rj.acrownofswords-第18章
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er soon than late。 But what in the Light was he to do？ If the Aiel and the Cairhienin and Mayeners turned on one another； or worse； the Asha'man and the Wise Ones。。。 A barrel full of snakes； and the only way to find out which were vipers was to stick your hand in。 Light； I wish I was home； with Faile； and a forge to work； and nobody calling me bloody lord。
〃Your horse； Lord Perrin。 You didn't say whether you wanted Stepper or Stayer； so I saddled … 〃 At Perrin's golden…eyed glare； Kenly Maerin shied back into the dun stallion he was leading。
Perrin made a soothing gesture。 Not Kenly's fault。 What could not be mended had to be endured。 〃Easy； lad。 You did right。 Stepper will do just fine。 You chose well。〃 He hated speaking to Kenly that way。 Short and stocky； Kenly was barely old enough to marry or leave home … and certainly not old enough for the patchy beard he was trying to cultivate in imitation of Perrin … yet he had fought Trollocs at Emond's Field and done well yesterday。 But he grinned broadly at praise from Lord Perrin bloody Goldeneyes。
Rising； Perrin took his axe from where he had propped it under the wagon； out of sight and for a little while out of mind； and thrust the haft through the loop on his belt。 A heavy half…moon blade balanced by a thick curving spike； a thing made for no other purpose than killing。 The axe haft felt too familiar to his hands for fort。 Did he even remember what a good forge…hammer felt like？ There were other things besides 〃Lord Perrin〃 that it might be too late to change。 A friend had once told him to keep the axe until he began to like using it。 The thought made him shiver in spite of the heat。
He swung into Stepper's saddle； shadowed by Aram with the gray； and sat facing south； into the wagon circle。 At least half again as tall as even the tallest of the Aiel； Loial was just stepping carefully over crossed wagon tongues。 With the size of him； he did look as though he might break one of the heavy wooden shafts with a heedless step。 As usual； the Ogier had a book in his hand； a thick finger marking his place； and the capacious pockets of his long coat bulged with more。 He had spent the morning in a tiny clump of trees he called restful and shady； but whatever the shade among those trees； the heat was affecting him； too。 He looked tired； and his coat was undone； his shirt unlaced； and his boots rolled down below his knees。 Or maybe it was more than the heat。 Just inside the wagons Loial paused； peering at the Aes Sedai and the Asha'man； and his tufted ears quivered uneasily。 Eyes big as teacups rolled toward the Wise Ones； and his ears vibrated again。 Ogier were sensitive to the mood of a place。
When he saw Perrin； Loial came striding across the camp。 Sitting his saddle； Perrin was two or three hands shorter than Loial standing。 〃Perrin；〃 Loial whispered； 〃this is all wrong。 It isn't right； and it is dangerous besides。〃 For an Ogier it was a whisper。 He sounded like a bumblebee the size of a mastiff。 Some of the Aes Sedai turned their heads。
〃Could you speak a little louder？〃 Perrin said almost under his breath。 〃I think somebody in Andor didn't hear。 In the west of Andor。〃
Loial looked startled； then grimaced； long eyebrows brushing his cheeks。 〃I do know how to whisper； you know。〃 This time it was unlikely anyone could hear clearly more than three paces away or so。 〃What are we going to do； Perrin？ It is wrong holding Aes Sedai against their will； wrong and wrongheaded； too。 I have said that before； and I will again。 And that isn't even the worst。 The feel here。。。 One spark； and this place will erupt like a wagonload of fireworks。 Does Rand know about this？〃
〃I don't know；〃 Perrin said to both questions； and after a moment the Ogier nodded reluctantly。
〃Someone has to know； Perrin。 Someone has to do something。〃 Loial looked north； over the wagons behind Perrin； and Perrin knew there was no putting it off longer。
Unwillingly he turned Stepper。 He would rather have worried over Aes Sedai and Asha'man and Wise Ones till his hair fell out； but what had to be done； had to be done。 Think of the good on High Chasaline。
Chapter 2
（Ravens）
The Butcher's Yard
At first Perrin did not look downslope toward where he would ride； where he should have gone with Rand this morning。 Instead he sat his saddle at the edge of the wagons and sent his eyes anywhere else； though the view everywhere made him want to sick up。 It was like being hit in the belly with a hammer。
Hammerstroke。 Nineteen fresh graves atop a squat hill to the east； nineteen Two Rivers men who would never see home again。 A blacksmith seldom had to see people die because of his decisions。 At least the Two Rivers men had obeyed his orders。 There would have been more graves； otherwise。 Hammerstroke。 Rectangles of newly turned earth blanketed the next slope over from that； as well； near to a hundred Mayeners； and more Cairhienin； who had e to Dumai's Wells to die。 Never mind causes or reasons； they had followed Perrin Aybara。 Hammerstroke。 The ridge…face to the west seemed solid graves； maybe a thousand or more。 A thousand Aiel； buried standing upright； to face each sunrise。 A thousand。 Some were Maidens。 The men tied his stomach into knots； the women made him want to sit down and cry。 He tried telling himself that they all had chosen to be here； that they had had to be here。 Both things were true； but he had given the orders； and that made the responsibility for those graves his。 Not Rand's； not the Aes Sedai's； his。
The living Aiel had only stopped singing over their dead a short while ago； haunting songs； sung in parts； that lingered in the mind。
Life is a dream … that knows no shade。
Life is a dream … of pain and woe。
A dream from which … we pray to wake。
A dream from which … we wake and go。
Who would sleep … when the new dawn waits？
Who would sleep … when the sweet winds blow？
A dream must end … when the new day es。
This dream from which … we wake and go。
They appeared to find fort in those songs。 He wished he could； too； but as far as he could see； the Aiel truly did not seem to care whether they lived or died； and that was mad。 Any sane man wanted to live。 Any sane man would run as far as he could from a battle； run as hard as he could。
Stepper tossed his head； nostrils flaring at the smells from below； and Perrin patted the dun's neck。 Aram was grinning as he looked at what Perrin tried to block out。 Loial's face had so little expression it might have been carved from wood。 His lips moved slightly； and Perrin thought he heard； 〃Light； let me never see the like again。〃 Drawing a deep breath； he made his eyes follow theirs； to Dumai's Wells。
In some ways it was not as bad as the graves … he had known some of those people since he was a child … but it all crashed down on him at once anyway； like the scent in his nose made solid and smashing him between the eyes。 The memories he wanted to forget came rushing back。 Dumai's Wells had been a killing ground； a dying ground； but now it was worse。 Less than a mile away； the charred remains of wagons stood around a small copse of trees nearly hiding the low stone copings of the wells。 And surrounding that。。。
A seething sea of black； vultures and ravens and crows in tens of thousands； swirling up in waves and settling again； concealing the broken earth。 For which Perrin was more than grateful。 The Asha'man's methods had been brutal； destroying flesh and ground with equal impartiality。 Too many Shaido had died to bury in less than days； even had anyone cared to bury them； so the vultures gorged； and the ravens； and the crows。 The dead wolves were down there； too； he had wanted to bury them； but that was not the wolves' way。 Three Aes Sedai corpses had been found； their channeling unable to save them from spears and arrows in the madness of battle； and half a dozen dead Warders； too。 They were buried in the clearing near the wells。
The birds were not alone with the dead。 Far from it。 Black…feathered waves rose around Lord Dobraine Taborwin and over two hundred of his mounted Cairhienin armsmen； and Lord Lieutenant Havien Nurelle with
