rj.thepathofdaggers-第150章
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his head； and he fell forward in a heap。 Another servant peeped out of a corridor； then gathered her skirts and raced back the way she had e； shrieking at the top of her lungs that the Dragon Reborn was killing everyone in the Palace。
Rand slipped out of the chamber grimacing。 He was very good at frightening people who could not harm him。 Very good at destroying。
To destroy； or be destroyed； Lews Therin laughed。 When that's your choice； is there a difference？
Somewhere in the Palace； a man channeled enough of the Power to make a gateway。 Dashiva and the others fleeing？ Or wanting him to think that？
He walked the corridors of the Palace； no longer bothering to hide。 Everyone else seemed to be。 The few servants he saw； fled screaming。 Corridor after corridor； he hunted； filled near to bursting with saidin； full of fire and ice trying to annihilate him as surely as Dashiva had； full of the taint worming its way into his soul。 He had no need of Lews Therin's ragged laughter and ravings to be filled with a desire to kill。
A glimpse of a black coat ahead； and his hand shot up； fire streaking； exploding； tearing away the corner where the two hallways met。 Rand let the weave subside； but did not let it go。 Had he killed him？
〃My Lord Dragon；〃 a voice shouted from beyond the torn stonework； 〃it's me； Narishma！ And Flinn！〃
〃I didn't recognize you；〃 Rand lied。 〃e here。〃
〃I think maybe your blood's hot；〃 Flinn's voice called； 〃I think may we should wait for everybody to cool down。〃
〃Yes；〃 Rand said slowly。 Had he really tried to kill Narishma？ He did not think he could claim the excuse of Lews Therin。 〃Yes； that might be best。 For a little while longer。〃 There was no answer。 Did he hear boots retreating？ He forced his hands down and turned another way。
He searched through the Palace for hours without finding a sign of Dashiva or the others。 The corridors and great halls； even the kitchens； were empty of people。 He found nothing； and learned nothing。 No。 He realized that he had learned one thing。 Trust was a knife； and the hilt was as sharp as the blade。
Then he found pain。
The small stone…walled room was deep below the Sun Palace and warm despite the lack of a fireplace； but Min felt cold。 Three gilded lamps on the tiny wooden table gave more than enough light。 Rand had said that from there； he could get her away even if someone tried to root the Palace out of the ground。 He had not sounded as if he were joking。
Holding the crown of Illian on her lap； she watched Rand。 Watched Rand watching Fedwin。 Her hands tightened on the crown； and loosened immediately at the stabs of those small swords hidden among the laurel leaves。 Strange； that the crown and scepter should have survived when the Dragon Throne itself was a pile of gilded splinters buried in rubble。 A large leather scrip beside her chair； with Rand's sword belt and scabbarded sword resting against it； held what else he had been able to salvage。 Strange choices for the most part； in her estimation。
You brainless loobie； she thought。 Not thinking about what's right in front of you won't make it go away。
Rand sat cross…legged on the bare stone floor； still covered in dust and scratches； his coat torn。 His face might have been carved。 He seemed to watch Fedwin without blinking。 The boy was sitting on the floor； too； his legs sprawled out。 Tongue caught between his teeth； Fedwin was concentrating on making a tower out of blocks of wood。 Min swallowed hard。
She could still remember the horror when she realized the boy 〃guarding〃 her now had the mind of a small child。 The sadness remained； too … Light； he was only a boy！ it was not right！ … but she hoped Rand still had him shielded。 It had not been easy； talking Fedwin into playing with those wooden blocks instead of pulling stones out of the walls with the Power to make a 〃big tower to keep you safe in。〃 And then she had sat guarding him until Rand came。 Oh； Light； she wanted to cry。 For Rand even more than Fedwin。
〃You hide yourself in the depths； it appears。〃
The deep voice was not finished speaking from the doorway before Rand was on his feet； facing Mazrim Taim。 As usual； the hook…nosed man wore a black coat with blue…and…gold Dragons spiraling up the arms。 Unlike the other Asha'man； he had neither Sword nor Dragon on his high collar。 His dark face wore nearly as little expression as Rand's。 Now； staring at Taim； Rand seemed to be gritting his teeth。 Min surreptitiously eased a knife in her coatsleeve。 As many images and auras danced around one as the other； but it was not a viewing that made her suddenly wary。 She had seen a man trying to decide whether to kill another before； and she was seeing it again。
〃You e here holding saidin； Taim？〃 Rand said； much too softly。 Taim spread his hands； and Rand said； 〃That's better。〃 But he did not relax。
〃It was just that I thought I might be stabbed by accident；〃 Taim said； 〃making my way here through corridors packed with those Aiel women。 They seem agitated。〃 His eyes never left Rand； but Min was sure he had noticed her touching her knife。 〃Understandably； of course；〃 he went on smoothly。 〃I cannot express my joy at finding you alive after seeing what I did above。 I came to report deserters。 Normally； I wouldn't have bothered； but these are Gedwyn； Rochaid； Torval； and Kisman。 It seems they were malcontented over events in Altara； but I never thought they would go this far。 I haven't seen any of the men I left with you。〃 For an instant； his gaze flickered to Fedwin。 For no more than an instant。 〃There were。。。 other。。。 casualties？ I will take this one with me； if you wish。〃
〃I told them to stay out of sight；〃 Rand said in a harsh voice。 〃And I'll take care of Fedwin。 Fedwin Morr； Taim； not 'this one。'〃 He actually backed to the small table to pick up the silver cup sitting among the lamps。 Min's breath caught。
〃The Wisdom in my village could cure anything；〃 Rand said as he knelt beside Fedwin。 Somehow； he managed to smile at the boy without taking his eyes from Taim。 Fedwin smiled back happily and tried to take the cup； but Rand held it for him to drink。 〃She knows more about herbs than anybody I've ever met。 I learned a little from her； which are safe； which not。〃 Fedwin sighed as Rand took the cup away and held the boy to his chest。 〃Sleep； Fedwin；〃 Rand murmured。
It did seem that the boy was going to sleep。 His eyes closed。 His chest rose and fell more slowly。 Slower。 Until it stopped。 The smile never left his lips。
〃A little something in the wine；〃 Rand said softly as he laid Fedwin down。 Min's eyes burned； but she would not cry。 She would not！
〃You are harder than I thought；〃 Taim muttered。
Rand smiled at him； a hard feral smile。 〃Add Corlan Dashiva to your list of deserters； Taim。 Next time I visit the Black Tower； I expect to see his head on your Traitor's Tree。〃
〃Dashiva？〃 Taim snarled； his eyes widening in surprise。 〃It will be as you say。 When next you visit the Black Tower。〃 That quickly； he recovered himself； all polished stone and poise once more。 How she wished she could read her viewings of him。
〃Return to the Black Tower； and don't e here again。〃 Standing； Rand faced the other man over Fedwin's body。 〃I may be moving about for a while。〃
Taim's bow was minuscule。 〃As you mand。〃
As the door closed behind him； Min let out a long breath。
〃No point wasting time； and no time to waste；〃 Rand muttered。 Kneeling in front of her； he took the crown and slipped it into the scrip with the other things。 〃Min； I thought I was the whole pack of hounds； chasing down one wolf after another； but it seems I'm the wolf。〃
〃Burn you；〃 she breathed。 Tangling both hands in his hair； she stared in his eyes。 Now blue； now gray； a morning sky just at sunrise。 And dry。 〃You can cry； Rand al'Thor。 You won't melt if you cry！〃
〃I don't have time for tears； either； Min；〃 he said gently。 〃Sometimes the hounds catch the wolf and wish they hadn't。 Sometimes he turns on them； or waits in ambush。 But first； the wolf has to run。〃
〃When do we go？〃
