rj.thepathofdaggers-第24章
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slope of the highest hill； a flat…topped thing with one side that fell away in steep cliffs beyond the barns。 A few tall trees that had not lost all of their leaves provided a modicum of shade in the farmyard。 To the north and east； olive groves marched away and even up the sides of the hills。 A sort of slow bustle enveloped the farm； with easily over a hundred people in evidence despite the afternoon heat； carrying on all the everyday tasks but none quickly。
It might almost have passed for a small village instead of a farm； except that there was not a man or a child to be seen。 Elayne did not expect any。 This was a waypoint for Kinswomen passing through Ebou Dar to elsewhere； so there would not be too many in the city itself at one time； but that was a secret matter； as secret as the Kin themselves。 Publicly this farm was known for two hundred miles or more as a retreat for women； a place for contemplation and escape from the cares of the world for a time； a few days； a week； sometimes longer。 Elayne could almost feel serenity in the air。 She might have regretted bringing the world into this quiet place； except that she also brought new hope。
The first appearance of the horses ing around the leaning hill produced far less stir than she expected。 A number of the women stopped to watch； but no more than that。 Their clothing varied widely … Elayne even saw a sheen of silk here and there … but some carried baskets and others buckets； or great white bundles of what had to be wash。 One held a pair of bound ducks by the feet in either hand。 Noblewoman and craftswoman； farmer and beggar； all were equally wele here； but everyone did a share of the work during her stay。 Aviendha touched Elayne's arm； then pointed to the top of one of the hills； a thing like an inverted funnel skewed to one side。 Elayne added a hand to the shade of her hat and after a moment saw movement。 Small wonder no one was surprised。 Lookouts up there could see anyone ing from a long way。
A middling woman walked out to meet them short of the farm buildings。 Her dress was in the Ebou Dari style； with a deep narrow neckline； but her dark skirts and brightly colored petticoats were short enough that she did not need to hold them up out of the dust。 She did not wear a marriage knife； the Kin's rules prohibited marriage。 The Kin had too many secrets to keep。
〃That's Alise；〃 Reanne murmured； reining in between Nynaeve and Elayne。 〃She runs the farm this turn。 She's very intelligent。〃 Almost like an afterthought； she added； even more quietly； 〃Alise does not suffer fools gladly。〃 As Alise approached； Reanne drew herself up in her saddle； squaring her shoulders as though for an ordeal。
Middling was exactly how Elayne thought of Alise； not someone to give Reanne pause； certainly； even had she not been the Eldest of the Knitting Circle。 Straight…backed； Alise appeared to be somewhere in her middle years； neither slender nor stout； tall nor short； a little gray flecking dark brown hair that was tied back with a piece of ribbon； but in a very practical manner。 Her face was unremarkable； though pleasant enough； a mild face； perhaps a little long in the jaw。 When she saw Reanne； she gave a fleeting look of surprise； then smiled。 That smile transformed everything。 It did not make her beautiful or even pretty； but Elayne felt warmed by it； forted。
〃I hardly expected to see you。。。 Reanne；〃 Alise said； barely hesitating over the name。 Obviously she was unsure whether to use Reanne's rightful title in front of Nynaeve and Elayne and Aviendha。 She studied them with quick glances as she spoke。 There seemed to be a bit of Tarabon in her voice。 〃Berowin brought word of trouble in the city； of course； but I didn't think it was so bad you would have to leave。 Who are all these。。。 〃 Her words trailed off； and her eyes widened； staring beyond them。
Elayne glanced back； nearly loosing a few of the choice phrases she had picked up in various places； most recently from Mat Cauthon。 She did not understand all of them； not most of them really … nobody ever wanted to explain what they meant exactly … but they did have a way of relieving emotion。 The Warders had doffed their color…shifting cloaks； and the sisters had drawn up the hoods of their dust…cloaks as instructed； even Sareitha； who had no need to hide her youthful face； but Careane had not pulled hers forward far enough。 It simply framed her ageless features。 Not everyone would know what they were seeing； yet anyone who had been in the Tower surely would。 Careane jerked the hood forward at Elayne's glare； but the damage was done。
Others at the farm beside Alise possessed sharp eyes。 〃Aes Sedai！〃 a woman howled in tones suitable for announcing the end of the world。 Perhaps she was； for her world。 Shrieks spread like dust blown on the wind； and that quickly； the farm became a kicked anthill。 Here and there a woman simply fainted dead away； but most ran wildly； screaming； dropping what they carried； bumping into one another； falling down and scrambling up to run on。 Flapping ducks and chickens and short…horned black goats darted wildly to avoid being trampled。 In the midst of it all； some women stood gaping； plainly those who had e to the retreat with no knowledge of the Kin； though a few of them began to move hurriedly； too； caught up in the frenzy。
Light！〃 Nynaeve barked； yanking her braid。 〃Some of them are running into the olive groves！ Stop them！ The last thing we want is a panic！ Send the Warders！ Quick； quick！〃 Lan raised a questioning eyebrow； but she waved a peremptory hand at him。 〃Quick！ Before they all run away！〃 With a nod that seemed to begin as a shake of his head； he sent Mandarb galloping after the other men； curving to avoid the spreading pandemonium among the buildings。
Elayne shrugged at Birgitte； then motioned her to follow。 She agreed with Lan。 It seemed a bit late to try stopping a panic； and Warders on horseback attempting to herd frightened women probably was not the best way。 But she could not see how to change matters now； and there was no point letting them run off into the countryside。 They would all want to hear the news she and Nynaeve brought。
Alise gave no sign of running； or even fidgeting。 Her face paled slightly； but she stared up at Reanne with a steady gaze。 A firm gaze。 〃Why？〃 she breathed。 〃Why； Reanne？ I could not have imagined you doing this！ Did they give you bribes？ Offer immunity？ Will they let you walk free while we pay the price？ They probably won't allow it； but I vow I'll ask them to let me call you down。 Yes； you！ The rules apply even to you； Eldest！ If I can find a way to manage it； I vow you won't walk away from this smiling！〃 A very firm gaze。 Steely； in fact。
〃It isn't what you think；〃 Reanne said hurriedly； dismounting and dropping her reins。 She caught both of Alise's hands in hers despite the other woman's efforts to free them。 〃Oh； I did not want it to be like this。 They know； Alise。 About the Kin。 The Tower has always known。 Everything。 Almost everything。 But that isn't what is important。〃 Alise's eyebrows tried to climb onto her scalp at that； but Reanne rushed on； beaming eagerly from under her large straw hat。 〃We can go back； Alise。 We can try again。 They said we can。〃 The farm buildings seemed to be emptying as well； women rushing out to learn what the motion was； then joining the flight without a pause for more than hiking skirts。 Shouts from the olive groves said the Warders were at work； but not how much they were achieving。 Perhaps not a great deal。 Elayne sensed growing frustration from Birgitte； and irritation。 Reanne eyed the turmoil and sighed。 〃We must gather them in； Alise。 We can go back。〃
〃That's all very well for you and some of the others；〃 Alise said doubtfully。 〃If it's true。 What about the rest of us？ The Tower would not have let me stay as long as I did had I been quicker to learn。〃 She darted a frown at the now well…hooded sisters； and the stare she returned to Reanne held no little anger。 〃What would we go back for？ To be told again we aren't strong enough and be sent on our way？ Or will they just keep us as novices the rest of our lives？ Some might accept that； bu
