rj.thepathofdaggers-第116章
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Bashere squinted at the sky。 Dark clouds lay in a blanket from mountain peak to mountain peak； but the sun should still be high。 〃Time to feed the men before the rest return；〃 he said； nodding in satisfaction。 Nerith had managed to sink her teeth into a Saldaean's wrist and was hanging on like a badger。
〃Feed them quick；〃 Rand said irritably。 Would every sul'dam he captured be as difficult？ Very likely。 Light； what if they took a damane？ 〃I don't want to spend all winter in these mountains。〃 Gille the damane。 He could not erase a name once it went onto that list。
The dead are never silent； Lews Therin whispered。 The dead never sleep。
Rand rode down toward the fires。 He did not feel like eating。
From the point of a thrusting shoulder of stone； Furyk Karede carefully studied the forested mountains rising all around him； sharp peaks like dark fangs。 His horse； a tall dappled gelding； stiffened his ears as though catching a sound he had missed； but otherwise the animal was still。 Every so often； Karede had to stop and wipe the lens of his looking glass。 A light rain fell from a gray morning sky。 His helmet's two black plumes were bent over instead of standing straight； and water ran down his back。 A light rain pared to yesterday； anyway； and probably pared to tomorrow。 Or this afternoon； perhaps。 Thunder rumbled ominously in the south。 Karede's concern had nothing to do with weather； though。
Below him； the last of twenty…three hundred men snaked through the winding passes； men gathered from four outposts。 Well…mounted； reasonably well…led； yet a bare two hundred were Seanchan； and just two besides himself wore the red…and…green of the Guard。 Most of the remainder were Taraboners … he knew their mettle … but a good third were Amadicians and Altarans； too new to their oaths for any to be sure how they would stand up。 Some Altarans and Amadicians had switched allegiance two or three times already。 Tried to； anyway。 People this side of the Aryth Ocean had no shame。 A dozen sul'dam rode near the front of the column； and he wished all twelve had leashed damanes walking by their horses instead of only two。
Fifty paces farther on； the ten men of the spearhead were watching the slopes above them； though not as carefully as they should have。 Too many men who rode spearhead relied on the forward scouts to find any dangers。 Karede made a note to speak to them personally。 They would do their duties properly after that； or he would send them to the labor levies。
A raken appeared in the east ahead； skimming low over the treetops； twisting and turning to follow the curves of the land like a man running his hand down a woman's back。 Peculiar。 Morat'raken； fliers； always liked to soar high unless the sky was actually full of lightning。 Karede lowered the looking glass to watch。
〃Maybe we'll finally get another scouting report；〃 Jadranka said。 To the other officers waiting behind Karede； not to him。 Three of the ten matched Karede's rank； yet few except the Blood disturbed a man in the blood…red and nearly black green of the Deathwatch Guard。 Not that many among the Blood did。
According to the tales he had heard as a child； one of his ancestors； a noble； had followed Luthair Paendrag to Seanchan at Artur Hawkwing's mand； but two hundred years later； with only the north secure； another ancestor tried to carve out a kingdom of his own and ended sold from the block instead。 Perhaps it was so； many da'covale claimed noble ancestors。 Among themselves； at least； few of the Blood found such chatter amusing。 In any case； Karede had felt lucky when the Choosers picked him out； a sturdy boy not yet old enough to be assigned duties； and he still felt pride in the ravens tattooed on his shoulders。 Many Deathwatch Guards went without coat or shirt whenever possible； to display those。 The humans； anyway。 Ogier Gardeners were not marked or owned； but that was between them and the Empress。
Karede was da'covale and proud of it； like every man of the Guard； the property of the Crystal Throne； body and soul。 He fought where the Empress pointed； and would die the day she said die。 To the Empress alone did the Guard answer； and where they appeared； they appeared as her hand； a visible reminder of her。 No wonder that some among the Blood could bee uneasy watching a detachment of Guardsmen pass。 A far better life than mucking out a Lord's stables or serving kaf to a Lady。 But he cursed the luck that had sent him into these mountains to inspect the outposts。
The raken darted on westward； the two fliers crouched low in their saddle。 There was no scouting report； no message for him。 Furyk knew it was his imagination； but the creature's long； outstretched neck somehow looked。。。 anxious。 Had he been anyone else； he might have been anxious； too。 There had been few messages for him since his orders three days ago to assume mand and move east。 Each message had thickened the fog more than cleared it。
The locals； these Altarans； had moved into the mountains in force； it seemed； but how？ The roads along the northern border of this range were patrolled and watched nearly to the border of Illian； by fliers and morat'torm as well as horse…mounted parties。 What could have made the Altarans decide to show so many teeth？ To stand together？ A man might find himself in a duel for a look … though they had begun to learn challenging a Guardsman was just a slower way of cutting your own throat … but he had seen nobles of this so…called nation trying to sell each other and their Queen for the mere suggestion that their own lands might be protected and perhaps those of their neighbor added to them。
Nadoc； a big man with a deceptively mild face； twisted in his saddle to watch the raken。 〃I don't like marching blind；〃 he muttered。 〃Not when the Altarans have managed to put forty thousand men up here。 Forty； at least。〃
Jadranka snorted so hard that his tall white gelding shifted。 Jadranka was the senior of the three captains behind Karede； having served as long as Karede himself。 A short thin man with a prominent nose and such airs you might have thought him of the Blood。 That horse would stand out at a mile。 〃Forty thousand or a hundred； Nadoc； they're scattered from here to the end of the range； too far apart to support one another。 Stab my eyes； likely half are dead already。 They must be tangling with outposts everywhere。 That's why we aren't getting reports。 We're just expected to sweep up the remnants。〃
Karede swallowed a sigh。 He had hoped Jadranka was not a fool atop his airs。 Praise of victors spread quickly； whether they were an army or half a Banner。 It was the rare defeats that were swallowed in silence and forgotten。 So much silence was。。。 ominous。
〃That last report didn't sound like remnants to me；〃 Nadoc persisted。 He was no fool。 〃There are five thousand men not fifty miles ahead of us； and I doubt we'll take them with brooms。〃
Jadranka snorted again。 〃We'll crush them； with swords or brooms。 The Light burn my eyes； I can hardly wait for a decent engagement。 I told the scouts to press on until they found them。 I won't have them slipping away from us。〃
〃You did what？〃 Karede said softly。
Soft or not； his words jerked every eye toward him。 Though Nadoc and a few of the others had to struggle to stop gaping at Jadranka。 Scouts told to press ahead； scouts told what to look for。 What had gone unseen for those orders？
Before anyone could open his mouth shouts rose from the men in the pass； screams and the shrieks of horses。
Karede pressed the leather tube of the looking glass to his eye。 Along the pass ahead of him； men and horses were dying under a hail of what he thought must be crossbow bolts； the way they hammered through steel breastplates； exploded through chests protected by mail。 Hundreds were down already； hundreds more sagging wounded in their saddles or afoot and running from horses thrashing on the ground。 Too many were running。 Even as he looked； men still mounted whirled their horses to try fleeing back up the pass。 Where in the Light were the sul'dam！ He could not find them。 He had faced rebels who had
