rj.thepathofdaggers-第127章
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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 cape falling to her shoulders。 Her cheek gave a twitch。 Her eyes might have been full of fear； or hate。 At her side； Ailil fingered her reins calmly with red…gloved hands。
〃What more can you want？〃 the smaller woman asked in a cool voice。 A lady being polite to a menial。 Barely。 〃If the size of a victory is accounted by dead enemies； I think today alone will put your name in the histories。〃
〃I mean to drive the Seanchan into the sea！〃 Rand snapped。 Light； he had to finish them now； when he had the chance！ He could not fight the Seanchan and the Forsaken and the Light alone knew who or what else； all at the same time！ 〃I did it before； and I will again！〃
Do you have the Horn of Valere hidden in your pocket this time？ Lews Therin asked slyly。 Rand snarled at him silently。
〃There's someone below；〃 Flinn said suddenly。 〃Riding up this way。 From the west。〃
Rand pulled his mount back around。 Legionmen ringed the slopes of the hill； though they hid well enough that he seldom caught sight of a blue coat。 None of them had a horse。 Who would be riding。。。
Bashere's bay trotted up the slope almost as though it were level ground。 Bashere's helmet hung from his saddle； and the man himself looked tired。 Without preamble； he spoke in a flat voice。 〃We're finished； here。 Part of fighting is knowing when to go； and it's time。 I've left five hundred dead behind； near enough； and two of your Soldiers for salt。 I sent three more to find Semaradrid； Gregorin and Weiramon and tell them to rally on you。 I doubt they're in any better condition than I am。 How does your butcher's bill run？〃
Rand ignored the question。 His own dead topped Bashere's by close to two hundred。 〃You had no right sending orders to the others。 So long as there are half a dozen Asha'man left … so long as there's me！ … I have enough！ I mean to find the rest of the Seanchan army and destroy it； Bashere。 I won't let them add Altara to Tarabon and Amadicia。〃
Bashere knuckled his thick mustaches with a wry laugh。 〃You want to find them。 Look out there。〃 He swept a gauntleted hand across the hills to the west。 〃I can't point to a particular spot； but there are ten； maybe fifteen thousand close enough to see from here； if those trees weren't in the way。 I danced with the Dark One getting through them unseen to reach you。 Maybe a hundred damane down there。 Maybe more。 More ing； for sure； and more men。 Seems their general has decided to concentrate on you。 I suppose it isn't always cheese and ale being ta'veren。〃
〃If they're out there。。。 〃 Rand scanned the hills。 The rain fell more heavily。 Where had he seen movement？ Light； he was tired。 Saidin hammered at him。 Unconsciously he touched the wrapped bundled beneath his stirrup leather。 His hand jerked away of its own accord。 Ten thousand； even fifteen。。。 Once Semaradrid reached him； and Gregorin； and Weiramon。。。 More important； once the rest of the Asha'man did。。。 〃If they're out there； that's where I'll destroy them； Bashere。 I'll hit them from all sides； the way we intended in the first place。〃
Frowning； Bashere reined his horse closer； until his knee almost touched Rand's。 Flinn moved his mount away； but Adley was too focused on staring through the rain to notice anything so near； and Dashiva； still wiping his face incessantly； stared with open interest。 Bashere lowered his voice to a murmur。 〃You aren't thinking straight。 That was a good plan； in the beginning； but their general thinks fast。 He spread out to blunt our attacks before we could fall on him spread out marching。 We've cost him even so； it seems； and he now he's pulling everything together。 You won't catch him by surprise。 He wants us to e at him。 He's out there waiting for it。 Asha'man or no Asha'man； if we stand nose…to…nose with this fellow； I think maybe the vultures grow fat and nobody rides away。〃
〃Nobody stands nose…to…nose with the Dragon Reborn；〃 Rand growled。 〃The Forsaken could tell him that； whoever he is。 Right； Flinn？ Dashiva？〃 Flinn nodded uncertainly。 Dashiva flinched。 〃You think I can't surprise him； Bashere？ Watch！〃 Pulling the long bundle loose； he stripped away the cloth covering； and Rand heard gasps as raindrops glistened on a sword seemingly made of crystal。 The Sword That Is Not a Sword。 〃Let's see if he's surprised by Callandor in the hands of the Dragon Reborn； Bashere。〃
Cradling the translucent blade in the crook of his elbow； Rand rode Tai'daishar forward a few steps。 There was no reason to。 He had no clearer view from there。 Except。。。 Something spidered across the outer surface of the Void； a wriggling black web。 He was afraid。 The last time he had used Callandor； really used it； he had tried to bring the dead back to life。 He had been sure he could do anything； then； anything at all。 Like a madman thinking he could fly。 But he was the Dragon Reborn。 He could do anything。 Had he not proved it time and again？ He reached for the Source through the Sword That Is Not a Sword。
Saidin seemed to leap into Callandor before he touched the Source through it。 From pommel to point； the crystal sword shone with a white light。 He had only thought the Power filled him before。 Now he held more than ten men could have unaided； a hundred； he did not know how many。 The fires of the sun； searing through his head。 The cold of all of the winters of all the Ages； eating into his heart。 In that torrent； the taint was all the midden heaps in the world emptying into his soul。 Saidin still tried to kill him； tried to scour away； burn away； freeze away； every scrap of him； but he fought； and he lived for a moment more； and another moment； another。 He wanted to laugh。 He could do anything！
Once； holding Callandor； he had made a weapon that searched out Shadowspawn through the Stone of Tear； struck them dead with hunting lightning wherever they stood or ran or hid。 Surely there must be something like that； to use against his enemies here。 But when he called to Lews Therin； only anguished whimpers answered； as if that disembodied voice feared the pain of saidin。
With Callandor blazing in his hand … he did not remember raising the blade overhead … he stared at the hills where his enemies hid。 They were gray now； with thickening rain； and dense black clouds blocking the sun。 What was it he had told Eagan Padros？
〃I am the storm；〃 he whispered … a shout in his ears； a roar … and he channeled。
Overhead； the clouds boiled。 Where they had been the black of soot； they became midnight； the heart of midnight。 He did not know what he was channeling。 So often； he did not； in spite of Asmodean's teaching。 Maybe Lews Therin was guiding him； in spite of the man's weeping。 Flows of saidin spun across the sky； Wind and Water and Fire。 Fire。 The sky truly did rain lightning。 A hundred bolts at once； hundreds； forked blue…white shafts stabbing down as far as he could see。 The hills before him erupted。 Some flew apart under the torrent of lightning like kicked anthills。 Flames sprang up in thickets； trees turning to torches in the rain； flames racing through olive orchards。
Something struck him hard； and he realized he was picking himself up from the ground。 The crown had fallen from his head。 Callandor still blazed in his hand； though。 Vaguely； he was aware of Tai'daishar scrambling to his feet； trembling。 So they thought to strike back at him； did they。
Shoving Callandor high； he screamed at them。 〃e against me； if you dare！ I am the storm！ e if you dare； Shai'tan！ I am the Dragon Reborn！〃 A thousand sizzling lightning bolts hailed down from the clouds。
Again something struck him down。 He tried to fight up again。 Callandor； still shining； lay a pace from his outstretched hand。 The sky shattered with lightnings。 Suddenly； he realized that the weight atop him was Bashere； that the man was shaking him。 It must have been Bashere who had flung him down！
〃Stop it！〃 the Saldaean shouted。 Blood fanned down his face from a split across his scalp。 〃You're killing us； ma
