rj.thepathofdaggers-第108章
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if not Rand's plans for them。 What else？ Maybe nothing； but Rand was not about to show any weakness in front of that pair。 The dizziness faded quickly； the twinned sight a little more slowly； as it always did； these last few weeks； and he pleted the weave； then； without waiting； dug in his heels and rode through the opening that unfolded before him。
The City he had meant was Illian； though the gateway opened to the north of that city。 Despite Weiramon's supposed concerns； he hardly went unprotected and alone。 Nearly three thousand men rode through that tall square hole in the air； into rolling meadowland not far from the broad muddy road that led down to the Causeway of the Northern Star。 Even when every lord had only been allowed a handful of armsmen … to men accustomed to leading a thousand if not thousands； a hundred or so were a handful … they added up。 Tairens and Cairhienin and Illianers； Defenders of the Stone under Tihera and panions under Marcolin； Asha'man heeling Gedwyn。 The Asha'man who had e with him； anyway。 Dashiva and Flinn and the rest kept their horses close behind Rand。 All but Narishma。 Narishma had not e back yet。 The man knew where to find him； but Rand did not like it。
Each kind kept to themselves as much as possible。 Gueyam and Maraconn and Arae rode with Weiramon； all eyeing Rand more than where they were going； and Gregorin Panar with three others of the Council of Nine； leaning in their saddles to speak softly and uneasily among themselves。 Semaradrid； with a knot of tight…faced Cairhienin lords behind him； watched Rand almost as closely as the Tairens did。 Rand had chosen those who came with him as carefully as those he sent away； not always for the reasons others might have used。
Had there been any onlookers； it would have been a brave display； with all their bright banners and pennants； and small con rising from some of the Cairhienin's backs。 Bright and brave and very dangerous。 Some had plotted against him； and he had learned that Semaradrid's House Maravin had old alliances with House Riatin； which stood in open rebellion against him in Cairhien。 Semaradrid did not deny the connection； but he had not mentioned it before Rand heard； either。 The Council of Nine were just too new to him to risk leaving them all behind。 And Weiramon was a fool。 Left to his own devices； he might well try to gain the Lord Dragon's favor by marching an army against the Seanchan； or Murandy； or the Light alone knew who or where。 Too stupid to leave behind； too powerful to shove aside； so he rode with Rand and thought himself honored。 It was almost a pity he was not stupid enough to do something that would get him executed。
Behind came the servants and carts … no one understood why Rand had sent all of the wagons with the others； and he was not about to explain； who owned the next pair of ears that would hear？ … and then the long strings of spare mounts led by horse handlers； and straggling files of men in battered breastplates that did not quite fit or leather jerkins sewn with rusty steel discs； carrying bows or crossbows or spears； and even a few pikes； more of the fellows who had obeyed 〃Lord Brend's〃 summons and decided against going home unarmed。 Their leader was the runny…nosed man Rand had spoken to on the edge of the woods； Eagan Padros by name and much brighter than he looked。 It was difficult for a moner to rise very far； most places； but Rand had marked Padros out。 The fellow gathered his men off to one side； but the whole lot of them milled about； elbowing one another aside for a better view southward。
The Causeway of the Northern Star stretched arrow…straight through the miles of brown marsh that surrounded Illian； a wide road of hard…packed dirt broken by flat stone bridges。 A wind from the south carried sea salt and a hint of tanneries。 Illian was a sprawling city； easily as large as Caemlyn or Cairhien。 Brightly colored roof tiles and hundreds of thrusting towers； gleaming in the sun； were just visible across that sea of grass where long…legged cranes waded and flocks of white birds flew low uttering shrill cries。 Illian had never needed walls。 Not that walls would have done the City any good against him。
There was considerable disappointment that he did not mean to enter Illian； though no one spoke a plaint； at least not where he could hear。 Still； there were plenty of glum faces and sour mutters as hasty camps began going up。 Like most of the great cities； Illian had a name for exotic mystery； free…handed tapsters； and willing women。 At least among men who had never been there； even when it was their own capital。 Ignorance always inflated a city's reputation for such things。 As it was； only Morr galloped off across the causeway。 Men straightened from hammering tent pegs or setting picket lines for the horses； and followed him with jealous eyes。 Nobles watched curiously； while trying to pretend they were not。
The Asha'man with Gedwyn paid Morr no mind as they made their own camp； which consisted of a pitch…black tent for Gedwyn and Rochaid and a space where damp brown grass and mud were squeezed flat and dry； for the rest to sleep wrapped in their cloaks。 That was done with the Power； of course； they did everything with the Power； not even bothering to build cook fires。 A few in the other camps stared at them； wide…eyed； as the tent seemed to spring up of its own accord and hampers floated away from packsaddles； but most looked anywhere else at all once they realized what was going on。 Two or three of the black…coated Soldiers appeared to be talking to themselves。
Flinn and the others did not join Gedwyn's lot … they had a pair of tents that went up not far from Rand's … but Dashiva wandered over to where the 〃Storm Leader〃 and the 〃Attack Leader〃 were standing at their ease； and occasionally issuing a sharp order。 A few words； and he wandered back shaking his head and muttering angrily under his breath。 Gedwyn and Rochaid were not a friendly pair。 As well they were not。
Rand took to his tent as soon as it was pitched； and sprawled fully clothed on his cot； staring at the sloped ceiling。 There were bees embroidered on the inside as well； on a false roof made of silk。 Hopwil brought a steaming pewter mug of mulled wine … Rand had left his servants behind … but the wine grew cold on his writing table。 His mind worked feverishly。 Two or three more days； and the Seanchan would have been dealt a blow that knocked them on their heels。 Then it was back to Cairhien to see how negotiations with the Sea Folk had gone； to learn what Cadsuane was after … he owed her a debt； but she was after something！ … maybe to put a final end to what remained of the rebellion there。 Had Caraline Damodred and Darlin Sisnera slipped away in the confusion？ The High Lord Darlin in his hands might finish the rebellion in Tear； as well。 Andor。 If Mat and Elayne were in Murandy； the way it appeared； it would be weeks more at best before Elayne could claim the Lion Throne。 Once that happened； he would have to stay clear of Caemlyn。 But he had to talk to Nynaeve。 Could he cleanse saidin？ It might work。 It might destroy the world； too。 Lews Therin gibbered at him in stark terror。 Light； where was Narishma？
A cemaros storm swept in； all the fiercer this near the sea。 Rain beat his tent like a drum。 Lightning flashes filled the entrance with blue…white light； and thunder rumbled； the sound like mountains tumbling across the land。
Out of that； Narishma stepped into the tent； dripping wet； dark hair plastered to his head。 His orders had been to avoid notice at all cost。 No flaunting for him。 His sodden coat was plain brown； and his dark hair was tied back； not braided。 Even without bells； near waist…length hair on a man attracted eyes。 He wore a scowl； too； and under his arm he carried a cylindrical bundle tied with cord； fatter than a man's leg； like a small carpet。
Springing from the cot； Rand snatched the bundle before Narishma could proffer it。 〃Did anyone see you？〃 he demanded。 〃What took you so long？ I expected you last night！〃
〃It took a while to figure out what I had to do；〃 Narishma replied in a flat voice。 〃You didn't tell me everything
