rj.thepathofdaggers-第126章
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ty in Miraj's eyes。 What could make Kennar Miraj anxious？ 〃I think we will be depending on you sul'dam to the south。〃 Now； why would that make the blood drain from her face？
Bashere stood just inside the edge of the trees； frowning through his helmet's face…bars at what he saw。 His bay nuzzled his shoulder。 He held his cloak close against the wind。 More to avoid any motion that would draw eyes than for the cold； though that chilled his flesh。 It would have been a spring breeze back in Saldaea； but months in the southlands had softened him。 Shining bright between gray clouds that sailed along quickly； the sun still lay a little short of midday。 And ahead of him。 Just because you began a battle facing west did not mean you ended it that way。 Before him lay a broad pasture where flocks of black…and…white goats cropped at the brown grass in desultory fashion just as if there was no battle raging all around them。 Not that there was any sign of it here。 For the moment。 A man could get himself cut to doll rags crossing that meadow。 And in the trees； whether forest or olive groves or thickets； you did not always see the enemy before you were on top of him； scouts or no scouts。
〃If we're going to cross；〃 Gueyam muttered； rubbing a wide hand over his bald head； 〃we should cross。 Light's truth； we're wasting time。〃 Amondrid snapped his mouth shut； likely； the moon…faced Cairhienin had been about to say much the same thing。 He would agree with a Tairen when horses climbed trees。
Jeordwyn Semaris snorted。 The man should have grown a beard to hide that narrow jaw。 It made his head look like a forester's splitting wedge。 〃I do say go around；〃 he muttered。 〃I've lost enough men to those Light…cursed damane； and。。。 〃 He trailed off with an uneasy glance toward Rochaid。
The young Asha'man stood by himself； mouth tight； fingering that Dragon pin on his collar。 Maybe wondering whether it was worth it； by the look of him。 There was no knowing air about the boy now； only frowning worry。
Leading Quick by the reins； Bashere strode to the Asha'man and drew him farther aside in the trees。 Pushed him farther aside。 Rochaid scowled； going reluctantly。 The man was tall enough to loom over Bashere； but Bashere was having none of it。
〃Can I count on your people next time？〃 Bashere demanded； jerking a mustache in irritation。 〃No delays？〃 Rochaid and his fellows seemed to have grown slower and slower responding when they found themselves opposite damane。
〃I know what I'm about； Bashere；〃 Rochaid snarled。 〃Aren't we killing enough of them for you？ As far as I can see； we're about done！〃
Bashere nodded slowly。 Not in agreement with the last。 There were plenty of enemy soldiers left； almost anywhere you looked hard enough。 But a good many were dead。 He had patterned his movements on what he had studied of the Trolloc Wars； when the forces of the Light seldom came anywhere near the numbers they had to face。 Slash at the flanks； and run。 Slash at the rear； and run。 Slash； and run； and when the enemy chased after； turn on the ground you had chosen beforehand； where the legionmen lay waiting with their crossbows； turn and cut at him until it was time to run again。 Or until he broke。 Already today he had broken Taraboners； Amadicians； Altarans and these Seanchan in their strange armor。 He had seen more enemy dead than in any fight since the Blood Snow。 But if he had Asha'man； the other side had those damane。 A good third of his Saldaeans lay dead along the miles behind。 Nearly half his force was dead； all told； and there were still more Seanchan out there with their cursed women； and Taraboners； and Amadicians and Altarans。 They just kept ing； more appearing as soon as he finished the last。 And the Asha'man were growing。。。 hesitant。
Swinging into Quick's saddle； he rode back to Jeordwyn and the others。 〃We go around；〃 he ordered； ignoring Jeordwyn's nods as much as he did Gueyam and Amondrid's scowls。 〃Triple scouts out。 I mean to push hard； but I don't want to trip over a damane。〃 No one laughed。
Rochaid had gathered the other five Asha'man around him； one with a silver sword pinned to his collar； the others without。 There had been two more with bare collars when they started out that morning； but if Asha'man knew how to kill； so did damane。 Waving his arms angrily； Rochaid appeared to be arguing with them。 His face was red； theirs blank and stubborn。 Bashere just hoped Rochaid could keep all of them from deserting。 Today had been costly enough without adding that sort of man wandering about loose。
A light rain fell。 Rand scowled at the thick black clouds gathering the sky； already beginning to obscure a pale sun halfway down to the far horizon。 Light rain now； but it would thicken like those clouds！ Irritably he returned to studying the land ahead of him。 The Crown of Swords pricked his temples。 With the Power in him； the land was clear as a map despite the weather。 Clear enough； anyway。 Hills sinking away； some covered with thickets or olive trees； others bare grass or just stone and weeds。 He thought he saw movement at the edge of a copse； then again among the rows of an olive orchard on another hill a mile from the copse。 Thinking was not enough。 Dead men lay across the miles behind； dead enemies。 Dead women； too； he knew； but he had stayed away from anywhere sul'dam and damane had died； refused to see their faces。 Most thought it was hatred for those who killed so many of his followers。
Tai'daishar frisked a few steps on the hilltop before Rand settled him with a firm hand and the pressure of his knees。 A fine thing if a sul'dam spotted his movement。 The few trees around him were not enough to hide much。 Vaguely； he realized he did not recognize a one of them。 Tai'daishar tossed his head。 Rand tucked the Dragon Scepter into his saddlebags； just the carved butt…end sticking out； to free both hands in case the gelding was not satisfied。 He could have taken weariness from the horse with saidin； but he knew no way to make it obey with the Power。
He could not see how the gelding retained enough energy。 Saidin filled him； bubbled in him； but his distantly felt body wanted to sag with weariness。 Part of that was the sheer amount of the Power he had handled today。 Part was the strain of fighting saidin to make it do what he wanted。 Always； saidin had to be conquered； forced； but never before like today。 The half…healed； never…healing wounds in his left side were agony； the older an auger trying to drill through the Void； the newer a blaze of raw flame。
〃It was an accident； my Lord Dragon；〃 Adley said suddenly。 〃I swear it was！〃
〃Shut up and watch！〃 Rand told him harshly。 Adley's eyes sank to his hands on his own reins for a moment； then he raked damp hair out of his face and jerked his head up obediently。
Today； here； controlling saidin was harder than ever； but letting it slip anytime； anywhere； could kill you。 Adley had let it slip； and men had died in uncontrolled bursts of fire； not just the Amadicians he had been aiming at； but near thirty of Ailil's armsmen and almost as many of Anaiyella's。
Except for his slip； Adley would have been with Morr； with the panions in the woods half a mile to the south。 Narishma and Hopwil were with the Defenders； to the north。 Rand wanted Adley under his eye。 Had any other 〃accidents〃 happened； out of his sight？ He could not watch everyone； all the time。 Flinn's face was grim as day…old death； and Dashiva； far from looking vague； seemed on the point of sweating with concentration。 He still muttered to himself under his breath； so low Rand could not hear even with the Power in him； but the man mopped rain from his face continually with a sodden lace…edged linen handkerchief that had grown more than grimy as the day wore on。 Rand did not think they had slipped。 In any case； neither they nor Adley held the Power now。 Nor would until he instructed them to seize it。
〃Is it done？〃 Anaiyella asked behind him。
Heedless of who might be watching out there； Rand wheeled Tai'daishar around to face her。 The Tairen woman started back in her saddle； the hood of her richly elaborate rain c
