rj.thepathofdaggers-第44章
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gust was for himself。 Threatening！ If one of them looked at him cross…eyed？ But if the nameless man had not cut off ears himself； he had watched it and done nothing。
Faile was smiling； pride shining through the sweat on her face。 Her look washed away some of Perrin's revulsion。 He would walk barefoot through fire for that look。
Not everyone approved； of course。 Seonid's eyes were squeezed shut； and her gloved fists quivered on her reins as though she desperately wanted to yank that scarf from her mouth and tell him what she thought。 He could guess anyway。 Edarra and Nevarin had gathered their shawls around them and were eyeing him darkly。 Oh； yes； he could guess。
〃I thought it was to be all secrecy；〃 Teryl said casually； watching the stubble…cheeked man run。 〃I thought Masema wasn't to know you were here till you spoke in his pink ear。〃
That had been the plan。 Rand had suggested it as a precaution； Seonid and Masuri had insisted on it every chance they got。 After all； Prophet of the Lord Dragon or no； Masema might not want to e face…to…face with someone Rand sent； considering the things he was said to have allowed。 Those ears were not the worst； if the tenth part of rumor was to be believed。 Edarra and the other Wise Ones saw Masema as a possible enemy； to be ambushed before he could set his own trap。
〃I'm supposed to stop。。。 that；〃 Perrin said； gesturing angrily to the rawhide string on the ground。 He had heard the rumors； and done nothing。 Now he had seen。 〃I might as well start now。〃 And if Masema decided he was an enemy？ How many thousands followed the Prophet； out of belief or fear？ It did not matter。 〃It stops； Teryl。 It stops！〃
The Murandian nodded slowly； eyeing Perrin as though seeing him for the first time。
〃My Lord Perrin？〃 Maighdin said。 He had forgotten all about her and her friends。 The others had gathered with her a little way off； most still afoot。 There were three men aside from the fellow who had followed Maighdin； and two of those were hiding behind their horses。 Lini appeared the wariest of all； eyes focused on him worriedly； she had her horse close to Maighdin's and seemed ready to seize the bridle herself。 Not to stop the younger woman bolting； but to bolt herself and take Maighdin with her。 Maighdin herself appeared pletely at ease； but she also studied Perrin。 Little wonder； after all that talk of the Prophet and the Dragon Reborn； on top of his eyes。 Not to mention an Aes Sedai gagged。 He expected her to say that they wanted to go now； immediately； but what she said instead was 〃We will accept your kind offer。 A day or two resting in your camp might be just the thing。〃
〃As you say； Mistress Maighdin；〃 he said slowly。 Masking his surprise was difficult。 Especially since he had just recognized the two men trying to keep their horses between them and him。 Ta'veren work； to bring them here？ A strange twist in any case。 〃It might be just the thing at that。〃
Chapter 8
（Lion Rampant）
A Simple Country Woman
The camp lay about a league farther on； well back from the road among low； wooded hills； just beyond a stream that was ten paces' width of stones and only five of water never deeper than a man's knees。 Tiny green and silver fish darted away from the horses' hooves。 Casual passersby were unlikely to e on them here。 The nearest inhabited farm was over a mile away； and Perrin had checked personally to make sure those folk took their animals to water elsewhere。
He truly had been trying to avoid notice as much as possible； traveling by back roads and the smallest country paths when they could not keep to the forests。 A futile effort； really。 The horses could be pastured wherever there was grass； but they required at least some grain； and even a small army had to buy food； and a lot of it。 Every man needed four pounds a day； in flour and beans and meat。 Rumors must have been floating all over Ghealdan； though with luck； no one suspected who they were。 Perrin grimaced。 Perhaps they had not； until he went and opened his mouth。 Still； he would have done nothing differently。
It was three camps really； close to one another and none far from the stream。 They traveled together； all following him； obeying him supposedly； but there were too many personalities involved； and no one was entirely sure the others aimed at the same goal。 Some nine hundred or so Winged Guards had their cook fires crowded between rows of picketed horses in a broad meadow of trampled brown grass。 He tried to close his nose to the mingled smells of horses； sweat； dung and boiling goat meat； an unpleasant bination on a hot day。 A dozen mounted sentries rode a slow circuit in pairs； their long； red…streamered lances all at precisely the same angle； but the rest of the Mayeners had shed breastplates and helmets。 Coatless and often shirtless in the sun； they lay sprawled on their blankets or diced as they waited on the food。 Some looked up as Perrin passed； a number straightened from what they were doing to study the additions to his party； but none came running； so the patrols were still out。 Small patrols； without lances； who could see without being seen。 Well； that was the hope。 It had been。
A handful of gai'shain moved at various chores among the Wise Ones' low gray…brown tents on the sparsely wooded crest of the hill above the Mayeners。 At this distance； the white…robed figures appeared harmless； eyes downcast and meek。 Up close； they would look the same； but most were Shaido。 The Wise Ones claimed gai'shain were gai'shain； Perrin did not trust any Shaido out of his sight。 Off to one side on the slope； beneath a bedraggled sourgum； perhaps a dozen Maidens in cadin'sor knelt in a circle around Sulin； the toughest of them despite her white hair。 She had sent out scouts； too； women who could move as fast afoot as the Mayeners on their horses and were much more likely to escape unwanted attention。 None of the Wise Ones up there were in the open； but a slender woman stirring a large stew kettle straightened； knuckling her back as she watched Perrin and the others pass。 A woman in a green silk riding dress。
He could see the glare on Masuri's face。 Aes Sedai did not stir kettles； nor perform twenty other tasks the Wise Ones had her and Seonid doing。 Masuri laid it at Rand's feet； but he was not here； and Perrin was。 Given half a chance； she would peel his hide for him。
Edarra and Nevarin turned up that way； even in those bulky skirts barely disturbing the layers of dead leaves that carpeted the ground。 Seonid followed； her cheeks still bulging around that scarf。 She twisted in her saddle； peering back at Perrin。 If he could have believed an Aes Sedai looking anxious； that was what he would have called her。 Riding behind her； Furen and Teryl wore scowls。
Masuri saw them ing and hastily bent back to the black kettle； stirring with renewed vigor； trying to make out that she had never stopped。 So long as Masuri stayed in the Wise Ones' charge； Perrin thought he did not have to worry about his hide。 The Wise Ones seemed to keep a very short leash。
Nevarin looked back over her shoulder at him； another of those dark stares he had been getting from her and Edarra since sending his warning； his threat； by the stubble…cheeked fellow。 Perrin exhaled in exasperation。 He did not have to worry about his pelt unless the Wise Ones decided they wanted it。 Too many personalities。 Too many goals。
Maighdin rode at Faile's side； seemingly paying no attention to what they passed； but he would not have wagered a split copper on it。 Her eyes had widened a hair at sight of the Mayener sentries。 She knew what red breastplates and helmets like rimmed pots meant； as surely as she had recognized an Aes Sedai face。 Most people would not have known either； especially not folk dressed as she was。 She was a mystery； this Maighdin。 For some reason； she seemed vaguely familiar。
Lini and Tallanvor … that was what he had heard Maighdin call the fellow who had ridden after her； 〃young〃 Tallanvor； though there could not have been more than four or five years between them if that … stayed as close behind Maighdin as possible； w
