rj.thegreathunt-第32章
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〃What do you make of it？〃 Moiraine asked Verin in a careful voice。 〃Is it prophecy； do you think？〃
Verin tilted her head； peering at her notes in thought。 〃Possibly。 It has the form of some of the few dark prophecies we know。 And parts of it are clear enough。 It could still be only a taunt； though。〃 She rested a finger on one line。 〃'Daughter of the Night； she walks again。' That can only mean Lanfear is loose again。 Or someone wants us to think she is。〃
〃That would be something to worry us； Daughter；〃 the Amyrlin Seat said； 〃if it were true。 But the Forsaken are still bound。〃 She glanced at Moiraine； looking troubled for an instant before she schooled her features。 〃Even if the seals are weakening； the Forsaken are still bound。〃
Lanfear。 In the Old Tongue； Daughter of the Night。 Nowhere was her real name recorded； but that was the name she had taken for herself； unlike most of the Forsaken； who had been named by those they betrayed。 Some said she had really been the most powerful of the Forsaken； next to Ishamael； the Betrayer of Hope； but had kept her powers hidden。 Too little was left from that time for any scholar to say for certain。
〃With all the false Dragons that are appearing； it is not surprising someone would try to bring Lanfear into it。〃 Moiraine's voice was as unruffled as her face； but inside herself she roiled。 Only one thing for certain was known of Lanfear beside the name： before she went over to the Shadow； before Lews Therin Telamon met Ilyena； Lanfear had been his lover。 A plication we do not need。
The Amyrlin Seat frowned as if she had had the same thought； but Verin nodded as if it were all just words。 〃Other names are clear； too； Mother。 Lord Luc； of course； was brother to Tigraine； then the Daughter…Heir of Andor； and he vanished in the Blight。 Who Isam is； or what he has to do with Luc； I do not know； however。〃
〃We will find out what we need to know in time；〃 Moiraine said smoothly。 〃There is no proof as yet that this is prophecy。〃 She knew the name。 Isam had been the son of Breyan； wife of Lain Mandragoran； whose attempt to seize the throne of Malkier for her husband had brought the Trolloc hordes crashing down。 Breyan and her infant son had both vanished when the Trollocs overran Malkier。 And Isam had been blood kin to Lan。 Or is blood kin？ I must keep this from him； until I know how he will react。 Until we are away from the Blight。 If he thought Isam were alive 。。。
〃'The Watchers wait on Toman Head；'〃 Verin went on。 〃There are a few who still cling to the old belief that the armies Artur Hawkwing sent across the Aryth Ocean will return one day； though after all this time。。。 〃 She gave a disdainful sniff。 〃The Do Miere A'vron； the Watchers Over the Waves； still have a。。。 munity is the best word； I suppose。。。 on Toman Head； at Falme。 And one of the old names for Artur Hawkwing was Hammer of the Light。〃
〃Are you suggesting； Daughter；〃 the Amyrlin Seat said； 〃that Artur Hawkwing's armies； or rather their descendants； might actually return after a thousand years？〃
〃There are rumors of war on Almoth Plain and Toman Head；〃 Moiraine said slowly。 〃And Hawkwing sent two of his sons； as well as armies。 If they did survive in whatever lands they found； there could well be many descendants of Hawkwing。 Or none。〃
The Amyrlin gave Moiraine a guarded look； obviously wishing they were alone so she could demand to know what Moiraine was up to。 Moiraine made a soothing gesture； and her old friend grimaced at her。
Verin； with her nose still buried in her notes； noticed none of it。 〃I don't know； Mother。 I doubt it； though。 We know nothing at all of those lands Artur Hawkwing set out to conquer。 It's too bad the Sea Folk refuse to cross the Aryth Ocean。 They say the Islands of the Dead lie on the other side。 I wish I knew what they meant by that； but that accursed Sea Folk closemouthedness 。。。〃 She sighed； still not raising her head。 〃All we have is one reference to 'lands under the Shadow； beyond the setting sun； beyond the Aryth Ocean； where the Armies of Night reign。' Nothing there to tell us if the armies Hawkwing sent were enough by themselves to defeat these 'Armies of the Night；' or even to survive Hawkwing's death。 Once the War of the Hundred Years started； everyone was too intent on carving out their own part of Hawkwing's empire to spare a thought for his armies across the sea。 It seems to me； Mother； that if their descendants still lived； and if they ever intended to return； they would not
have waited so long。〃
〃Then you believe it is not prophecy； Daughter？〃
〃Now； 'the ancient tree；'〃 Verin said； immersed in her own thoughts。 〃There have always been rumors … no more than that … that while the nation of Almoth still lived； they had a branch of Avendesora； perhaps even a living sapling。 And the banner of Almoth was 'blue for the sky above； black for the earth below； with the spreading Tree of Life to join them。' Of course； Taraboners call themselves the Tree of Man； and claim to be descended from rulers and nobles in the Age of Legends。 And Domani claim descent from those who made the Tree of Life in the Age of Legends。 There are other possibilities； but you will note； Mother； that at least three center around Almoth Plain and Toman Head。〃
The Amyrlin's voice became deceptively gentle。 〃Will you make up your mind； Daughter？ If Artur Hawkwing's seed is not returning； then this is not prophecy and it doesn't matter a rotted fish head what ancient tree is meant。〃
〃I can only give you what I know； Mother；〃 Verin said； looking up from her notes； 〃and leave the decision in your hands。 I believe the last of Artur Hawkwing's foreign armies died long ago； but because I believe it does not make it so。 The Time of Change； of course； refers to the end of an Age； and the Great Lord …〃
The Amyrlin slapped the tabletop like a thunderclap。 〃I know very well who the Great Lord is； Daughter。 I think you had better go now。〃 She took a deep breath； and took hold of herself visibly。 〃Go； Verin。 I do not want to bee angry with you。 I do not want to forget who it was had the cooks leave sweetcakes out at night when I was a novice。〃
〃Mother；〃 Moiraine said； 〃there is nothing in this to suggest prophecy。 Anyone with a little wit and a little knowledge could put together as much； and no one has ever said Myrddraal do not have a sly wit。〃
〃And of course；〃 Verin said calmly； 〃the man who channels must be one of the three young men traveling with you； Moiraine。〃
Moiraine stared in shock。 Not aware of the world？ I am a fool。 Before she realized what she was doing； she had reached out to the pulsing glow she always felt there waiting； to the True Source。 The One Power surged along her veins； charging her with energy； muting the sheen of Power from the Amyrlin Seat as she did the same。 Moiraine had never before even thought of wielding the Power against another Aes Sedai。 We live in perilous times； and the world hangs in the balance； and what must be done； must be done。 It must。 Oh； Verin； why did you have to put your nose in where it does not belong？
Verin closed her book and slipped it back behind her belt； then looked from one woman to the other。 She could not but be aware of the nimbus surrounding each of them； the light that came from touching the True Source。 Only someone trained in channeling herself could see the glow； but there was no chance of any Aes Sedai missing it in another woman。
A hint of satisfaction settled on Verin's face； but no sign that she realized she had hurled a lightning bolt。 She only looked as if she had found another piece that fit in a puzzle。 〃Yes； I thought it must be so。 Moiraine could not do this alone； and who better to help than her girlhood friend who used to sneak down with her to snitch sweetcakes。〃 She blinked。 〃Forgive me； Mother。 I should not have said that。〃
〃Verin； Verin。〃 The Amyrlin shook her head wonderingly。 〃You accuse your sister … and me？ … of 。。。 I won't even say it。 And you are worried that you've spoken too familiarly to the Amyrlin Seat？ You bore a hole in the boat and worry that it's raining。 Think what you are
