rj.thepathofdaggers-第34章
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me； they really might bring a hundred damane； or more； and based on the little Egwene would let herself say of her captivity； most of those women really would be eager to help collar others。 She said that what had turned her stomach most had been the sight of damane from Seanchan laughing with their sul'dam； fawning and playing with them； well…trained hounds with their affectionate handlers。 Egwene said some of the women collared in Falme had been that way； too。 It made Elayne's blood run cold。 She would die before letting them put that leash on her！ And she would as soon let the Forsaken have what she had found as the Seanchan。 She went running to the cistern； Aviendha at her side breathing almost as hard as she was herself。
It seemed Alise really had thought of everything； though。 The ter'angreal were already stowed away on the packhorses。 The unsearched panniers remained full of jumbled odds and ends and the Light knew what； but those she and Aviendha had emptied now bulged with coarse sacks of flour and salt； beans and lentils。 A handful of stablefolk minded the packanimals instead of running about with their arms full。 Doing Alise's bidding； no doubt。 Even Birgitte went trotting off at the woman's call with no more than a rueful grin！
Elayne lifted canvas covers to examine the ter'angreal as well as she could without unloading them again。 Everything appeared to be there； a bit tumbled together in two panniers； not enough to fill them； but nothing broken。 Not that anything short of the One Power itself could break most ter'angreal； yet even so。。。
Aviendha took a seat cross…legged on the ground； blotting sweat from her face with a large； plain linen handkerchief that seemed very much at odds with her pretty silk riding dress。 Even she was beginning to show weariness。 〃What are you muttering about； Elayne？ You sound like Nynaeve。 This Alise has only saved us the trouble of packing those things ourselves。〃
Elayne colored faintly。 She had not meant to speak aloud。 〃I just don't want anyone handling them who doesn't know what they are doing； Aviendha。〃 Some ter'angreal could trigger even for people unable to channel； if they did the wrong thing； but the truth was； she did not want anyone handling them。 They were hers！ The Hall was not going to hand these over to some other sister just because she was older and more experienced； or hide them away because studying ter'angreal was too dangerous。 With this many examples to study； maybe she could finally figure out how to make ter'angreal that worked every time； there had been far too many failures and half…successes。 〃They need someone who knows what she's doing；〃 she said； lashing the stiff canvas back in place。
Order began to appear out of pandemonium more rapidly than Elayne expected； though not as fast as she could have wished。 Of course； she admitted reluctantly； nothing slower than instantaneous could have matched her wishes。 Unable to keep her eyes off the sky； she sent Careane running back to the top of the hill to watch toward Ebou Dar。 The stocky Green grumbled a bit under her breath before curtsying； and even frowned at the Kinswomen dashing about as if on the point of suggesting one of them instead； but Elayne wanted someone who would not faint at the sight of 〃Shadowspawn〃 approaching； and Careane stood lowest among the sisters。 Adeleas and Vandene brought out Ispan between them； firmly shielded and the leather sack back over her head。 She walked quite easily； and nothing visible said that anything at all had been done to her； except。。。 Ispan kept her hands folded at her waist； never so much as trying to raise the sack for a peek； and when she was boosted into a saddle； she held out her wrists to be corded to the pommel without being told。 If she was that amenable； perhaps they had learned something from her。 Elayne just did not want to contemplate how the learning might have been achieved。
There were。。。 bumps； of course； of sorts； even with what might be rushing toward them。 What surely was rushing toward them。 Nynaeve getting her blue…plumed hat back was not really a bump； though it almost turned into one； Alise had found it； and handed it back telling Nynaeve she needed to shield her face from the sun if she wanted to keep that smooth pretty skin。 An open…mouthed Nynaeve watched the graying woman hurry off to deal with one of the numerous small problems； then ostentatiously shoved the hat under a strap of her saddlebags。
From the beginning Nynaeve set about flattening the real bumps； but Alise was nearly always there first； and where Alise met a bump； the bump flattened itself。 Several noblewomen demanded help packing their belongings； only to be informed in no uncertain terms that she had meant what she said and if they did not hop to it； they could live in what they stood in。 They hopped。 Some； and not only nobles； changed their minds about going when they learned the destination was Andor； and were literally chased away。 Afoot； and told to keep running as long as they could。 Every horse was needed； but they had to be well away before the Seanchan appeared； at the very least they could be expected to put anyone near the farm to the question。 As should have been expected； Nynaeve got into a shouting match with Renaile over the Bowl； and the turtle Talaan had used； which Renaile apparently had tucked behind her sash。 Hardly had they reached the stage of waving arms； however； than Alise was right there； and in short order the Bowl was back in Sareitha's care and the turtle in Merilille's。 Following which； Elayne was treated to the sight of Alise shaking her finger under the astonished nose of the Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships to the Atha'an Miere； delivering a tongue…lashing on the subject of theft that left Renaile spluttering indignantly。 Nynaeve did a little spluttering； too； stalking away empty…handed； yet Elayne thought she had never seen anyone look so forlorn。
All in all； it did not take very long； though。 The remaining women who had been at the farm gathered under the watchful eyes of the Knitting Circle … and of Alise； who carefully noted the last ten to arrive； all but two in fine embroidered silks； not much different from Elayne's。 Definitely not Kinswomen。 Elayne felt sure they really would do the washing…up anyway； Alise would not let a little thing like noble birth stand in her way。 The Windfinders lined up with their horses； surprisingly silent except for Renaile； who muttered imprecations whenever she saw Alise。 Careane was summoned back from the hilltop。 The Warders brought the sisters their mounts。 Almost everyone kept an eye on the sky； and saidar made halos around all of the older Aes Sedai and most of the Windfinders。 Around a few of the Kin； as well。
Leading her mare to the head of the line； at the cistern； Nynaeve fingered the angreal still on her hand as if she were going to be the one to make the gateway； ridiculous as the very idea might be。 For one thing； though she had washed her face … and donned her hat； strangely； all things considered … she still tottered whenever her self…control slipped。 Lan stayed practically at her shoulder； stone…faced as always； but if ever there was a man ready to catch a woman when she fell； it was he。 Even with the bracelet…and…rings； Nynaeve might not be able to manage enough to weave a gateway。 More important； she had been dashing about the farm ever since they first arrived； Elayne had spent a considerable time holding saidar right where they now stood。 She knew that spot。 Nynaeve scowled sulkily when Elayne embraced the Source； but at least she had sense enough to say nothing。
Right from the first Elayne wished that she had asked Aviendha for the woman…cloaked…in…her…own…hair； she was weary； too； and all the saidar she could draw was barely enough to form the weave so it would work。 The flows wavered in her grasp almost as if trying to twist free； then snapped into place so suddenly that she jumped； channeling when you were tired was not at all like other times； but this was the worst ever。 At least the familiar vertical slash of silver appeared as it should； and widened into an opening right alongside the cistern。 An opening
