rj.thegreathunt-第65章
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The way the strangely faded distant hills seemed to slide toward Rand when he looked straight at them made his head spin； unless he wrapped himself in the void。 Sometimes the emptiness crept up on him unawares； but he avoided it like death。 Better to be dizzy than share the void with that uneasy light。 Better by far to stare at the faded land。 Still； he tried not to look at anything too far away unless it lay right ahead of them。
Hurin wore a fixed look as he concentrated on sniffing the trail； as if he were trying to ignore the land the trail crossed。 When the sniffer did notice what lay around them； he would give a start and wipe his hands on his coat； then push his nose forward like a hound； eyes glazing； excluding everything else。 Loial rode slumped in his saddle and frowned as he glanced around； ears twitching uneasily； muttering to himself。
Again they crossed land blackened and burned； even the soil crunching under the horses' hooves as if it had been seared。 The burned swathes； sometimes a mile wide； sometimes only a few hundred paces； all ran east and west as straight as an arrow's flight。 Twice Rand saw the end of a burn； once as they rode over it； once as they passed nearby； they tapered to points at the ends。 At least； the ends he saw were so； but he suspected they were all the same。
Once he had watched Whatley Eldin decorate a cart for Sunday； back home in Emond's Field； What painting the scenes in bright colors； and the intricate scrollwork that surrounded them。 For the borders； What let the point of his brush touch the cart； making a thin line that grew thicker as he pressed harder； then thinner again as he eased up。 That was how the land looked； as if someone had streaked it with a monstrous brush of fire。
Nothing grew where the burns were； though some burns； at least； had the feel of a thing long done。 Not so much as a hint of char remained in the air there； not a whiff even when he leaned down to break off a black twig and smell it。 Old； yet nothing had e in to reclaim the land。 Black gave way to green； and green to black； along knife…edge lines。
In its own way； the rest of the land lay as dead as the burns； though grass covered the ground and leaves covered the trees。 Everything had that faded look； like clothes too often washed and too long left in the sun。 There were no birds or animals； not that Rand saw or heard。 No hawk wheeling in the sky； no bark of a hunting fox； no bird singing。 Nothing rustled in the grass or lit on a tree branch。 No bees； or butterflies。 Several times they crossed streams； the water shallow； though often it had dug itself a deep gulley with steep banks the horses had to scramble down and climb on the other side。 The water ran clear except for the mud the horses' hooves stirred； but never a minnow or tadpole wriggled out of the roiling； not even a waterspider dancing across the surface； or a hovering lacewing。
The water was drinkable； which was just as well； since their waterbottles could not last forever。 Rand tasted it first； and made Loial and Hurin wait to see if anything happened to him before he let them drink。 He had gotten them into this； it was his responsibility。 The water was cool and wet； but that was the best that could be said for it。 It tasted flat； as if it had been boiled。 Loial made a face； and the horses did not like it either； shaking their heads and drinking reluctantly。
There was one sign of life； at least； Rand thought it must be so。 Twice he saw a wispy streak crawling across the sky like a line drawn with cloud。 The lines were too straight to be natural； it seemed； but he could not imagine what might make them。 He did not mention the lines to the others。 Perhaps they did not see； Hurin intent on the trail as he was and Loial drawn in on himself。 They said nothing of the lines； at any rate。
When they had ridden half the morning； Loial abruptly swung down from his huge horse without a word and strode to a stand of giantsbroom； their trunks splitting into many thick branches； stiff and straight； not a pace above the ground。 At the top； all split again； into the leafy brush that gave them their name。
Rand pulled Red up and started to ask what he was doing； but something about the Ogier's manner； as if he himself were uncertain； kept Rand silent。 After staring at the tree； Loial put his hands on a trunk and began to sing in a deep； soft rumble。
Rand had heard Ogier treesong； once； when Loial had sung to a dying tree and brought it back to life； and he had heard of sung wood； objects wrought from trees by the treesong。 The Talent was fading； Loial said； he was one of the few who had the ability； now； that was what made sung wood even more sought after and treasured。 When he had heard Loial sing before； it had been as if the earth itself sang； but now the Ogier murmured his song almost diffidently； and the land echoed it in a whisper。
It seemed pure song； music without words； at least none that Rand could make out； if there were words； they faded into the music just as water pours into a stream。 Hurin gasped and stared。
Rand was not sure what it was Loial did； or how； soft as the song was； it caught him up hypnotically； filling his mind almost the way the void did。 Loial ran his big hands along the trunk； singing； caressing with his voice as well as his fingers。 The trunk now seemed smoother； somehow； as if his stroking were shaping it。 Rand blinked。 He was sure the piece Loial worked on had had branches at its top just like the others； but now it stopped in a rounded end right above the Ogier's head。 Rand opened his mouth； but the song quieted him。 It seemed so familiar； that song； as if he should know it。
Abruptly Loial's voice rose to a climax … almost a hymn of thanks； it sounded … and ended； fading as a breeze fades。
〃Burn me；〃 Hurin breathed。 He looked stunned。 〃Burn me； I never heard anything like 。。。 Burn me。〃
In his hands Loial held a staff as tall as he was and as thick as Rand's forearm； smooth and polished。 Where the trunk had been on the giantsbroom was a small stem of new growth。
Rand took a deep breath。 Always something new； always something I didn't expect； and sometimes it isn't horrible。
He watched Loial mount； resting the staff across his saddle in front of him； and wondered why the Ogier wanted a staff at all； since they were riding。 Then he saw the thick rod； not as big as it was； but in relation to the Ogier； saw the way Loial handled it。 〃A quarterstaff；〃 he said； surprised。 〃I didn't know Ogier carried weapons； Loial。〃
〃Usually we do not；〃 the Ogier replied almost curtly。 〃Usually。 The price has always been too high。〃 He hefted the huge quarterstaff and wrinkled his broad nose with distaste。 〃Elder Haman would surely say I am putting a long handle on my axe； but I am not just being hasty or rash； Rand。 This place 。。。〃 He shivered； and his ears twitched。
〃We'll find our way back soon；〃 Rand said； trying to sound confident。
Loial spoke as if he had not heard。 〃Everything is 。。。 linked； Rand。 Whether it lives or not； whether it thinks or not； everything that is； fits together。 The tree does not think； but it is part of the whole； and the whole has a … a feeling。 I can't explain any more than I can explain what being happy is； but。。。 Rand； this land was glad for a weapon to be made。 Glad！〃
〃The Light shine on us；〃 Hurin murmured nervously； 〃and the Creator's hand shelter us。 Though we go to the last embrace of the mother； the Light illumine our way。〃 He kept repeating the catechism as if it had a charm to protect him。
Rand resisted the impulse to look around。 He definitely did not look up。 All it would take to break them all was another of those smoky lines across the sky right at that moment。 〃There's nothing here to hurt us；〃 he said firmly。 〃And we'll keep a good watch and make sure nothing does。〃
He wanted to laugh at himself； sounding so certain。 He was not certain about anything。 But watching the others … Loial with his tufted ears drooping； and Hurin trying not to look at anything … he knew one of them had to seem to be sure； at least； or fear and uncertain
