rj.thepathofdaggers-第69章
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That was a lie； but a very believable one； so it came as a shock when Moghedien suddenly channeled and every lamp in the room went out； plunging them into darkness。 Instantly Graendal flung herself from the chair so as not to be where they had last seen her； and she also channeled even as she moved； weaving a web of light that hung to one side； a sphere of pure white that cast lurid shadows about the room。 And revealed the pair clearly。 Without hesitation； she channeled again； drawing the full strength of the little ring。 She did not need it all； or even most； but she wanted every advantage she could find。 Attack her； would they！ A net of pulsion tightened on each of them before they could twitch。
She had spun the nets strong； for anger's sake； nearly strong enough to do harm； and the women stood staring at her adoringly； eyes wide and mouths hanging open in adulation； intoxicated with worship。 They were hers to mand； now。 If she told them to cut their own throats； they would。 Suddenly Graendal realized that Moghedien was no longer embracing the Source。 This much pulsion might have shocked her into letting go。 The servants by the door had not moved； of course。
〃Now；〃 she said a touch breathlessly； 〃you will answer my questions。〃 She had a number； including who was this Moridin fellow； if there was such a man； and where had Cyndane e from； but one piqued her more than the rest。 〃What did you hope to gain by this； Moghedien？ I may decide to knot those webs on you。 You can pay for your game by serving me。〃
〃No； please；〃 Moghedien groaned； wringing her hands。 She actually began to weep！ 〃You will kill us all！ Please； you must serve the Nae'blis！ That is what we came for。 To bring you to Moridin's service！〃 The silver…haired little woman's face was a shadowed mask of terror in the pale light； her bosom heaving as she gulped breath。
Suddenly uneasy； Graendal opened her mouth。 This made less and less sense by the moment。 She opened her mouth； and the True Source vanished。 The One Power vanished from her； and blackness swallowed the room again。 Abruptly the caged birds broke into a frenzy of chirruping； their wings fluttered frantically against the bamboo bars。
Behind her； a voice rasped like rock being ground to dust。 〃The Great Lord thought you might not take their word； Graendal。 The time when you could go your own way has passed。〃 A ball of。。。 something。。。 appeared in the air； a dead black globe； but a silver light filled the room。 The mirrors did not shine； they seemed to dull in that light。 The birds went still； silent； somehow； Graendal knew they had frozen in terror。
She gaped at the Myrddraal standing there； pale and eyeless and clothed in black deeper than the ball； but larger than any she had ever seen。 It had to be the reason she could not sense the Source； but that was impossible！ Except。。。 Where had that strange sphere of black light e from if not from it？ She had never felt the same fear others did at a Myrddraal's gaze； not to the same degree； yet her hands rose on their own； and she had to snatch them down to keep from covering her face。 Glancing toward Moghedien and Cyndane； she flinched。 They had adopted the same pose as her servants； crouching on their knees； heads to the floor toward the Myrddraal。
She had to work moisture into her mouth。 〃You are a messenger from the Great Lord？〃 Her voice was steady； but weak。 She had never heard of such a thing； the Great Lord sending a message by Myrddraal； and yet。。。 Moghedien was a physical coward； but still one of the Chosen； and she groveled as assiduously as the girl。 And there was the light。 Graendal found herself wishing her dress were not cut so low。 Ridiculous； of course； Myrddraal's appetites for women were well known； but she was one of the。。。 Her eyes drifted to Moghedien once more。
The Myrddraal strode by her sinuously； seeming not to pay her any heed。 Its long black cloak hung undisturbed by its movements。 Aginor had thought the creatures were not quite in the world in the same way everything else was； 〃slightly out of phase with time and reality；〃 he had called it； whatever that meant。
〃I am Shaidar Haran。〃 Stopping by her servants； the Myrddraal bent to grip them by the backs of their necks； one hand to each。 〃When I speak； you may consider that you hear the voice of the Great Lord of the Dark。〃 Those hands tightened to the surprisingly loud sound of cracking bone。 The young man spasmed as he died； kicking out； the young woman merely went limp。 They had been two of her prettiest。 The Myrddraal straightened from the corpses。 〃I am his hand in this world； Graendal。 When you stand before me； you stand before him。〃
Graendal considered carefully； if quickly。 She was afraid； an emotion she was far more used to inspiring in others； but she knew how to control her fear。 While she had never manded armies as some of the others had； she was neither a stranger to hazard nor a coward； yet this was more than a mere threat。 Moghedien and Cyndane still knelt with their heads to the marble floor； Moghedien actually trembling visibly。 Graendal believed this Myrddraal。 Or whatever it truly was。 The Great Lord was taking a more direct hand in events； as she had feared。 And if he learned of her scheming with Sammael。。。 If he chose to take action； that was； betting that he did not know was a foolish wager at this point。
She knelt smoothly before the Myrddraal。 〃What would you have me do？〃 Her voice had regained its strength。 A necessary flexibility was not cowardice； those who did not bend for the Great Lord were bent。 Or snapped in two。 〃Should I call you Great Master； or would you prefer another title？ I would not feel fortable addressing even the Great Lord's hand as I would him。〃
Shockingly； the Myrddraal laughed。 It sounded like ice crumbling。 Myrddraal never laughed。 〃You are braver than most。 And wiser。 Shaidar Haran will do for you。 So long as you remember who I am。 So long as you do not let bravery overe your fear too far。〃
As it issued its mands … a visit to this Moridin was first； it seemed； she would need to be on her guard against Moghedien； and perhaps Cyndane also； taking revenge for her brief use of pulsion； she doubted the girl was any more forgiving than the Spider … she decided to keep to herself the letter she had sent to Rodel Ituralde。 Nothing she was told indicated that her actions would be displeasing to the Great Lord； and she still had to consider her own position。 Moridin； whoever he was； might be Nae'blis today； but there was always tomorrow。
Bracing herself against the rocking of Arilyn's coach； Cadsuane moved one of the leather window curtains far enough to see out。 A light rain fell on Cairhien from a gray sky full of blustering clouds and rough； swirling winds。 Not only the sky was full of wind。 Howling gusts rocked the coach more than did its forward motion。 Tiny droplets stung her hand； cold as ice。 If the air cooled a little more； there would be snow。 She drew her woolen cloak closer； she had been pleased to find it； shoved to the bottom of her saddlebags。 The air would cool。
The city's steep slate roofs and stone…paved streets glistened wetly； and though the rain was not hard； few were willing to brave the strong winds。 A woman guiding an ox…cart with taps of a long goad moved as patiently as her ox； but most people afoot clutched cloaks tightly； hoods pulled down； and stepped quickly as the bearers of a sedan chair rushed by； its stiff con fluttering。 Others beside the woman and her ox saw no reason for haste； though。 In the middle of the street a towering Aielman stood gaping at the sky in disbelief while the drizzle soaked him； so absorbed that a daring cutpurse sliced away his belt pouch and darted off unnoticed by his victim。 A woman whose elaborately curled； high…piled hair marked her as noble walked along slowly； her cloak flapping wildly； and its long hood as well。 This might have been the first time ever that she had actually walked in the streets； but she was laughing as the rain slicked her cheeks。 From the doorway of a perfumer's shop； the shopkeeper stared out disconsolately； she would do little business toda
