rj.thepathofdaggers-第122章
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gether behind him； then quickly returned to watching Rand。 Very likely he watched Ailil； and maybe Anaiyella as well； but he watched Rand without doubt。 Rand was unsure whether they still feared to take the blame if he was killed or simply wanted to see it happen。 The one thing he was certain of was that if they did want him dead； he would give them no opportunity。
Who knows a woman's heart？ Lews Therin chuckled wryly。 He sounded in one of his saner moods。 Most women will shrug off what a man would kill you for； and kill you for what a man would shrug off。 Rand ignored him。 The last gateway in Rand's sight winked out。 The Asha'man mounting their horses were too far for him to say for sure whether any still held on to saidin； but it did not matter so long as he did。 Clumsy Dashiva tried to mount quickly and nearly fell off twice before successfully reaching his saddle。 Most of the black…coated men in view began riding north or south。
The rest of the nobles gathered quickly with Bashere on the slope just below Rand； the highest ranking and those with the most power in front after a little jostling here and there； where precedence remained uncertain。 Tihera and Marcolin kept their horses on the fringes； on opposite sides of the mass of nobles； faces carefully blank； they might be asked for advice； but both knew the final decisions rested with others。 Weiramon opened his mouth with a grand gesture； doubtless to begin another splendid peroration on the glories of following the Dragon Reborn。 Sunamon and Torean； accustomed to his speeches and powerful enough to take no care around him； reined their horses together and began talking quietly。 Sunamon's face wore an unaccustomed hardness； and Torean seemed ready to squabble over a boundary line despite the red satin stripes on his coatsleeves。 Square…jawed Bertome and some of the other Cairhienin were not quiet at all； laughing at each other's jokes。 Everyone had had a bellyful of Weiramon's grand declamations。 Though Semaradrid's scowl deepened every time he looked at Ailil and Anaiyella … he did not like them remaining close to Rand； especially his countrywoman … so perhaps his sourness had more root than Weiramon's windiness。
〃About ten miles from us；〃 Rand said loudly； 〃a good fifty thousand men are preparing to march。〃 They were aware of that； but it pulled every eye to him and silenced every tongue。 Weiramon's mouth snapped shut sourly； the fellow did love to hear himself talk。 Gueyam and Maraconn； tugging at sharp oiled beards； smiled in anticipation； the fools。 Semaradrid looked like a man who had eaten an entire bowl of bad plums； Gregorin and the three lords of the Nine with him merely wore grim determination on their faces。 Not fools。 〃The scouts saw no signs of sul'dam or damane；〃 Rand went on； 〃but even without them； even with Asha'man； that's enough to kill a lot of us if anybody forgets the plan。 No one will forget； though； I'm sure。〃 No charges without orders； this time。 He had made that clear as glass； and hard as stone。 No haring off because you thought maybe you just might have seen something； either。
Weiramon smiled； managing to put as much oil into it as Sunamon ever could。
It was a simple plan； in its way。 They would advance west in five columns； each with Asha'man； and attempt to fall on the Seanchan from every side at once。 Or as close to all sides as could be managed。 Simple plans were best； Bashere insisted。 If you won't be satisfied with a whole litter of fat piglets； he had muttered； if you have to rush into the woods to find the old sow； then don't get too fancy； or she'll gut you。
No plan of battle survives first contact； Lews Therin said in Rand's head。 For a moment； he still seemed lucid。 For a moment。 Something is wrong； he growled suddenly。 His voice began to gain intensity； and drift into wild disbelieving laughter。 It can't be wrong； but it is。 Something strange； something wrong； skittering； jumping； twitching。 His cackles turned to weeping。 It can't be！ I must be mad！ And he vanished before Rand could mute him。 Burn him； there was nothing wrong with the plan； or Bashere would have been on it like a duck on a beetle。
Lews Therin was mad； no doubt of it。 But so long as Rand al'Thor remained sane。。。 A bitter joke on the world； if the Dragon Reborn went mad before the Last Battle even began。 〃Take your places；〃 he manded with a wave of the Dragon Scepter。 He had to fight down the urge to laugh at that joke。
The large clump of nobles broke apart at his order； milling and muttering as they sorted themselves out。 Few liked the way Rand had divided them up。 Whatever breaking down of barriers had occurred in the shock of the first fight in the mountains； they had sprung up again almost immediately。
Weiramon frowned over his undelivered speech； but after an elaborate bow that thrust his beard at Rand like a spear he rode north over the hills followed by Kiril Drapeneos； Bertome； Doressin； and several minor Cairhienin lords； every last one of them stony…faced at a Tairen being placed over them。 Gedwyn rode by Weiramon's side almost as if he were the one leading； and got dark scowls for it that he affected not to notice。 The other groupings were as mixed。 Gregorin also headed north； with a sullen Sunamon trying to pretend he was heading in the same direction by happenstance； and Dalthanes leading lesser Cairhienin behind。 Jeordwyn Semaris； another of the Nine； followed Bashere south with Amondrid and Gueyam。 Those three had accepted the Saldaean almost eagerly for the simple reason that he was not Tairen； or Cairhienin； or Illianer； depending on the man。 Rochaid seemed to be trying the same with Bashere that Gedwyn was with Weiramon； but Bashere appeared to ignore it。 A little way from Bashere's party； Torean and Maraconn rode with their heads together； likely venting spleen at having Semaradrid placed over them。 For that matter； Ershin Netari kept glancing toward Jeordwyn； and standing in his stirrups to look back toward Gregorin and Kiril； though it was improbable he could see them any longer past the hills。 Semaradrid； his back iron…rod straight； looked as unflappable as Bashere。
It was the same principle Rand had used all along。 He trusted Bashere； and he thought he might be able to trust Gregorin； and none of the others could dare think of turning against him with so many outlanders around him； so many old enemies and so few friends。 Rand laughed softly； watching them all ride off from his hillside。 They would fight for him； and fight well； because they had no other choice。 Any more than he had。
Madness； Lews Therin hissed。 Rand shoved the voice away angrily。
He was hardly alone； of course。 Tihera and Marcolin had most of the Defenders and panions mounted in ranks among the olive trees on hills flanking the one where he sat his horse。 The rest were out as a screen against surprise。 A pany of blue…coated Legionmen waited patiently in the hollow below under Masond's eye； and at their rear； as many men in what they had worn surrendering on the heath back in Illian。 They were trying to emulate the Legionmen's calm … the other Legionmen； now … trying without a great deal of success。
Rand glanced at Ailil and Anaiyella。 The Tairen woman gave him a simpering smile； but it faltered weakly。 The Cairhienin woman's face was frost。 He could not forget them； or Denharad and their armsmen。 His column； in the center； would be the largest； and the strongest by a fair margin。 A very fair margin。
Flinn and the men Rand had chosen out after Dumai's Wells rode up the hill toward him。 The balding old man always led； though all save Adley and Narishma now wore the Dragon as well as the Sword； and Dashiva had worn it first。 In part it was because the younger men deferred to Flinn； with his long experience as a bannerman in the Andoran Queen's Guards。 In part it was because Dashiva did not seem to care。 He only appeared amused by the others。 When he could spare time from talking to himself； that was。 Most often； he hardly seemed aware of anything past his own nose。
For that reason； it was something of a shock when Dashiva awkwardly booted his slab…sided mount ahead of t
