rj.thegreathunt-第48章
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y first met； preferring to trust to his own feet； but Rand thought he had long gotten over that。
〃Do you like to run； Rand？〃 Loial laughed。 〃I do。 I was the fastest in Stedding Shangtai。 I outran a horse； once。〃
Rand only shook his head。 He did not want to waste breath on talk。 He looked for Mat and Perrin； but they were still at the back； too many men between for Rand to make them out。 He wondered how the Shienarans could manage this in their armor。 Not a one of them slowed or voiced a plaint。 Uno did not even look as if he were breaking a sweat； and the bannerman never let the Gray Owl waver。
It was a quick pace； but twilight began to close without any sight of those they hunted except their tracks。 At last； reluctantly； Ingtar called a halt to make camp for the night in the forest。 The Shienarans went about getting fires started and setting picket…lines for the horses with a smooth economy of effort born of long experience。 Ingtar posted six guards； in pairs； for the first watch。
Rand's first order of business was finding his bundle in the wicker panniers from the packhorses。 It was not hard … there were few personal bundles among the supplies … but when he had it open； he let out a shout that brought every man in the camp erect with sword in hand。
Ingtar came running。 〃What is it？ Peace； did someone get through？ I did not hear the guards。〃
〃It's these coats；〃 Rand growled； still staring at what he had unpacked。 One coat was black； embroidered with silver thread； the other white worked in gold。 Both had herons on the collars； and both were at least as ornate as the scarlet coat he was wearing。 〃The servants told me I had two good； serviceable coats in here。 Look at them！〃
Ingtar sheathed his sword over his shoulder。 The other men began to settle back down。 〃Well； they are serviceable。〃
〃I can't wear these。 I can't go around dressed like this all the time。〃
〃You can wear them。 A coat's a coat。 I understand Moiraine Sedai herself saw to your packing。 Maybe Aes Sedai do not exactly understand what a man wears in the field。〃 Ingtar grinned。 〃After we catch these Trollocs； perhaps we'll have a feast。 You will be dressed for it； at least； even if the rest of us are not。〃 He strolled back to where the cook fires were already burning。
Rand had not moved since Ingtar mentioned Moiraine。 He stared at the coats。 What is she doing？ Whatever it is； I will not be used。 He bundled everything together again and stuffed the bundle back into the pannier。 I can always go naked； he thought bitterly。
Shienarans took turns at the cooking when they were in the field； and Masema was stirring the kettle when Rand returned to the fires。 The smell of a stew made from turnips； onions； and dried meat settled over the camp。 Ingtar was served first； and then Uno； but everyone else stood in line however they happened to e。 Masema slopped a big ladle of stew on Rand's plate； Rand stepped back quickly to keep from getting the overflow on his coat； and made room for the next man while sucking a burned thumb。 Masema stared at him； with a fixed grin that never reached his eyes。 Until Uno stepped up and cuffed him。
〃We didn't bloody bring enough for you to be spilling it on the flaming ground。〃 The one…eyed man looked at Rand and left。 Masema rubbed his ear； but his glare followed Rand。
Rand went to join Ingtar and Loial； sitting on the ground under a spreading oak。 Ingtar had his helmet off； on the ground beside him； but otherwise he was fully armored。 Mat and Perrin were already there； eating hungrily。 Mat gave a broad sneer at Rand's coat； but Perrin barely looked up； golden eyes shining in the half…light from the fires； before bending back to his plate。
At least they didn't leave this time。
He sat cross…legged on the other side of Ingtar from them。 〃I wish I knew why Uno keeps looking at me。 It's probably this bloody coat。〃
Ingtar paused thoughtfully around a mouthful of stew。 Finally he said； 〃Uno no doubt wonders if you are worthy of a heron…mark blade。〃 Mat snorted loudly； but Ingtar went on unperturbed。 〃Do not let Uno upset you。 He would treat Lord Agelmar like a raw recruit if he could。 Well； perhaps not Agelmar； but anyone else。 He has a tongue like a file； but he gives good advice。 He should； he's been campaigning since before I was born。 Listen to his advice； don't mind his tongue； and you will do all right with Uno。〃
〃I thought he was like Masema。〃 Rand shoveled stew into his mouth。 It was too hot； but he gulped it down。 They had not eaten since leaving Fal Dara； and he had been too worried to eat that morning。 His stomach rumbled； reminding him it was past time。 He wondered if telling Masema he liked the food would help。 〃Masema acts like he hates me； and I don't understand it。〃
〃Masema served three years in the Eastern Marches；〃 Ingtar said。 〃At Ankor Dail； against the Aiel。〃 He stirred his stew with his spoon； frowning。 〃I ask no questions； mind。 If Lan Dai Shan and Moiraine Sedai want to say you are from Andor； from the Two Rivers； then you are。 But Masema can't get the look of the Aiel out of his head； and when he sees you 。。。〃 He shrugged。 〃I ask no questions。〃
Rand dropped his spoon in the plate with a sigh。 〃Everybody thinks I'm somebody I am not。 I am from the Two Rivers； Ingtar。 I grew tabac with … with my father； and tended his sheep。 That is what I am。 A farmer and shepherd from the Two Rivers。〃
〃He's from the Two Rivers；〃 Mat said scornfully。 〃I grew up with him； though you'd never know it now。 You put this Aiel nonsense in his head on top of what's already there； and the Light knows what we'll have。 An Aiel lord； maybe。〃
〃No；〃 Loial said； 〃he has the look。 You remember； Rand； I remarked on it once； though I thought it was just because I didn't know you humans well enough then。 Remember？ 'Till shade is gone； till water is gone； into the Shadow with teeth bared； screaming defiance with the last breath； to spit in Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day。' You remember； Rand。〃
Rand stared at his plate。 Wrap a shoufa around your head； and you would be the image of an Aielman。 That had been Gawyn； brother to Elayne； the Daughter…Heir of Andor。 Everybody thinks I'm somebody I'm not。
〃What was that？〃 Mat asked。 〃About spitting in the Dark One's eye。〃
〃That's how long the Aiel say they'll fight；〃 Ingtar said； 〃and I don't doubt they will。 Except for peddlers and gleemen； Aiel divide the world in two。 Aiel； and enemies。 They changed that for Cairhien five hundred years ago； for some reason no one but an Aiel could understand； but I do not think they will ever do so again。〃
〃I suppose not；〃 Loial sighed。 〃But they do let the Tuatha'an； the Traveling People； cross the Waste。 And they don't see Ogier as enemies； either； though I doubt any of us would want to go out into the Waste。 Aiel e to Stedding Shangtai sometimes to trade for sung wood。 A hard people； though。〃
Ingtar nodded。 〃I wish I had some as hard。 Half as hard。〃
〃Is that a joke？〃 Mat laughed。 〃If I ran a mile wearing all the iron you're wearing； I would fall down and sleep a week。 You've done it mile after mile all day。〃
〃Aiel are hard；〃 Ingtar said。 〃Man and woman； hard。 I've fought them； and I know。 They will run fifty miles； and fight a battle at the end of it。 They're death walking； with any weapon or none。 Except a sword。 They will not touch a sword； for some reason。 Or ride a horse； not that they need to。 If you have a sword； and the Aielman has his bare hands； it is an even fight。 If you're good。 They herd cattle and goats where you or I would die of thirst before the day was done。 They dig their villages into huge rock spires out in the Waste。 They've been there since the Breaking； near enough。 Artur Hawkwing tried to dig them out and was bloodied； the only major defeats he ever suffered。 By day the air in the Aiel Waste shimmers with heat； and by night it freezes。 And an Aiel will give you that blue…eyed stare and tell you there is no place on earth he would rather be。 He won't be lying； either。 If they ever tried to e out； we would be hard…pressed to stop them。 The Aiel
