan ranks； lightning ripping its streets。 Falme hung over his head。 There Whitecloaks charged and died as the earth opened in fire beneath their horses' hooves。 There men ran about the decks of tall； square ships in the harbor； and on one ship； a familiar ship； fearful men waited。 He could even recognize the face of the captain。 Bayle Domon。 He clutched his head with both hands。 The trees were hidden； but he could still see each of the others clearly。 Hurin anxious。 Mat muttering； fearful。 Perrin looking as if he knew this was meant to be。 The fog roiled up all around them。
Hurin gasped。 〃Lord Rand！〃 There was no need for him to point。
Down the billowing fog； as if it were the side of a mountain； rode shapes on horses。 At first the dense mists hid more than that； but slowly they came closer； and it was Rand's turn to gasp。 He knew them。 Men； not all in armor； and women。 Their clothes and their weapons came from every Age； but he knew them all。
Rogosh Eagle…eye； a fatherly looking man with white hair and eyes so sharp as to make his name merely a hint。 Gaidal Cain； a swarthy man with the hilts of his two swords sticking above his broad shoulders。 Golden…haired Birgitte； with her gleaming silver bow and quiver bristling with silver arrows。 More。 He knew their faces； knew their names。 But he heard a hundred names when he looked at each face； some so different he did not recognize them as names at all； though he knew they were。 Michael instead of Mikel。 Patrick instead of Paedrig。 Oscar instead of Otarin。
He knew the man who rode at their head； too。 Tall and hook…nosed； with dark； deep…set eyes； his great sword Justice at his side。 Artur Hawkwing。
Mat gaped at them as they reined in before him and the others。 〃Is this。。。 ？
Is this all of you？〃 They were little more than a hundred； Rand saw； and realized that somehow he had known that they would be。 Hurin's mouth hung open； his eyes bulged almost out of his head。
〃It takes more than bravery to bind a man to the Horn。〃 Artur Hawkwing's voice was deep and carrying； a voice used to giving mands。
〃Or a woman；〃 Birgitte said sharply。
〃Or a woman；〃 Hawkwing agreed。 〃Only a few are bound to the Wheel； spun out again and again to work the will of the Wheel in the Pattern of the Ages。 You could tell him； Lews Therin； could you but remember when you wore flesh。〃 He was looking at Rand。
Rand shook his head； but he would not waste time with denials。 〃Invaders have e； men who call themselves Seanchan； who use chained Aes Sedai in battle。 They must be driven back into the sea。 And … and there is a girl。 Egwene al'Vere。 A novice from the White Tower。 The Seanchan have her prisoner。 You must help me free her。〃
To his surprise； several of the small host behind Artur Hawkwing chuckled； and Birgitte； testing her bowstring； laughed。 〃You always choose women who cause you trouble； Lews Therin。〃 It had a fond sound； as between old friends。
〃My name is Rand al'Thor；〃 he snapped。 〃You have to hurry。 There isn't much time。〃
〃Time？〃 Birgitte said； smiling。 〃We have all of time。〃 Gaidal Cain dropped his reins and； guiding his horse with his knees； drew a sword in either hand。 All along the small band of heroes there was an unsheathing of swords； an unlimbering of bows； a hefting of spears and axes。
Justice shone like a mirror in Artur Hawkwing's gauntleted fist。 〃I have fought by your side times beyond number； Lews Therin； and faced you as many more。 The Wheel spins us out for its purposes； not ours； to serve the Pattern。 I know you； if you do not know yourself。 We will drive these invaders out for you。〃 His warhorse pranced； and he looked around； frowning。 〃Something is wrong here。 Something holds me。〃 Suddenly he turned his sharp…eyed gaze on Rand。 〃You are here。 Have you the banner？〃 A murmur ran through those behind him。
〃Yes。〃 Rand tore o
