rj.thegreathunt-第80章
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〃Run； Loial！〃 Rand manded。 Saidin called to him。 〃Run！〃
He was dimly aware of Loial lumbering to an awkward gallop； but another Trolloc loomed from the night； boar…snouted and tusked； spiked axe raised。 Smoothly Rand glided between Trolloc and Ogier； Loial must get the Horn away。 Head and shoulders taller than Rand； half again as wide； the Trolloc came at him with a silent snarl。 The Courtier Taps His Fan。 No scream； this time。 He walked backwards after Loial； watching the night。 Saidin sang to him； such a sweet song。 The Power could burn them all； burn Fain and all the rest to cinders。 No！
Two more Trollocs； wolf and ram； gleaming teeth and curling horns。 Lizard in the Thornbush。 He rose smoothly from one knee as the second toppled； horns almost brushing his shoulder。 The song of saidin caressed him with seduction； pulled him with a thousand silken strings。 Burn them all with the Power。 No。 No！ Better dead than that。 If I were dead； it would be done with。
A knot of Trollocs came into sight； hunting uncertainly。 Three of them； four。 Suddenly one pointed to Rand and raised a howl the rest answered as they charged。
〃Let it be done with！〃 Rand shouted； and leaped to meet them。
For an instant surprise slowed them； then they came on with guttural cries； gleeful； bloodthirsty； swords and axes raised。 He danced among them to the song of saidin。 Hummingbird Kisses the Honeyrose。 So cunning that song； filling him。 Cat on Hot Sand。 The sword seemed alive in his hands as it had never been before； and he fought as if a heron…mark blade could keep saidin from him。 The Heron Spreads Its Wings。
Rand stared at the motionless shapes on the ground around him。 〃Better to be dead；〃 he murmured。 He raised his eyes； back up the hill toward where the camp lay。 Fain was there； and Darkfriends； and more Trollocs。 Too many to fight。 Too many to face and live。 He took a step that way。 Another。
〃Rand； e on！〃 Loial's urgent； whispered call drifted through the emptiness to him。 〃For life and the Light； Rand； e on！〃
Carefully； Rand bent to wipe his blade on a Trolloc's coat。 Then； as formally as if Lan were watching him train； he sheathed it。
〃Rand！〃
As though he knew of no urgency； Rand joined Loial by the horses。 The Ogier was tying the golden chest atop his saddle with straps from his saddlebags。 His cloak was stuffed underneath to help balance the chest on the rounded saddle seat。
Saidin sang no more。 It was there； that stomach…turning glow； but it held back as if he truly had fought it off。 Wonderingly； he let the void vanish。 〃I think I am going mad；〃 he said。 Suddenly realizing where they were； he peered back the way they had e。 Shouts and howls came from half a dozen different directions； signs of search； but none of pursuit。 Yet。 He swung up onto Red's back。
〃Sometimes I do not understand half of what you say；〃 Loial said。 〃If you must go mad； could it at least wait until we are back with the Lady Selene and Hurin？〃
〃How are you going to ride with that in your saddle？〃
〃I will run！〃 The Ogier suited his words by breaking into a quick trot； pulling his horse behind him by the reins。 Rand followed。
The pace Loial set was as fast as a horse could trot。 Rand was sure the Ogier could not keep it for long； but Loial's feet did not flag。 Rand decided that his boast of once outrunning a horse might really be true。 Now and again Loial looked behind them as he ran； but the shouts of Darkfriends and howls of Trollocs faded with distance。
Even when the ground began to slope upwards more sharply； Loial's pace barely slowed； and he trotted into their campsite on the mountainside with only a little hard breathing。
〃You have it。〃 Selene's voice was exultant as her gaze rested on the ornately worked chest on Loial's saddle。 She was wearing her own dress again； it looked as white as new snow to Rand。 〃I knew you would make the right choice。 May I。。。 have a look at it？〃
〃Did any of them follow； my Lord？〃 Hurin asked anxiously。 He stared at the chest with awe； but his eyes slid off into the night； down the mountain。 〃If they followed； we'll have to move quick。〃
〃I do not think they did。 Go to the outcrop and see if you can see anything。〃 Rand climbed down from his saddle as Hurin hurried up the mountain。 〃Selene； I don't know how to open the chest。 Loial； do you？〃 The Ogier shook his head。
〃Let me try 。。。〃 Even for a woman of Selene's height； Loial's saddle was high above the ground。 She reached up to touch the finely wrought patterns on the chest； ran her hands across them； pressed。 There was a click； and she pushed the lid up； let it fall open。
As she stretched on tiptoe to put a hand inside； Rand reached over her shoulder and lifted out the Horn of Valere。 He had seen it once before； but never touched it。 Though beautifully made； it did not look a thing of great age； or power。 A curled golden horn； gleaming in the faint light； with inlaid silver script flowing around the mouth of the bell。 He touched the strange letters with a finger。 They seemed to catch the moon。
〃Tia mi aven Moridin isainde vadin；〃 Selene said。 〃'The grave is no bar to my call。' You will be greater than Artur Hawkwing ever was。〃
〃I am taking it to Shienar； to Lord Agelmar。〃 It should go to Tar Valon； he thought； but I'm done with Aes Sedai。 Let Agelmar or Ingtar take it to them。 He set the Horn back in the chest； it cast back the moonlight； pulled the eye。
〃That is madness；〃 Selene said。
Rand flinched at the word。 〃Mad or not； it is what I'm doing。 I told you； Selene； I want no part of greatness。 Back there； I thought I did。 For a while； I thought I wanted things 。。。〃 Light； she's so beautiful。 Egwene。 Selene。 I'm not worthy of either of them。 〃Something seemed to take hold of me。〃 Saidin came for me； but I fought it off with a sword。 Or is that mad； too？ He breathed deeply。 〃Shienar is where the Horn of Valere belongs。 Or if not there； Lord Agelmar will know what to do with it。〃
Hurin appeared from up the mountain。 〃The fire's there again； Lord Rand； and bigger than ever。 And I thought I heard shouting。 It was all down in the hills。 I don't think they've e upon the mountain； yet。〃
〃You misunderstand me； Rand；〃 Selene said。 〃You cannot go back； now。 You are mitted。 Those Friends of the Dark will not simply go away because you've taken the Horn from them。 Far from it。 Unless you know some way to kill them all； they will be hunting you now as you hunted them before。〃
〃No！〃 Loial and Hurin looked surprised at Rand's vehemence。 He softened his tone。 〃I don't know any way to kill them all。 They can live forever for all of me。〃
Selene's long hair shifted in waves as she shook her head。 〃Then you cannot go back； only onward。 You can reach the safety of Cairhien's walls long before you could return to Shienar。 Does the thought of a few more days in my pany seem so onerous？〃
Rand stared at the chest。 Selene's pany was far from burdensome； but near her he could not help thinking things he should not。 Still； trying to ride back north meant risking Fain and his followers。 She was right in that。 Fain would never give up。 Ingtar would not give up； either。 If Ingtar came on southward； and Rand knew of no reason for him to turn aside； he would arrive at Cairhien； soon or late。
〃Cairhien；〃 he agreed。 〃You will have to show me where you live； Selene。 I've never been to Cairhien。〃 He reached to close the chest。
〃You took something else from the Friends of the Dark？〃 Selene said。 〃You spoke earlier of a dagger。〃
How could I forget？ He left the chest as it was and pulled the dagger from his belt。 The bare blade curved like a horn； and the quillons were golden serpents。 Set in the hilt； a ruby as big as his thumbnail winked like an evil eye in the moonlight。 Ornate as it was； tainted as he knew it was； it felt no different from any other knife。
〃Be careful；〃 Selene said。 〃Do not cut yourself。〃
Rand felt a shiver inside。 If simply carrying it was dangerous； he did not want to know what a cut from it would do。 〃This is from Shadar Logoth；〃 he to
