rj.eyeoftheworld-第140章
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needed no second urging。 The roar of a small riot followed them down the street。
Several times men approached the two of them instead of the other way around。 Their dusty clothes marked them as newers； and seemed to act like a magnet on some types。 Furtive fellows who offered relics of Logain for sale with darting eyes and feet set to run。 Rand calculated he was offered enough scraps of the false Dragon's cloak and fragments of his sword to make two swords and half a dozen cloaks。 Mat's face brightened with interest； the first time at least； but Rand gave them all a curt no； and they took it with a bob of the head and a quick； 〃Light illumine the Queen； good master；〃 and vanished。 Most of the shops had plates and cups painted with fanciful scenes purporting to show the false Dragon being displayed before the Queen in chains。 And there were Whitecloaks in the streets。 Each walked in an open space that moved with him； just as in Baerlon。
Staying unnoticed was something Rand thought about a great deal。 He kept his cloak over his sword； but that would not be good enough for very long。 Sooner or later someone would wonder what he was hiding。 He would not … could not … take Bunt's advice to stop wearing it； not his link to Tam。 To his father。
Many others among the throng wore swords； but none with the heron…mark to pull the eye。 All the Caemlyn men； though； and some of the strangers； had their swords wound in strips of cloth； sheath and hilt； red bound with white cord； or white bound with red。 A hundred heron…marks could be hidden under those wrappings and no one would see。 Besides； following local fashion would make them seem to fit in more。
A good many shops were fronted with tables displaying the cloth and cord； and Rand stopped at one。 The red cloth was cheaper than the white； though he could see no difference apart from the color； so he bought that and the white cord to go with it； despite Mat's plaints about how little money they had left。 The tight…lipped shopkeeper eyed them up and down with a twist to his mouth while he took Rand's coppers； and cursed them when Rand asked for a place inside to wrap his sword。
〃We didn't e to see Logain；〃 Rand said patiently。 〃We just came to see Caemlyn。〃 He remembered Bunt； and added； 〃The grandest city in the world。〃 The shopkeeper's grimace remained in place。 〃The Light illumine good Queen Morgase；〃 Rand said hopefully。
〃You make any trouble；〃 the man said sourly； 〃and there's a hundred men in sound of my voice will take care of you even if the Guards won't。〃 He paused to spit； just missing Rand's foot。 〃Get on about your filthy business。 〃
Rand nodded as if the man had bid him a cheerful farewell； and pulled Mat away。 Mat kept looking back over his shoulder toward the shop； growling to himself； until Rand tugged him into an empty alleyway。 With their backs to the street no passerby could see what they were doing。 Rand pulled off the sword belt and set to wrapping the sheath and hilt。
〃I'll bet he charged you double for that bloody cloth；〃 Mat said。 〃Triple。〃
It was not as easy as it looked； fastening the strips of cloth and the cord so the whole thing would not fall off。
〃They'll all be trying to cheat us； Rand。 They think we've e to see the false Dragon； like everybody else。 We'll be lucky if somebody doesn't hit us on the head while we sleep。 This is no place to be。 There are too many people。 Let's leave for Tar Valon now。 Or south； to Illian。 I wouldn't mind seeing them gather for the Hunt of the Horn。 If we can't go home； let's just go。〃
〃I'm staying；〃 Rand said。 〃If they're not here already； they'll e here sooner or later； looking for us。〃
He was not sure if he had the wrappings done the way everyone else did； but the herons on scabbard and hilt were hidden and he thought it was secure。 As he went back out on the street； he was sure that he had one less thing to worry about causing trouble。 Mat trailed along beside him as reluctantly as if he were being pulled on a leash。
Bit by bit Rand did get the directions he wanted。 At first they were vague； on the order of 〃somewhere in that direction〃 and 〃over that way。〃 The nearer they came； though； the clearer the instructions； until at last they stood before a broad stone building with a sign over the door creaking in the wind。 A man kneeling before a woman with red…gold hair and a crown； one of her hands resting on his bowed head。 The Queen's Blessing。
〃Are you sure about this？〃 Mat asked。
〃Of course；〃 Rand said。 He took a deep breath and pushed open the door。
The mon room was large and paneled with dark wood； and fires on two hearths warmed it。 A serving maid was sweeping the floor； though it was clean； and another was polishing candlesticks in the corner。 Each smiled at the two newers before going back to her work。
Only a few tables had people at them； but a dozen men was a crowd for so early in the day； and if none looked exactly happy to see him and Mat； at least they looked clean and sober。 The smells of roasting beef and baking bread drifted from the kitchen； making Rand's mouth water。
The innkeeper was fat； he was pleased to see； a pink…faced man in a starched white apron； with graying hair bed back over a bald spot that it did not quite cover。 His sharp eye took them in from head to toe； dusty clothes and bundles and worn boots； but he had a ready； pleasant smile； too。 Basel Gill was his name。
〃Master Gill；〃 Rand said； 〃a friend of ours told us to e here。 Thom Merrilin。 He … 〃 The innkeeper's smile slipped。 Rand looked at Mat； but he was too busy sniffing the aromas ing from the kitchen to notice anything else。 〃Is something wrong？ You do know him？〃
〃I know him；〃 Gill said curtly。 He seemed more interested in the flute case at Rand's side now； than in anything else。 〃e with me。〃 He jerked his head toward the back。 Rand gave Mat a jerk to get him started； then followed； wondering what was going on。
In the kitchen； Master Gill paused to speak to the cook； a round woman with her hair in a bun at the back of her head who almost matched the innkeeper pound for pound。 She kept stirring her pots while Master Gill talked。 The smells were so good … two days' hunger made a fine sauce for anything； but this smelled as good as Mistress al'Vere's kitchen … that Rand's stomach growled。 Mat was leaning toward the pots； nose first。 Rand nudged him； Mat hastily wiped his chin where he had begun drooling。
Then the innkeeper was hurrying them out the back door。 In the stableyard he looked around to make sure no one was close； then rounded on them。 On Rand。 〃What's in the case； lad？〃
〃Thom's flute；〃 Rand said slowly。 He opened the case； as if showing the gold…and…silver…chased flute would help。 Mat's hand crept under his coat。
Master Gill did not take his eyes off Rand。 〃Aye； I recognize it。 I saw him play it often enough； and there's not likely two like that outside a royal court。〃 The pleasant smiles were gone； and his sharp eyes were suddenly as sharp as a knife。 〃How did you e by it？ Thom would part with his arm as soon as that flute。〃
〃He gave it to me。〃 Rand took Thom's bundled cloak from his back and set it on the ground； unfolding enough to show the colored patches； as well as the end of the harp case。 〃Thom's dead； Master Gill。 If he was your friend； I'm sorry。 He was mine； too。〃
〃Dead； you say。 How？〃
〃A 。。。 a man tried to kill us。 Thom pushed this at me and told us to run。〃 The patches fluttered in the wind like butterflies。 Rand's throat caught； he folded the cloak carefully back up again。 〃We'd have been killed if it hadn't been for him。 We were on our way to Caemlyn together。 He told us to e here； to your inn。 〃
〃I'll believe he's dead；〃 the innkeeper said slowly； 〃when I see his corpse。〃 He nudged the bundled cloak with his toe and cleared his throat roughly。 〃Nay； nay； I believe you saw whatever it was you saw； I just don't believe he's dead。 He's a harder man to kill than you might believe； is old Thom Merrilin。〃
Rand put a hand on Mat's shoulder。 〃It's all right； Mat。 He's a friend。〃
Master Gill glanced
