rj.thepathofdaggers-第14章
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Tower in their eyes； no matter who happened to possess them at the moment。 But there was the bargain。
〃The sun moves； Aes Sedai；〃 Renaile din Calon announced loudly； 〃and danger threatens。 So you maintain。 If you think to worm free in some fashion by delaying； think twice and again。 Try to break the bargain； and by my father's heart； I will return to the ships at once。 And claim the Bowl for redress。 It was ours from the Breaking。〃
〃You watch your tongue with Aes Sedai；〃 Reanne barked； scandalized indignation from her blue straw hat to the stout shoes peeking from beneath her green…and…white petticoats。
Renaile din Calon's mouth curled into a sneer。 〃The jellyfish I have tongues； it seems。 A surprise they can use them； though； when no Aes Sedai gave permission。〃
In an instant the stableyard was full of shouted insults flying between Kin and Atha'an Miere； 〃wilder〃 and 〃spineless〃 and growing worse； strident cries that buried Merilille's attempts to hush Reanne and her panions on one hand and soothe the Sea Folk on the other。 Several Windfinders stopped fingering the daggers thrust behind their sashes and gripped hilts instead。 The glow of saidar sprang up around first one then another of the brightly clad women。 The Kinswomen looked startled； though it did not slow their tirade； but Sumeko embraced the Source； then Tamarla； then willowy； doe…eyed Chilares； and soon every one of them and every one of the Windfinders shone while words flew and tempers boiled。
Aviendha wanted to groan。 Any moment blood would begin to flow。 She would follow Elayne's lead； but her near…sister was glaring cold fury at Windfinders and Knitting Circle alike。 Elayne had small patience with stupidity； in herself or others； and shouting insults when an enemy might be ing was the worst sort。 Aviendha took a firm grip on her belt knife； then after a moment embraced saidar； life and joy filled her to near weeping。 Wise Ones only used the Power when words had failed； but neither words nor steel would do here。 She wished she had some idea of who to kill first。
〃Enough！〃 Nynaeve's piercing shriek sliced the words short on every tongue。 Astonished faces swiveled toward her。 Her head swung dangerously； and she stabbed a finger at the Knitting Circle。 〃Stop behaving like children！〃 Although she had moderated her tone； it was by hairs。 〃Or do you mean to squabble until the Forsaken e to scoop up the Bowl and us？ And you；〃 that finger thrust at the Windfinders； 〃stop trying to wriggle out of your agreement！ You won't get the Bowl until you've met every last word！ Don't think you will！〃 Nynaeve swung round on the Aes Sedai。 〃And you。。。！〃 Met by cool surprise； her flow of words tapered off into a sour grunt。 The Aes Sedai had not joined in the shouting except to try quieting it。 None shone with the light of saidar。
That was not enough to calm Nynaeve pletely； of course。 She tugged fiercely at her hat； plainly still full of anger she wanted to loose。 But the Kinswomen were staring at the paving stones in red…faced chagrin； and even the Windfinders appeared a little abashed … a little … muttering to themselves yet refusing quite to meet Nynaeve's glare。 The glow winked out around one woman after another； until only Aviendha still held to the Source。
She gave a start as Elayne touched her arm。 She was getting soft。 Letting people sneak up on her； jumping at a touch。
〃This crisis seems to be weathered；〃 Elayne murmured。 〃Perhaps it's time to go before the next breaks out。〃 A touch of color in her cheeks was the only sign that she had ever been angry。 And a bit in Birgitte's； the two reflected one another in some ways since the bonding。
〃Past time；〃 Aviendha agreed。 Much longer； and she would be a milk…hearted wetlander。
Every eye followed as she walked out into the open space in the center of the stableyard； to the spot she had studied and felt until she knew it with her eyelids closed。 There was a joy in holding the Power； a joy in working saidar； that she could not have put into words。 To contain saidar； to be contained by it； was to seem alive beyond any other time。 A delusion； the Wise Ones said； as false and dangerous as a mirage of water in the Termool； yet it seemed more real than the paving stones beneath her feet。 She fought the urge to draw more； already she held nearly as much as she could。 Everyone crowded close as she began to weave the flows。
That there were things many Aes Sedai could not do still startled Aviendha； after all she had seen。 Several of the Knitting Circle were strong enough； but only Sumeko and； surprisingly； Reanne openly studied what she was doing。 Sumeko went so far as to shrug off the encouraging pats Nynaeve tried to give her … which earned a look of startled indignation from Nynaeve that Sumeko； her gaze fixed on Aviendha； never saw。 All of the Windfinders had sufficient strength。 They watched as hungrily as they had stared at the Bowl。 The bargain gave them every right。
Aviendha focused； and the flows wove together； creating identity between this place and the place she and Elayne and Nynaeve had chosen on a map。 She gestured as though opening tentflaps。 That was no part of the weave Elayne had taught her； but it was almost all she could recall of what she herself had done； long before Egwene made her first gateway。 The flows coalesced into a silvery； vertical slash that rotated and became an opening in the air； taller than a man and just as wide。 Beyond lay a large clearing surrounded by trees twenty or thirty feet high； miles north of the City； on the far side of the river。 Knee…high brown grass came right up to the gateway； swaying through in a small breeze； it had not truly turned； only seemed to。 Some of those blades were sliced cleanly； though； some lengthwise。 The edges of an opening gateway made a razor seem dull。
The gateway filled her with dissatisfaction。 Elayne could make this weave with only a part of her strength； yet for some reason it required all but a fraction of Aviendha's。 She was sure she could have woven a larger； as large as Elayne could； using the weaves she had made without thought while trying to escape Rand al'Thor what seemed a very long time ago； but no matter how often she tried； only scraps came back to her。 She felt no envy … rather； she took pride in her near…sister's acplishments … but her own failure made shame surge in her heart。 Sorilea or Amys would be hard on her； if they knew that。 About the shame。 Too much pride； they would call it。 Amys should understand； she had been a Maiden。 There was shame in failing at what you should be able to do。 If she had not had to hold the weave； she would have run away so no one could see her。
The departure had been carefully planned； and the whole stableyard sprang into motion as soon as the gateway opened fully。 Two of the Knitting Circle pulled the hooded Shadowrunner to her feet； and the Windfinders hurriedly formed a line behind Renaile din Calon。 The servants began bringing horses out of the stables。 Lan； Birgitte； and one of Careane's Warders； a lanky man called Cieryl Arjuna； immediately darted through the gateway； one behind the other。 Like Far Dareis Mai； Warders always claimed the right to scout ahead。 Aviendha's feet itched to run after them； but there was no point。 Unlike Elayne； she could not move more than five or six steps without this weave beginning to weaken； and the same if she tried to tie it off。 It was very frustrating。
This time there was no real expectation of danger； so the Aes Sedai followed immediately； Elayne and Nynaeve as well。 Farms dotted that treed area thickly； and a wandering shepherd or a young couple seeking privacy might need guidance away from seeing too much； but no Shadowsouled or Shadowrunner could know that clearing； only she； Elayne； and Nynaeve did； and they had not spoken in the choosing； for fear of eavesdroppers。 Standing in the opening； Elayne gave Aviendha a questioning look； but Aviendha motioned her to go on。 Plans were meant to be followed unless there was reason to change them。
The Windfinders began filing slowly through to the clearing； each suddenly irresolute as she approached thi
