rj.acrownofswords-第54章
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running。 She had to walk on sedately； but she wanted to run too。
Chapter 10
（Dream Ring）
Unseen Eyes
Selame was waiting when Egwene got back to her tent； a rail…thin woman with dark Tairen coloring and a nearly impervious self…assurance。 Chesa was right； she did carry her long nose raised； as though recoiling from a bad smell。 Yet if her manner with the other maids was arrogant； she was in reality quite different around her patroness。 As Egwene entered； Selame folded herself into a curtsy so deep her head nearly brushed the carpet； skirts spread as wide as they would go in the cramped quarters。 Before Egwene had taken her second step inside； the woman leaped up； fussing over her buttons。 And fussing over her； too。 Selame had very little sense。
〃Oh； Mother； you went out with your head uncovered again。〃 As if she had ever worn any of those beaded caps the woman favored； or the embroidered velvet things Meri favored； or Chesa's plumed hats。 〃Why； you're shivering。 You should never go walking out…of…doors without a shawl and parasol； Mother。〃 How was a parasol supposed to stop shivering？ With sweat trickling down her own cheeks however fast she dabbed with her handkerchief； Selame never thought to ask why she shivered； which was perhaps just as well。 〃And you went alone； in the night。 It just isn't proper； Mother。 Besides； there are all those soldiers； rough men； with no decent respect for any woman； even Aes Sedai。 Mother； you simply mustn't。。。 〃
Egwene let the foolish words wash over her in the same way she let the woman undress her； paying less than half a mind。 Ordering her to be quiet would only produce so many hurt looks and abused sighs that it made little difference。 Except for the brainless chatter； Selame performed her duties diligently； if with so many flourishes they became a dance of grand gestures and obsequious curtsies。 It seemed impossible that anyone could be as silly as Selame； always concerned with appearances； always worrying over what people would think。 To her； people were Aes Sedai and the nobility； and their upper servants。 By her book； no one else mattered； perhaps no one else thought； by her book。 It probably was impossible。 Egwene was not about to forget who had found Selame in the first place； any more than she did who had found Meri。 True； Chesa was a gift from Sheriam； but Chesa had shown her loyalties to Egwene more than once。
Egwene wanted to tell herself the tremors that the other woman took for shivers were quivers of rage； yet she knew a worm of fear writhed in her belly。 She had e too far； had too much to do yet； to allow Nicola and Areina to put a spoke through her wheels。
As her head popped through the top of a clean shift； she caught a bit of the skinny woman's prattle and stared。 〃Did you say ewe's milk？〃
〃Oh； yes； Mother。 Your skin is so soft； and nothing will keep it that way like bathing in ewe's milk。〃
Maybe she really was an idiot。 Hustling a protesting Selame out； Egwene brushed her own hair； turned down her own cot； placed the now useless a'dam bracelet in the small carved ivory box where she kept her few pieces of jewelry； then extinguished the lamps。 All by myself； she thought sarcastically in the darkness。 Selame and Meri will have conniptions。
Before retiring； however； she padded to the entrance and opened a small gap in the doorflaps。 Outside was moonlit stillness and silence； broken by a night heron's cry that suddenly cut off in a shriek。 There were hunters abroad in the darkness。 After a moment something moved in the shadows beside a tent across the way。 It looked like a woman。
Perhaps idiocy did not disqualify Selame any more than dour…faced gloom eliminated Meri。 It could be either one。 Or someone else entirely。 Even Nicola or Areina； however unlikely。 She let the tentflap fall shut with a smile。 Whoever the watcher was would not see where she went tonight。
The way the Wise Ones had taught her to put herself to sleep was simple。 Eyes closed； feeling each part of the body relax in turn； breathing in time with her heartbeat； mind unfocused and drifting； all but one tiny corner； drifting。 Sleep swept over her in moments； but it was the sleep of a dreamwalker。
Formless； she floated deep within an ocean of stars； infinite points of light glimmering in an infinite sea of darkness； fireflies beyond counting flickering in an endless night。 Those were dreams； the dreams of everyone sleeping anywhere in the world； maybe of everyone in all possible worlds； and this was the gap between reality and Tel'aran'rhiod； the space separating the waking world from the World of Dreams。 Wherever she looked ten thousand fireflies vanished as people woke； and ten thousand new were born to replace them。 A vast ever…changing array of sparkling beauty。
She did not waste time in admiration； though。 This place held dangers； some deadly。 She was sure she knew how to avoid those； but one peril in this place aimed straight at her if she lingered too long； and being caught in it would be embarrassing to say the least。 Keeping a wary eye out … well； it would have been a wary eye had she had eyes here … she moved。 She had no sense of motion。 It seemed she stood still and that glittering ocean swirled around her until one light settled before her。 Every twinkling star looked exactly like every other； yet she knew this was Nynaeve's dream。 How she knew was another matter； not even the Wise Ones understood that recognition。
She had considered trying to find Nicola's dreams； and Areina's。 Once she unearthed them； she knew exactly how to sink the fear of the Light into their bones； and she did not give a fig that every bit of it was proscribed。 Practicality sent her here instead； not fear of the forbidden。 She had done what was not done before； and she was certain she would again should it bee necessary。 Do what you must； then pay the price for it； was what she had been taught； by the same women who had marked off those forbidden areas。 It was refusal to admit the debt； refusal to pay； that often turned necessity to evil。 But even if that pair were asleep； locating someone's dreams the first time was arduous at best； without guarantees。 Days of efforts … nights of it； rather … were more likely to deliver nothing。 This was at least sure。
Slowly she moved closer through everlasting darkness； though once again it seemed that she stayed still and the pinpoint of light grew； to a glowing pearl； an iridescent apple； a full moon； until it filled her vision entirely with brightness； all the world。 She did not touch it； though； not yet。 A space finer than a hair remained between。 Ever so gently； she reached across that gap。 With what； lacking a body； was as much a mystery as how she knew one dream from another。 Her will； the Wise Ones said； but she still did not understand how that could be。 As though laying a finger to a soap bubble； she kept her touch very delicate indeed。 The shining wall shimmered like spun glass； pulsed like a heart； delicate and alive。 A little firmer touch； and she would be able to 〃see〃 inside； 〃see〃 what Nynaeve was dreaming。 A bit firmer still； and she could actually step inside and be a part of the dream。 That carried hazards； especially with anyone of a strong mind； but either looking in or stepping in could be mortifying。 For example； if the dreamer happened to be dreaming of a man she was particularly interested in。 Apologies alone took half the night when you did that。 Or； with a hooking sort of motion； like rolling a fragile bead across a tabletop； she could snatch Nynaeve out； into a dream of her own making； a part of Tel'aran'rhiod itself； where she was in plete control。 She was sure that would work。 Of course； that was one of the forbidden things； and she did not think Nynaeve would appreciate it。
NYNAEVE； THIS IS EGWENE。 UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE YOU TO RETURN UNTIL YOU FIND THE BOWL； NOT UNTIL I CAN SETTLE A PROBLEM WITH AREINA AND NICOLA。 THEY KNOW YOU WERE PRETENDING。 I WILL EXPLAIN MORE WHEN I SEE YOU NEXT IN THE LITTLE TOWER。 BE CAREFUL。 MOGHEDIEN HAS ESCAPED。
The dream winked out； the soap bubble pricked。 Despite the message； she would have giggle
