rj.thepathofdaggers-第96章
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
； he must have seemed as casual as before … but his voice dropped to a whisper。 〃I have had approaches from King Roedran about the Band。 It seems he has hopes of being Murandy's first real king。 He wants to hire us。 I would not have considered it； normally； but there is never enough coin； and with this。。。 this feel of Mat needing us。。。 It might be better if we remain in Murandy。 Clear as good glass； you are where you want to be and have everything in hand。〃
He fell silent as a young serving woman curtsied to offer mulled wine。 She wore finely embroidered green wool and a cloak plush with spotted rabbit。 Other servants from the camp were helping out now； as well； no doubt for something to do besides stand and shiver。 The young woman's round face was decidedly pinched from the cold。
Talmanes waved her off and pulled his cloak back around him； but Egwene took a silver cup to gain a moment for thought。 Truly there was little need for the Band any longer。 Despite all the muttering； the sisters took their presence as a matter of course now； Dragonsworn or not； they no longer feared an attack； and there had been no real need to use the Band's presence to prod them into moving since leaving Salidar。 The only true purpose Shen an Calhar served now was to draw recruits into Bryne's army； men who thought two armies meant a battle and wanted to be on the side with the greatest numbers。 She had no need of them； but Talmanes had acted as a friend。 And she was Amyrlin。 Sometimes friendship and responsibility pushed in the same direction。
As the serving woman moved off； Egwene laid a hand on Talmanes' arm。 〃You must not do that。 Even the Band can't conquer all of Murandy by itself； and every hand will be against you。 You know very well the one thing that makes Murandians stand together is foreigners on their soil。 Follow us to Tar Valon； Talmanes。 Mat will e there； I have no doubt of that。〃 Mat would not really believe she was the Amyrlin until he saw her wearing the stole in the White Tower。
〃Roedran is no fool；〃 he said placidly。 〃All he wants us to do is sit and wait； a foreign army … without Aes Sedai … and nobody knowing what it is up to。 He should not have much trouble uniting the nobles against us。 Then； so he says； we quietly slip across the border。 He thinks he can hold on to them afterward。〃
She could not stop a touch of heat entering her voice。 〃And what is to stop him betraying you？ If the threat goes away without a fight； his dream of a united Murandy might； too。〃 The fool man seemed amused！
〃I am not a fool either。 Roedran cannot be ready before spring。 This lot would never have stirred from their manors if the Andorans had not e south； and they were on the march before the snows began。 Before then； Mat will find us。 If he is ing north； he must hear of us。 Roedran will have to be satisfied with whatever he has managed by then。 So if Mat does intend to go to Tar Valon； I may see you there yet。〃
Egwene made a vexed sound。 It was a remarkable plan； the sort of thing Siuan might devise； and hardly a scheme she thought Roedran Almaric do Arreloa a'Naloy could carry off。 The fellow was said to be so dissolute he made Mat look wholesome。 But then； it was hardly a scheme she would have believed Roedran could think up。 The only certainty was that Talmanes had made up his mind。
〃I want your word； Talmanes； that you won't let Roedran pull you into a war。〃 Responsibility。 The narrow stole around her neck seemed to weigh ten times more than her cloak。 〃If he moves sooner than you think； you will leave whether or not Mat has joined you。〃
〃I wish I could promise； but it is not possible；〃 he protested。 〃I expect the first raid against my foragers three days at most after I start moving away from Lord Bryne's army。 Every lordling and farmer will think he can pick up a few horses in the night； give me a pinprick； and run off to hide。〃
〃I'm not talking about defending yourself； and you know it；〃 she said firmly。 〃Your word； Talmanes。 Or I will not allow your agreement with Roedran。〃 The only way to stop it was to betray it； but she would not leave a war in her wake； a war she had started by bringing Talmanes here。
Staring at her as if for the first time； he finally bent his head。 Strangely； that seemed more formal than his bow had。 〃It will be as you say； Mother。 Tell me； are you sure you are not ta'veren； too？〃
〃I am the Amyrlin Seat；〃 she replied。 〃That is quite enough for anyone。〃 She touched his arm again。 〃The Light shine on you； Talmanes。〃 His smile nearly touched his eyes this time。
Inevitably； despite their whispers； their talk had been noticed。 Maybe because of their whispers。 The girl who claimed to be Amyrlin； a rebel against the White Tower； in conversation with the leader of ten thousand Dragonsworn。 Had she made Talmanes' scheme with Roedran harder； or easier？ Was war in Murandy less likely； or more？ Siuan and her bloody Law of Unintended Consequences！ Fifty gazes followed her； then darted away； as she moved through the crowd warming her fingers on her cup。 Well； most darted away。 The Sitters' faces were all ageless Aes Sedai serenity； but Lelaine might have been a brown…eyed crow watching a fish struggle in the shallows； while Romanda's slightly darker eyes could have drilled holes through iron。
Trying to keep a watch on the sun outside； she made a slow circuit through the pavilion。 The nobles were still importuning Sitters； but they moved from one to another as if seeking better answers； and she began to notice small things。 Donel paused on his way from Janya to Moria； bowing low to Aemlyn； who acknowledged him with a gracious nod。 Cian； turning away from Takima； curtsied deeply to Pelivar and received a slight bow in return。 There were others； always a Murandian deferring to an Andoran who responded just as formally。 The Andorans tried to ignore Bryne except for the odd scowl； but any number of Murandians sought him out； one by one and well away from everyone else； and from the directions their eyes went； it was plain they were discussing Pelivar； or Arathelle； or Aemlyn。 Perhaps Talmanes had been right。
She received bows and curtsies； too； though none so deep as those given Arathelle and Pelivar and Aemlyn； much less the Sitters。 Half a dozen women told her how thankful they were that matters had been resolved peacefully； though in truth； almost as many made nonmittal noises or shrugged uneasily when she expressed the same sentiment； as though they were uncertain it all would end peacefully。 Her assurances that it would were met with a fervent 〃The Light send it so！〃 or a resigned 〃If the Light wills。〃 Four called her Mother； one without hesitating first。 Three others said that she was quite lovely； that she had beautiful eyes； and that she had a graceful carriage； in that order； suitable pliments perhaps for Egwene's age but not her station。
At least she found one unalloyed pleasure。 Segan was not alone in being intrigued by her announcement concerning the novice book。 Plainly that was why most of the women spoke to her in the first place。 After all； the other sisters might be in rebellion against the Tower； but she claimed to be the Amyrlin Seat。 Their interest had to be strong to overe that； though no one wanted to let it show。 Arathelle made the inquiry with a frown that put more creases in her cheeks。 Aemlyn shook her graying head at the answer。 Blocky Cian asked； followed by a sharp…faced Andoran lady named Negara； then a pretty； big…eyed Murandian called Jennet； and others。 None wanted to know for herself … several made that clear quickly； especially the younger women … but before long； every single noblewoman there had asked； and several servants as well； under cover of offering more spiced wine。 One； a wiry woman named Nildra； had e from the Aes Sedai camp。
Egwene felt quite pleased with the seed she had planted there。 She was not so pleased with the men。 A few spoke to her； but only when they came face…to…face and seemed to have no other choice。 A murmured word about the weather； either praising the end of the drought or deploring the sudden snows； a muttered hope that the bandit problem would
