rj.acrownofswords-第5章
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had made good use of it herself； after all … and never once did it require that the woman be a full sister。 Obviously she must be； so those who framed the law never stated it； and the rebels had squirmed through that crack。 〃They know their cause is hopeless； Alviarin。 They plan to strut and bluster； try to dig out some protection against penalty for themselves； then yield the girl as a sacrifice。〃 Which was a pity。 The al'Vere girl was another possible handle on al'Thor； and when she reached her full strength in the One Power； she would have been one of the strongest in a thousand years or more。 A true pity。
〃Gareth Bryne and an army hardly sound like strutting to me。 It will take their army five or six months to reach Tar Valon。 In that time； High Captain Chubain could increase the Guard … 〃
〃Their army；〃 Elaida sneered。 Alviarin was such a fool； for all her cool exterior； she was a rabbit。 Next she would be spouting the Sanche woman's nonsense about the Forsaken being loose。 Of course； she did not know the secret； but just the same。。。 〃Farmers carrying pikes； butchers with bows and tailors on horseback！ And every step of the way； thinking of the Shining Walls； that held Artur Hawkwing at bay。〃 No； not a rabbit。 A weasel。 Yet soon or late； she would be weasel…fur trim on Elaida's cloak。 The Light send it soon。 〃Every step of the way； they will lose a man； if not ten。 I would not be surprised if our rebels appear with nothing more than their Warders。〃 Too many people knew of the division in the Tower。 Once the rebellion was broken； of course； it could be made to seem all a ploy； a part of gaining control of young al'Thor perhaps。 An effort of years； that； and generations before memories faded。 Every last rebel would pay for that on her knees。
Elaida clenched her fist as though she held all the rebels by the throat。 Or Alviarin。 〃I mean to break them； daughter。 They will split open like a rotten melon。〃 Her secret assured that； however many farmers and tailors Lord Bryne hung on to； but let the other woman think as she would。 Suddenly the Foretelling took hold of her； a certainty about things she could not see stronger than if they had been laid out before her。 She would have been willing to step blindly over a cliff on that certainty。 〃The White Tower will be whole again； except for remnants cast out and scorned； whole and stronger than ever。 Rand al'Thor will face the Amyrlin Seat and know her anger。 The Black Tower will be rent in blood and fire； and sisters will walk its grounds。 This I Foretell。〃
As usual； the Foretelling left her trembling； gasping for breath。 She forced herself to stand still and straight； to breathe slowly； she never let anyone see weakness。 But Alviarin。。。 Her eyes were wide as they could open； lips parted as if she had forgotten the words she meant to speak。 A paper slid from the sheaf in her hands and almost fell before she could catch it。 That recalled her to herself。 In a flash she regained her serene mask； a perfect picture of Aes Sedai calm； but she definitely had been jolted to her heels。 Oh； very good。 Let her chew on the certain surety of Elaida's victory。 Chew and break her teeth。
Elaida drew a deep breath and seated herself behind her writing table again； putting the broken ivory fish to one side where she did not have to look at it。 It was time to exploit her victory。 〃There is work to be done today； daughter。 The first message is to go to the Lady Caraline Damodred。。。 〃
Elaida spun out her plans； enlarging on what Alviarin knew； revealing some that she did not； because at the last an Amyrlin did have to work through her Keeper； however much she hated the woman。 There was a pleasure in watching Alviarin's eyes； watching her wonder what else she still did not know。 But while Elaida ordered； divided and assigned the world between the Aryth Ocean and the Spine of the World； in her mind frolicked the image of young al'Thor on his way to her like a caged bear； to be taught to dance for his dinner。
The Chronicles could hardly record the years of the Last Battle without mentioning the Dragon Reborn； but she knew that one name would be written larger than all others。 Elaida do Avriny a'Roihan； youngest daughter of a minor House in the north of Murandy； would go down in history as the greatest and most powerful Amyrlin Seat of all time。 The most powerful woman in the history of the world。 The woman who saved humankind。
The Aiel standing in a deep fold in the low； brown…grass hills seemed carved figures； ignoring sheets of dust sweeping ahead of a gusting wind。 That snow should have been deep on the ground this time of year did not bother them； none had ever seen snow； and this oven heat； with the sun still well short of its peak； was less than where they came from。 Their attention remained fixed on the southern rise； waiting for the signal that would announce the arrival of the destiny of the Shaido Aiel。
Outwardly； Sevanna looked like the others； though a ring of Maidens marked her out； resting easily on their heels； dark veils already hiding their faces to the eyes。 She also waited； and more impatiently than she let on； but not to the exclusion of everything else。 That was one reason why she manded and the rest followed。 The second was that she saw what could be if you refused to let outworn custom and stale tradition tie your hands。
A slight flicker of her green eyes to the left showed twelve men and one woman； each with round bull…hide buckler and three or four short spears； garbed in gray…and…brown cadin'sor that blended as well with the terrain here as in the Three…fold Land。 Efalin； short graying hair hidden by the shoufa wrapped around her head； sometimes glanced Sevanna's way； if a Maiden of the Spear could be said to be uneasy； Efalin was。 Some Shaido Maidens had gone south； joining the fools capering around Rand al'Thor； and Sevanna did not doubt others talked of it。 Efalin must be wondering whether providing Sevanna with an escort of Maidens； as if she had been Far Dareis Mai once herself； was enough to balance that。 At least Efalin had no doubts where true power lay。
Like Efalin； the men led Shaido warrior societies； and they eyed one another between watching the rise。 Especially blocky Maeric； who was Seia Doon； and scar…faced Bendhuin； of Far Aldazar Din。 After today； no longer would anything hold back the Shaido from sending a man to Rhuidean； to be marked as the clan chief if he survived。 Until that happened； Sevanna spoke as the clan chief since she was the widow of the last chief。 Of the last two chiefs。 And let those who muttered that she carried bad luck choke on it。
Gold and ivory bracelets clattered softly as she straightened the dark shawl over her arms and adjusted her necklaces。 Most of those were gold and ivory too； but one was a mass of pearls and rubies that had belonged to a wetlander noblewoman … the woman now wore white and hauled and fetched alongside the other gai'shain back in the mountains called Kinslayer's Dagger … with a ruby the size of a small hen's egg nestled between her breasts。 The wetlands held rich prizes。 A large emerald on her finger caught sunlight in green fire； finger rings were one wetlander custom worth adopting； no matter the stares often aimed at hers。 She would have more； if they matched this one for magnificence。
Most of the men thought Maeric or Bendhuin would be first to receive the Wise Ones' permission to try Rhuidean。 Only Efalin in that group suspected that none would； and she only suspected； she also was astute enough to voice her suspicions circumspectly to Sevanna and not at all to anyone else。 Their minds could not enpass the possibility of shedding the old； and in truth； if Sevanna was impatient to don the new； she was also aware that she must bring them to it slowly。 Much had changed already in the old ways since the Shaido crossed the Dragonwall into the wetlands … still wet； pared to the Three…fold Land … yet more would change。 Once Rand al'Thor was in her hands； once she had wed the Car'a'carn； the chief of chiefs of all the Aiel … this nonsense of the Dragon Reborn was wetlander foolishness … there would be a new way of naming clan chie
