rj.thepathofdaggers-第49章
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Prophet and take him to Rand if Masema had ten thousand men around him。 Not for the first time he realized that however much her anger hurt and confused him； it was her disappointment he feared。 If he ever saw that in her eyes； it would rip the heart out of his chest。
He knelt beside her and helped her spread out the largest map； covering the south of Ghealdan and the north of Amadicia； and studied it as though Masema's name would leap off the parchment at him。 He had more reason than Rand to want to succeed。 Whatever else； he could not fail Faile。
Faile lay in the darkness； listening until she was sure that Perrin's breath had the deep rhythm of sleep； then slipped out from the blankets they shared。 Rueful amusement touched her as she pulled her linen nightdress up over her head。 Did he really think she would not find out that he had hidden the bed deep in a copse one morning while the carts were being loaded？ Not that she minded； not a great deal； at least。 She was sure she had slept on the ground as often as he。 She had pretended surprise； of course； and made light of it。 Anything else； and he would have apologized； perhaps even gone back to fetch the bed。 Managing a husband was an art； so her mother said。 Had Deira ni Ghaline ever found it so difficult？
Scuffing her bare feet into slippers； she shrugged into a silk robe； then hesitated； looking down at Perrin。 He would be able to see her clearly； if he woke； but to her； he was just a shadowed mound。 She wished her mother were there； now； to advise her。 She loved Perrin with every fiber of her being； and he confused every fiber。 Actually understanding men was impossible； of course； but he was so unlike anyone she had grown up with。 He never swaggered； and instead of laughing at himself； he was。。。 modest。 She had not believed a man could be modest！ He insisted that only chance had made him a leader； claimed he did not know how to lead； when men who met him were ready to follow after an hour。 He dismissed his own thinking as slow； when those slow； considering thoughts saw so deeply that she had to dance a merry jig to keep any secrets at all。 He was a wonderful man； her curly…haired wolf。 So strong。 And so gentle。 Sighing； she tiptoed from the tent。 His ears had caused her difficulties before。
The camp lay quiet beneath a gibbous moon that gave as much light in a cloudless sky as it normally would have full； a brightness that washed out the stars。 Some sort of night…bird cried shrilly； then fell silent at an owl's deep hoot。 There was a small breeze； and for a wonder； it actually seemed a little cool。 Probably her imagination。 The nights were cool only in parison to the days。
Most of the men were asleep； dark humps among the shadows beneath the trees。 A few remained awake； talking around the handful of fires still burning。 She made no effort to hide； but none noticed her。 Some appeared half asleep where they sat； heads nodding。 If she had not known how well the men on sentry duty would be keeping watch； she might have thought the camp could be surprised by a herd of wild cattle。 Of course； the Maidens would be on guard in the night； too。 But it did not matter if they saw her； either。
The high…wheeled carts made long； shadowed rows； the servants already snug and snoring beneath。 Most of the servants。 One fire still crackled there。 Maighdin and her friends sat around it。 Tallanvor was talking； gesturing fiercely； but only the other men seemed to be paying him any mind； though he appeared to be addressing himself to Maighdin。 That they had had better garb in their bundles than those near rags was not surprising； but their former mistress must have had a very free hand to give out silk to her people； and Maighdin wore finely cut silk indeed； in a muted blue。 None of the others was dressed so well； so perhaps Maighdin had been their lady's favorite。
A twig snapped under Faile's foot； and heads whipped around； Tallanvor starting to his feet； half drawing his sword before he saw her gathering her robe in the moonlight。 They were more alert than the Two Rivers men behind her。 For an instant the lot of them just stared at her； then Maighdin rose gracefully and made a deep curtsy； and the others hastily followed her example with varying degrees of skill。 Only Maighdin and Balwer appeared at all at ease。 A nervous smile split Gill's round face。
〃Go on with what you were doing；〃 Faile told them kindly。 〃But don't stay up too late； tomorrow will be full。〃 She walked on； but when she glanced back； they were still standing； still peering after her。 Their travels must have made them wary as rabbits； always watching for a fox。 She wondered how well they would fit in。 Over the next few weeks； she would be busy training them to her ways； learning theirs。 One was as important as the other for a well…run household。 The time would have to be found。
They did not stay long in her thoughts tonight。 Soon she was beyond the carts； not quite out to where Two Rivers men would be keeping sharp watch from up in the trees。 Nothing larger than a mouse would get by them unseen … even some of the Maidens had been spotted upon occasion … but they were watching for anyone attempting to sneak in。 Not for those who had a right to be there。 In a small moonlit clearing； her people were waiting。
Some of the men bowed； and Parelean nearly went to one knee before stopping himself。 Several women instinctively made curtsies that looked quite peculiar in men's garb； then dropped their eyes or shifted in embarrassment at realizing what they had done。 The manners of the court had been bred into them； though they tried very hard to adopt Aiel customs。 What they believed were Aiel customs； at least。 Sometimes they horrified the Maidens with what they believed。 Perrin called them fools； and they were in some ways； but they had sworn fealty to her； these Cairhienin and Tairens … water oath； they named it； copying the Aiel； trying to … and that made them hers。 Among themselves they had taken to calling their 〃society〃 Cha Faile； the Falcon's Talon； though they had seen the necessity of keeping that quiet。 They were not fools in all ways。 In fact； around the edges anyway； they were not too unlike the young men and women she had grown up with。
Those she had sent off early that morning had just returned； for the women among them were still changing out of the dresses they had worn of necessity。 Even one woman dressed as a man would have roused notice in Bethal； not to mention five。 The clearing was a great flurry of skirts and shifts； coats and shirts and breeches。 The women made believe they did not mind being unclothed in front of others； including men； since the Aiel apparently did not； but haste and labored breathing gave them the lie。 The men were all shifting feet and turning heads； torn between looking away decently and watching； as they thought the Aiel did； while pretending they were not looking at half…dressed women。 Faile held her robe close over her nightdress； she could not have dressed further without waking Perrin for sure； but she made no pretense at fort。 She was no Domani； to receive her retainers in her bath。
〃Forgive us for being late； my Lady Faile；〃 Selande panted； tugging her coat on。 The accents of Cairhien were sharp in the short woman's voice。 Even for a Cairhienin； she was not tall。 She managed a credible swagger； though； a suitable boldness in the tilt of her head and the set of her shoulders。 〃We would have returned sooner； but the gate guards made a bother letting us out。〃
〃A bother？〃 Faile said sharply。 If only she could have seen with her own eyes； on top of theirs； if only Perrin had let her go instead of that trollop。 No； she would not think about Berelain。 It was not Perrin's fault。 She repeated that to herself twenty times a day； like a prayer。 But why was the man so blind？ 〃What kind of bother？〃 She drew a chagrined breath。 Troubles with your husband should never affect your tone with your vassals。
〃Nothing of note； my Lady。〃 Selande buckled her sword belt and settled it on her hips。 〃They let some fellows ahead of us drive their wagons through without a second look； but they were wo
