rj.eyeoftheworld-第106章
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hat she wore all the time。 Worried frowns now replaced the smiles Ila had worn when she first noticed her grandson's interest in Egwene。 Perrin resolved to keep a close eye on young Master Aram。
Once he managed to get Egwene alone； beside a wagon painted in green and yellow。 〃Enjoying yourself； aren't you？〃 he said。
〃Why shouldn't I？〃 She fingered the blue beads around her neck； smiling at them。 〃We don't all have to work at being miserable； the way you do。 Don't we deserve a little chance to enjoy ourselves？〃
Aram stood not far off … he never got far from Egwene … with his arms folded across his chest； a little smile on his face； half smugness and half challenge。 Perrin lowered his voice。 〃I thought you wanted to get to Tar Valon。 You won't learn to be an Aes Sedai here。 〃
Egwene tossed her head。 〃And I thought you didn't like me wanting to bee an Aes Sedai； 〃 she said； too sweetly。
〃Blood and ashes； do you believe we're safe here？ Are these people safe with us here？ A Fade could find us anytime。〃
Her hand trembled on the beads。 She lowered it and took a deep breath。 〃Whatever is going to happen will happen whether we leave today or next week。 That's what I believe now。 Enjoy yourself； Perrin。 It might be the last chance we have。〃
She brushed his cheek sadly with her fingers。 Then Aram held out his hand to her； and she darted to him； already laughing again。 As they ran away to where fiddles sang； Aram flashed a triumphant grin over his shoulder at Perrin as if to say； she is not yours； but she will be mine。
They were all falling too much under the spell of the People； Perrin thought。 Elyas is right。 They don't have to try to convert you to the Way of the Leaf。 It seeps into you。
Ila had taken one look at him huddling out of the wind； then produced a thick wool cloak out of her wagon； a dark green cloak； he was pleased to see； after all the reds and yellows。 As he swung it round his shoulders； thinking what a wonder it was that the cloak was big enough for him； Ila said primly； 〃It could fit better。〃 She glanced at the axe at his belt； and when she looked up at him her eyes were sad above her smile。 〃It could fit much better。 〃
All the Tinkers did that。 Their smiles never slipped； there was never any hesitation in their invitations to join them for a drink or to listen to the music； but their eyes always touched the axe； and he could feel what they thought。 A tool of violence。 There is never any excuse for violence to another human being。 The Way of the Leaf。
Sometimes he wanted to shout at them。 There were Trollocs in the world； and Fades。 There were those who would cut down every leaf。 The Dark One was out there； and the Way of the Leaf would burn in Ba'alzamon's eyes。 Stubbornly he continued to wear the axe。 He took to keeping his cloak thrown back； even when it was windy； so the half…moon blade was never hidden。 Now and again Elyas looked quizzically at the weapon hanging heavy at his side and grinned at him； those yellow eyes seeming to read his mind。 That almost made him cover the axe。 Almost。
If the Tuatha'an camp was a source of constant irritation； at least his dreams were normal there。 Sometimes he woke up sweating from a dream of Trollocs and Fades storming into the camp； rainbow…colored wagons turning to bonfires from hurled torches； people falling in pools of blood； men and women and children who ran and screamed and died but made no effort to defend themselves against slashing scythe…like swords。 Night after night he bolted upright in the dark； panting and reaching for his axe before he realized the wagons were not in flames； that no bloody…muzzled shapes snarled over torn and twisted bodies littering the ground。 But those were ordinary nightmares； and oddly forting in their way。 If there was ever a place for the Dark One to be in his dreams； it was in those； but he was not。 No Ba'alzamon。 Just ordinary nightmares。
He was aware of the wolves； though； when he was awake。 They kept their distance from the camps； and from the caravan on the move； but he always knew where they were。 He could feel their contempt for the dogs guarding the Tuatha'an。 Noisy beasts who had forgotten what their jaws were for； had forgotten the taste of warm blood； they might frighten humans； but they would slink away on their bellies if the pack ever came。 Each day his awareness was sharper； more clear。
Dapple grew more impatient with every sunset。 That Elyas wanted to do this thing of taking the humans south made it worth doing； but if it must be done； then let it be done。 Let this slow travel end。 Wolves were meant to roam； and she did not like being away from the pack so long。 Impatience burned in Wind； too。 Hunting was worse than poor here； and he despised living on field mice； something for cubs to stalk while learning to hunt； fit food for the old； no longer able to pull down a deer or hamstring a wild ox。 Sometimes Wind thought that Burn had been right； leave human troubles to humans。 But he was wary of such thoughts when Dapple was around； and even more so around Hopper。 Hopper was a scarred and grizzled fighter； impassive with the knowledge of years； with guile that more than made up for anything of which age might have robbed him。 For humans he cared nothing； but Dapple wished this thing done； and Hopper would wait as she waited and run as she ran。 Wolf or man； bull or bear； whatever challenged Dapple would find Hopper's jaws waiting to send him to the long sleep。 That was the whole of life for Hopper； and that kept Wind cautious； and Dapple seemed to ignore the thoughts of both。
All of it was clear in Perrin's mind。 Fervently he wished for Caemlyn； for Moiraine and Tar Valon。 Even if there were no answers； there could be an end to it。 Elyas looked at him； and he was sure the yellow…eyed man knew。 Please； let there be an end。
The dream began more pleasantly than most he had of late。 He was at Alsbet Luhhan's kitchen table； sharpening his axe with a stone。 Mistress Luhhan never allowed forge work； or anything that smacked of it； to be brought into the house。 Master Luhhan even had to take her knives outside to sharpen them。 But she tended her cooking and never said a word about the axe。 She did not even say anything when a wolf entered from deeper in the house and curled up between Perrin and the door to the yard。 Perrin went on sharpening； it would be time to use it； soon。
Abruptly the wolf rose； rumbling deep in its throat； the thick ruff of fur on its neck rising。 Ba'alzamon stepped into the kitchen from the yard。 Mistress Luhhan went on with her cooking。
Perrin scrambled to his feet； raising the axe； but Ba'alzamon ignored the weapon； concentrating on the wolf； instead。 Flames danced where his eyes should be。 〃Is this what you have to protect you？ Well； I have faced this before。 Many times before。〃
He crooked a finger； and the wolf howled as fire burst out of its eyes and ears and mouth； out of its skin。 The stench of burning meat and hair filled the kitchen。 Alsbet Luhhan lifted the lid on a pot and stirred with a wooden spoon。
Perrin dropped the axe and jumped forward； trying to beat out the flames with his hands。 The wolf crumpled to black ash between his palms。 Staring at the shapeless pile of char on Mistress Luhhan's clean…swept floor； he backed away。 He wished he could wipe the greasy soot from his hands； but the thought of scrubbing it off on his clothes turned his stomach。 He snatched up the axe； gripping the haft until his knuckles cracked。
〃Leave me alone！〃 he shouted。 Mistress Luhhan tapped the spoon on the rim of the pot and replaced the lid； humming to herself。
〃You cannot run from me；〃 Ba'alzamon said。 〃You cannot hide from me。 If you are the one； you are mine。〃 The heat from the fires of his face forced Perrin across the kitchen until his back came up against the wall。 Mistress Luhhan opened the oven to check her bread。 〃The Eye of the World will consume you；〃 Ba'alzamon said。 〃I mark you mine！〃 He flung out his clenched hand as if throwing something； when his fingers opened； a raven streaked at Perrin's face。
Perrin screamed as the black
