rj.thepathofdaggers-第15章
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The Windfinders began filing slowly through to the clearing； each suddenly irresolute as she approached this thing she had never dreamed of； taking a breath before she entered。 And abruptly； the prickling returned。
Aviendha's eyes rose to the windows overlooking the stable…yard。 Anyone might be hidden behind the white screens of intricate wrought iron and piercework carving。 Tylin had ordered the servants to stay away from those windows； but who would stop Teslyn； or Joline； or。。。 Something made her look higher； to the domes and towers。 Narrow walks ringed some of those slim spires； and on one； very high； was a black shape haloed by a sharp nimbus from the sun behind。 A man。
Her breath caught。 Nothing in his stance； hands on the stone railing； spoke of danger； yet she knew he was the one who put that crawling between her shoulder blades。 One of the Shadowsouled would not stand there simply watching； but that creature； that gholam。。。 Ice formed in her belly。 He could be just a palace servant。 He could be； but she did not believe it。 No shame in knowing fear。
Anxiously she glanced at the women still edging though the gateway with agonizing slowness。 Half the Sea Folk were gone； and the Knitting Circle waited behind the rest with the Shadowrunner firmly in hand； their own unease at the passage warring with resentment that the Sea Folk women were allowed to go first。 If she voiced her suspicions； the Kinswomen surely would run … mere mention of the Shadowsouled dried their mouths and turned their bowels to water … while the Windfinders might well try to claim the Bowl straightaway。 With them； the Bowl stood above anything else。 But only a blind fool stood scratching herself while a lion crept up on the herd she had been set to guard。 She caught one of the Atha'an Miere by a red silk sleeve。
〃Tell Elayne … 〃 A face like smooth black stone turned to her； the woman somehow made full lips seem thin； her eyes were black pebbles； flat and hard。 What message could she send that would not bring down all the troubles she feared from them？ 〃Tell Elayne and Nynaeve to be wary。 Tell them enemies always e when you least want them。 You must say this to her； without fail。〃 The Windfinder nodded with barely concealed impatience； but surprisingly； she waited for Aviendha to release her before making her hesitant way through the gateway。
The walk up on the tower stood empty。 Aviendha felt no relief。 He could be anywhere。 Making his way down to the stable…yard。 Whoever he was； whatever he was； he was dangerous； this was not a dust…funnel dancing in her imagination。 The last four Warders had formed a square around the gateway； a guard who would be last to leave； and much as she despised their swords； she was grateful that someone there besides herself knew the use of sharp metal。 Not that they would have any more chance against a gholam； or worse； one of the Shadowsouled； than the servants waiting with the horses。 Or than she herself。
Grimly she drew the Power； until the sweetness of saidar grew near to pain。 A hair beyond； and pain would almost bee blinding agony for the moments needed to die or lose the ability pletely。 Would those shuffling women quicken their feet！ No shame in feeling fear； but she was very much afraid that hers was painted on her face。
Chapter 2
（Snakey Square）
Unweaving
Elayne stepped to one side as soon as she was through the gateway； but Nynaeve trampled across the clearing； kicking up brown grasshoppers from the dead grass and peering this way and that for evidence of the Warders。 Of one Warder； anyway。 A bright red bird flashed across the clearing and was gone。 Nothing else moved except the sisters； a squirrel barked somewhere in the mostly leafless trees； and then there was silence。 To Elayne it seemed impossible those three could have passed this way without leaving paths as wide as that behind Nynaeve； yet she could not make out any sign that they had been there at all。
She sensed Birgitte somewhere off to her left； roughly southwest she thought； and feeling quite content； clearly in no immediate danger。 Careane； part of a protective circle gathered around Sareitha and the Bowl； cocked her head almost as if listening。 Apparently her Cieryl was to the southeast。 Which meant Lan was north。 Oddly enough； north was the direction Nynaeve had settled down to watch； all the while muttering under her breath。 Perhaps being married had created some sense of him in her。 More likely； she had noticed a track that escaped Elayne。 Nynaeve was as skilled at woodscraft as she was with herbs。
From where Elayne stood at first； Aviendha was clearly visible through the gateway； studying the palace rooftops as if she expected an ambush。 By her stance； she could have been carrying spears； ready to leap into battle in her riding dress。 She made Elayne smile； hiding how distressed she was about her problems with the gateway； so much braver than she herself。 But at the same time she could not help worrying。 Aviendha was brave； and no one Elayne knew was better able to keep her head。 She also might decide that ji'e'toh required her to fight when there was no chance except in running。 The light around her shone so brightly it was obvious she could not draw much more of saidar。 If one of the Forsaken did appear。。。
I should have stayed with her。 Elayne rejected the thought immediately。 Whatever excuse she gave； Aviendha would know the truth； and she was touchy as a man； sometimes。 Most of the time。 Especially when it bore upon her honor。 With a sigh； Elayne let the Atha'an Miere crowd her further from the gateway as they filed through。 She stayed close enough to hear any shout on the other side； though。 Close enough to leap to Aviendha's aid in a heartbeat。 And for another reason。
The Windfinders came through in order of rank； striving to keep their faces smooth； but even Renaile relaxed tight shoulders once her bare feet were beating down the tall brown grass。 Some gave a little shiver； quickly suppressed； or glanced back with round eyes at the opening hanging in midair。 One and all； they stared at Elayne suspiciously as they stepped by her； and two or three opened their mouths； perhaps to ask what she was doing； perhaps to ask … or tell … her to move。 She was just as glad that they hurried on in obedience to Renaile's curt urgings。 They would have their chance to tell Aes Sedai what to do soon enough； it did not have to start with her。
That thought made her stomach sink； and the number of them made her shake her head。 They had the knowledge of weather to use the Bowl properly； yet even Renaile agreed … if reluctantly … that the more Power directed through the Bowl； the better the chances of being able to heal the weather。 It must be directed with a precision impossible except for one woman alone or a circle； though。 A full circle of thirteen it had to be。 That thirteen certainly would include Nynaeve and Aviendha and Elayne herself； and probably a few of the Kin； but Renaile plainly intended to jump on the part of the bargain that said they would be allowed to learn any abilities the Aes Sedai could teach。 The gateway had been the first； and forming a circle would be the second。 A wonder she had not brought every Windfinder in the harbor。 Imagine trying to deal with three or four hundred of these women！ Elayne offered a small prayer of thanks that there were only twenty。
She was not standing there to count them； though。 As each Windfinder passed； barely more than a pace away； she let herself feel the woman's strength in the Power。 Earlier there had been time to get close enough to only a handful； what with all the trouble of convincing Renaile to e at all。 Apparently achieving rank among the Windfinders had nothing to with either age or strength； Renaile was far from the strongest even in the first three or four； while one woman toward the rear； Senine； had weathered cheeks and thickly grayed hair。 Strangely； by the marks in her ears it seemed that Senine might once have worn more than six earrings； and thicker ones than she did now。
Elayne sorted and stored away faces and the names she knew with a growing
