rj.thepathofdaggers-第50章
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〃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 worried about letting women go out into the night。〃 Some of the other women laughed。 The five men who had gone into Bethal stirred irritably； no doubt because they had not been thought enough protection。 The rest of Cha Faile made a thick semicircle behind those ten； watching Faile closely； listening closely。 Moonlight shadowed their faces。
〃Tell me what you saw；〃 Faile manded in a calmer tone。 Much better。
Selande made her report concisely； and for all Faile's wishes that she had gone herself； she had to admit they had seen almost as much as she could have wished。 The streets of Bethal were nearly empty even at the busiest hours of the day。 People stayed to their own homes as much as possible。 A little merce trickled in and out； but few merchants ventured into this part of Ghealdan； and barely enough food came in from the countryside to keep everyone fed。 Most of the townspeople seemed stunned； afraid of what lay outside the walls； sinking deeper and deeper into apathy and despair。 Everyone kept their mouths closed for fear of the Prophet's spies； and their eyes as well； for fear of being taken for spies。 The Prophet had a deep effect。 For instance； however many bandits roamed the hills； cutpurses and footpads had vanished from Bethal。 It was said the Prophet's penalty for a thief was to cut off the man's hands。 Though that did not seem to apply to his own people。
〃The Queen tours the city every day； showing herself to keep spirits up；〃 Selande said； 〃but I do hot think it helps much。 She is making a progress here in the south to remind people they have a Queen； maybe she has had more success elsewhere。 The Watch has been added to the wall guards； and all but a handful of her soldiers； too。 Perhaps it makes the townsfolk feel safer。 Until she moves on。 Unlike everyone else； Alliandre herself apparently feels no fear the Prophet will e storming over the walls。 She walks alone in the gardens of Lord Telabin's palace； morning and evening； and keeps only a few soldiers； who spend most of their time in the kitchens。 Everybody in the city seems as concerned with food； with how long there will be enough； as they are with the Prophet。 In truth； my Lady； for all the guards on the walls； I think if Masema appeared at the gates alone； they might give him the town。〃
〃They would；〃 Meralda put in contemptuously； buckling her own sword round her waist； 〃and beg for mercy。〃 Dark and stocky； Meralda was as tall as Faile； but the Tairen woman ducked her head at a frown from Selande and murmured an apology。 There were no doubts who led Cha Faile； after Faile herself。
She had been pleased there was no need to change the precedence they had established。 Selande was the brightest of them except perhaps for Parelean； and only Arella and Camaille were quicker。 And Selande had something extra； a steadiness； as if she had already faced the worst fear in her life and nothing could ever be that bad again。 Of course； she wanted a scar like those some of the Maidens had。 Faile possessed several small scars； badges of honor most of them； but actually seeking one was idiocy。 At least the woman was not too very eager in the matter。
〃We made a map； as you required； my Lady；〃 the diminutive woman finished with a last； warning glance at Meralda。 〃We marked out Lord Telabin's palace on the back as much as we could； but I fear that is not much more than the gardens and stables。〃
Faile did not try to make out the lines on the paper she unfolded in the moonlight。 A pity she had not been able to go herself； she could have mapped the interior； too。 No。 Done was done； as Perrin liked to say。 And it was enough。 〃You are certain no one searches wagons leaving the city？〃 Even in the pale light； she could see confusion on many of the faces in front of her。 None knew why she had sent some of them into Bethal。
Selande did not look confused。 〃Yes； my Lady；〃 she said calmly。 Quite bright； and more than quick enough。
The wind gusted for a moment； rustling leaves on the trees； rustling dead leaves on the ground； and Faile wished she had Perrin's ears。 His nose and eyes； too。 It did not matter if anyone saw her here with her retainers； but eavesdroppers would be something else。 〃You've done very well； Selande。 All of you have。〃 Perrin knew the dangers here； as real as any farther south； he knew； but like most men； he thought with his heart as often as his head。 A wife had to be practical； to keep her husband out of trouble。 That had been her mother's very first piece of advice on married life。 〃At first light； you will return to Bethal； and if you receive word from me； this is what you will do。。。 〃
Even Selande's eyes widened in shock as she went on； but no one murmured the slightest protest。 Faile would have been surprised if anyone had。 Her instructions were to the point。 There would be some danger； but under the circumstances； not nearly what might have been。
〃Are there any questions？〃 she said finally。 〃Does everyone understand？〃
With one voice； Cha Faile answered。 〃We live to serve our Lady Faile。〃 And that meant they would serve her beloved wolf； whether he wanted them to or not。
Maighdin shifted in her blankets on the hard ground； sleep eluding her。 That was her name； now； a new name for a new life。 Maighdin； for her mother； and Dorlain； for a family on an estate that had been hers。 A new life for an old life gone； but ties of the heart could not be cut。 And now。。。 Now。。。
A faint crackle of dead leaves brought her head up； and she watched a dim shape pass through the trees。 The Lady Faile； returning to her tent from wherever she had gone。 A pleasant young woman； kindhearted and well spoken。 Whatever her husband's stock； she almost certainly was nobly born。 But young。 Inexperienced。 That might be a help。
Maighdin let her head fall back on the cloak she had wadded up for a pillow。 Light； what was she doing here？ Taking service as a lady's maid！ No。 She would hold on to her confidence in herself； at least。 She could still find that。 She could。 If she dug deeply。 Her breath caught at the sound of footsteps close by。
Tallanvor knelt gracefully at her side。 He was shirtless； moonlight gleaming on the smooth muscles of his chest and shoulders； his face in shadows。 A slight breeze ruffled his hair。 〃What madness is this？〃 he asked softly。 〃Entering service？ What are you up to？ And don't tell me that nonsense about making a new life； I don't believe it。 No one does。〃
She tried to turn away； but he laid a hand on her shoulder。 He exerted no pressure； yet it stopped her as surely as a halter。 Light； please let her not tremble。 The Light did not listen； but at least she managed to keep her voice steady。 〃If you haven't noticed； I must make my way in the world； now。 Better as a lady's maid than a tavern maid。 You may feel free to go on alone if service here doesn't suit。〃
〃You didn't abdicate your wits or your pride when you gave up the throne；〃 he muttered。 Burn Lini for revealing that！ 〃If you mean to pretend that you did； I suggest you avoid letting Lini get you alone。〃 The man chuckled at her！ He chuckled； oh； so richly！ 〃She wants a word with Maighdin； and I suspect she won't be as gentle with Maighdin as she was with Morgase。〃
Angrily she sat up； brushing his hand away。 〃Are you blind； and deaf as well？ The Dragon Reborn has plans for Elayne！ Light； I wouldn't like it if he simply knew her name！ It must be more than chance that brought me to one of his henchmen； Tallanvor。 It has to be！〃
〃Burn me； I knew it must be that。 I hoped I was wrong； but。。。 〃 He sounded as angry as she。 He had no right to be angry！ 〃Elayne is safe in the White Tower； the Amyrlin Seat won't let her anywhere near a man who can channel； even if he is the Dragon Reborn … especially if he is！ … and Maighdin Dorlain can do nothing about the Amyrlin Seat； the Dragon Reborn； or the Lion Throne。 All she can do is get her neck snapped； or her throat cut； or …！〃
