rj.thepathofdaggers-第86章
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t of the clothes they owned； had begun striking tents and loading wagons automatically as soon as they finished their hasty meal； and were now stumbling about to raise the tents and haul chests out of the wagons。 Animals that had been being harnessed were now being led away by weary horse…handlers who walked with heads down。 Egwene heard a few grumbles from men who failed to notice there were sisters nearby； but the greater number seemed too tired to voice a plaint。
Most of the Aes Sedai whose tents were up had vanished inside； but a good many still directed workers； and others hurried along the sunken paths on errands of their own。 Unlike everyone else； they showed as little outward weariness as the Warders； who somehow managed to appear as if they had had all the sleep they needed for this fine spring day。 Egwene suspected that was a real part of how a sister drew strength from her Warder； quite aside from what she could do with the bond。 When your Warder would not admit to himself that he was cold or tired or hungry； you just had to bear up as well。
On one of the crossing paths； Morvrin appeared； clutching Takima's arm。 Perhaps it was for support； though Morvrin was wide enough to make the shorter woman seem more diminutive than she actually was。 Perhaps it was to keep Takima from escaping； Morvrin was dogged once she set a goal。 Egwene frowned。 Morvrin might well be expected to seek out a Sitter for her Ajah； the Brown； yet Egwene would have thought Janya or Escaralde more likely。 The two passed out of sight behind a canvas…topped wagon on runners； Morvrin bending to talk in her panion's ear。 There was no way to tell whether Takima was paying any mind。
〃Is something the matter； Mother？〃
Egwene put on a smile that felt tight。 〃No more than usual； Sheriam。 No more than usual。〃
At the Amyrlin's Study； Sheriam departed to see to the tasks Egwene had given her； and Egwene went in to find everything in readiness。 She would have been surprised at anything else。 Selame was just setting a tea tray on the writing table。 Brightly colored beadwork ran across the rail…thin woman's bodice and down her sleeves； and with her long nose carried high； she hardly seemed a servant at first glance； but she had seen to what needed doing。 Two braziers full of glowing coals had taken some of the chill off the air； though most of the heat rushed out through the smoke hole。 Dried herbs sprinkled on the coals gave a pleasant scent to the smoke that did not escape； the tray from the night before was gone； and the lantern and tallow candles had been trimmed and lit。 No one was about to leave a tent open enough to let in light from outside。
Siuan was already there； too； with a stack of papers in her hands； a harried expression on her face； and a smudge of ink on her nose。 The post of secretary provided the two of them another reason to be seen talking； and Sheriam had not minded at all giving up the work。 Siuan herself grumbled frequently； however。 For a woman who had seldom left the Tower since entering as a novice； she had a remarkable dislike for staying inside。 At the moment she was the picture of a woman being patient and wanting everyone to know it。
For all her high nose； Selame simpered and bobbed so many curtsies that taking Egwene's cloak and mittens turned into an elaborate little ceremony。 The woman nattered on about the Mother putting her feet up； and perhaps she should fetch the Mother a lap robe； and maybe she should stay in case the Mother wanted anything else； until Egwene practically chased her out。 The tea tasted of mint。 In this weather！ Selame was a trial； and she could hardly be called loyal； but she did try。
There was no time for lounging and sipping tea； though。 Egwene straightened her stole and took her place behind the writing desk； absentmindedly giving a yank to the leg of her chair so it would not fold beneath her as it often did； Siuan perched atop a rickety stool on the other side of the table； and the tea cooled。 They did not speak of plans； or Gareth Bryne； or hopes； what could be done there for now； had been。 Reports and problems piled up when they were on the move and weariness overcame attempts to deal with them； and now that they were stopped； all had to be gone through。 An army ahead did not change that。
At times； Egwene wondered how so much paper could be found when everything else seemed so difficult。 The reports Siuan handed her detailed shortages and little else。 Not simply those Sheriam had mentioned； but coal and nails and iron for the farriers and wheelwrights； leather and oiled thread for the harness…makers； lamp oil and candles and a hundred other things； even soap。 And whatever was not running out was wearing out； from shoes to tents； all listed in Siuan's bold hand； which grew more aggressive the more glaring the need she wrote about。 Her account of the coin remaining looked to have been slashed onto the paper in a positive fury。 And not a thing to be done about it。
Among Siuan's papers were several addresses from Sitters suggesting ways to solve the problem of money。 Or rather； informing Egwene what they intended to lay before the Hall。 There were few advantages to any of the schemes； however； and many pitfalls。 Moria Karentanis proposed stopping the soldiers' pay； a notion Egwene thought the Hall had already realized would cause the army to melt away like dew under a midsummer sun。 Malind Nachenin presented an appeal to nearby nobles that sounded more a demand and might well turn the whole countryside against them； as would Salita Toranes' intention to levy a tax on the towns and villages they passed。
Crumpling the three addresses together in her fist； Egwene shook them at Siuan。 She wished it were three Sitters' throats she was gripping。 〃Do they all think everything has to go the way they wish； and never mind realities？ Light； they're the ones behaving like children！〃
〃The Tower has managed to makes its wishes bee realities often enough；〃 Siuan said placently。 〃Remember； some would say you're ignoring reality； too。〃
Egwene sniffed。 Luckily； whatever the Hall voted； none of the proposals could be carried forward without a decree from her。 Even in her straitened circumstances； she had a little power。 Very little； but that was more than none。 〃Is the Hall always this bad； Siuan？〃
Siuan nodded； shifting slightly to try to find a better balance。 No two of her stool's legs were the same length。 〃But it could be worse。 Remind me to tell you about the Year of the Four Amyrlins； that was about a hundred and fifty years after the founding of Tar Valon。 In those days； the normal workings of the Tower nearly rivaled what's happening today。 Every hand tried to snatch the tiller； if they could。 There were actually two rival Halls of the Tower in Tar Valon for part of that year。 Almost like now。 Just about everyone came to grief in the end； including a few who thought they were going to save the Tower。 Some of them might have； if they hadn't stepped in quicksand。 The Tower survived anyway； of course。 It always does。〃
A great deal of history grew up in over three thousand years； much suppressed； hidden from all but a few eyes； yet Siuan seemed to have every detail at her fingertips。 She must have spent a good part of her years in the Tower burying herself in those secret histories。 Of one thing； Egwene was certain。 She would avoid Shein's fate if she could； but she would not remain as she was； little better off than Cemaile Sorenthaine。 Long before the end of her reign； the most important decision left to Cemaile's discretion was what dress to wear。 She was going to have to ask Siuan to tell her about the Year of the Four Amyrlins； and she did not look forward to it。
The shifting beam of light from the smoke hole in the roof showed morning toward midday； but Siuan's stack of papers seemed hardly diminished。 Any interruption at all would have been wele； even premature discovery。 Well； maybe not that。
〃What's next； Siuan？〃 she growled。
A flicker of movement caught Aran'gar's eye； and she peered through the trees toward the army's camp； an obscuring ring around the tents of the
