rj.thepathofdaggers-第5章
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k they wished on someone else。 Neither could channel strongly enough to have any certainty of holding Turanna by herself； but they linked as though they had been forming circles all their lives； the light of saidar around one seeming to blend with that around the other despite the fact that they stood apart。 Verin forced her face into a smile to keep from frowning。 Where had they learned that？ She would have wagered all she possessed that they had not known how only a few days ago。
Everything went quickly then； and smoothly。 As the crouching men lifted Turanna to her feet by the arms； she let the silver cup fall。 Empty； luckily for her。 She did not struggle； which was just as well； considering that either could have carried her off under one arm like a sack of grain； but her mouth hung open； emitting a wordless keening。 The Aiel paid no heed。 Daviena； focusing the circle； assumed the shield； and Verin let go of the Source pletely。 None of them trusted her enough to let her hold saidar without a known reason； no matter what oaths she had sworn。 Neither appeared to notice； but they surely would have had she held on。 The men hauled Turanna away； her bare feet dragging across the layered carpets that floored the tent； and the Wise Ones followed them out。 And that was that。 What could be done with Turanna had been done。
Letting out a long breath； Verin sagged onto one of the bright； tasseled cushions。 A fine golden ropework tray sat on the carpets next to her。 Filling one of the mismatched silver cups from a pewter pitcher； she drank deeply。 This was thirsty work； and tiring。 Hours of daylight remained； yet she felt as if she had carried a heavy chest twenty miles。 Over hills。 The cup went back onto the tray； and she pulled the small； leather…bound notebook from behind her belt。 It always took a little time for them to fetch those she asked for。 A few moments to peruse her notes … and make some … would not be amiss。
There was no need for notes about the captives； but the sudden appearance of Cadsuane Melaidhrin； three days ago now； gave cause for concern。 What was Cadsuane after？ The woman's panions could be dismissed； but Cadsuane herself was a legend； and even the believable parts of the legend made her very dangerous indeed。 Dangerous and unpredictable。 She took a pen from the small wooden writing case she always carried； reached toward the stoppered inkbottle in its scabbard。 And another Wise One entered the tent。
Verin scrambled to her feet so quickly that she dropped her notebook。 Aeron could not channel at all； yet Verin made a much deeper curtsy for the graying woman than she had for Daviena and Losaine。 At the bottom of her dip； she let go of her skirts to reach for her book； but Aeron's fingers reached it first。 Verin straightened； calmly watching the taller woman thumb through the pages。
Sky blue eyes met hers。 A winter sky。 〃Some pretty drawings and a great deal about plants and flowers；〃 Aeron said coldly。 〃I see nothing concerning the questions you were sent to ask。〃 She thrust the book at Verin more than handed it to her。
〃Thank you； Wise One；〃 Verin said meekly； tucking the book back safely behind her belt。 She even added another curtsy for good measure； just as deep as the first。 〃I have the habit of noting down what I see。〃 One day she would have to write out the cipher she used in her notebooks … a lifetime's worth of them filled cupboards and chests in her rooms above the White Tower library … one day； but she hoped not soon。 〃As for the。。。 um。。。 prisoners； so far they all say variations of the same thing。 The Car'a'carn was to be housed in the Tower until the Last Battle。 His。。。 um。。。 mistreatment。。。 began because of an escape attempt。 But you know that already； of course。 Never fear； though； I'm sure I will learn more。〃 All true； if not all of the truth； she had seen too many sisters die to risk sending others to the grave without a very good reason。 The trouble was deciding what might cause that risk。 The manner of young al'Thor's kidnapping； by an embassy supposedly treating with him； enraged the Aiel to the point of murder； yet what she called his 〃mistreatment〃 barely angered them at all as far as she could tell。
Gold and ivory bracelets clattered softly as Aeron adjusted her dark shawl。 She peered down as though trying to read Verin's thoughts。 Aeron seemed to stand high among the Wise Ones； and while Verin occasionally had seen a smile crease those dark…tanned cheeks； a warm and easy smile； it was never directed at an Aes Sedai。 We never suspected that you would be the ones to fail； she had told Verin somewhat murkily。 There had been nothing unclear in the rest of it； however。 Aes Sedai have no honor。 Give me one hair of suspicion； and I will strap you till you cannot stand； with my own hands。 Give me two hairs； and I will stake you out for the vultures and the ants。 Verin blinked up at her； trying to appear open。 And meek； she must not forget meek。 Docile； and pliant。 She did not feel fear。 In her time she had faced harder stares； from women … and men … without so much as Aeron's slim punction about ending her life。 But a good deal of effort had gone into being sent to ask those questions。 She could not afford to waste it now。 If only these Aiel let more show on their faces。
Abruptly she became aware that they were no longer alone in the tent。 Two flaxen…haired Maidens had entered with a black…robed woman a hand shorter than either。 They were half…holding her upright。 At one side stood Tialin； a lanky redhead wearing a grim expression behind the light of saidar； shielding the black…robed prisoner。 The sister's hair hung in sweat…soaked ringlets to her shoulders and strands that clung to her face； which bore so much dirt that Verin did not recognize her at first。 High cheekbones； but not very high； a nose with just the hint of a hook to it； and the slightest tilt to the brown eyes。。。 Beldeine。 Beldeine Nyram。 She had instructed the girl in a few novice classes。
〃If I may ask；〃 she said carefully； 〃why was she brought？ I asked for another。〃 Beldeine had no Warder despite being Green … she had been raised to the shawl barely three years ago； and Greens were often especially choosy about their first … but if they started bringing whoever they selected； the next might have two or three Warders。 She thought she could deal with two more today； but not if either had even one Warder。 And she doubted they would give her a second chance at any of them。
〃Katerine Alruddin escaped last night；〃 Tialin nearly spat； and Verin gasped。
〃You let her escape？〃 she burst out without thinking。 Tiredness gave no excuse； but the words spilled from her tongue before she could stop them。 〃How could you be so foolish？ She's Red！ And neither a coward nor weak in the Power！ The Car'a'carn could be in danger！ Why were we not told of this when it happened？〃
〃It was not discovered until this morning；〃 one of the Maidens growled。 Her eyes could have been polished sapphires。 〃A Wise One and two Cor Darei were poisoned； and the gai'shain who brought them drink was found with his throat cut。〃
Aeron arched an eyebrow at the Maiden coldly。 〃Did she speak to you； Carahuin？〃 Both Maidens suddenly became engrossed in the task of keeping Beldeine on her feet。 Aeron merely glanced at Tialin； but the red…haired Wise One lowered her gaze。 Verin was the next recipient of those attentions。 〃Your concern for Rand al'Thor does you。。。 honor；〃 Aeron said grudgingly。 〃He will be guarded。 You have no need to know more。 Or so much。〃 Abruptly her tone hardened。 〃But apprentices do not use that tone with Wise Ones； Verin Mathwin Aes Sedai。〃 The last words were a sneer。
Smothering a sigh； Verin all but fell into another deep curtsy； a part of her wishing she were even as slim as she had been on arriving in the White Tower。 She was not really constructed for all this bending and bobbing。 〃Forgive me； Wise One；〃 she said humbly。 Escaped！ The circumstances made everything plain； to her if not to the Aiel。 〃Apprehension must have loosened my wits。〃 A pity she had no way to make sure Katerine met with a fatal accident。 〃I will do my best to remember in the future
