rj.eyeoftheworld-第154章
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d turns he had taken along those curving streets。 Poised to run again； he looked back the way he had e。 Only one person moved on the street； a woman walking placidly along with her shopping basket。 Almost everyone in the city was gathered for a glimpse of the false Dragon。 He can't have followed me。 I must have left him behind。
The beggar would not give up； he was sure of it； though he could not say why。 That ragged shape would be working its way through the crowds at that very minute； searching； and if Rand returned to see Logain he ran the risk of a meeting。 For a moment he considered going back to The Queen's Blessing； but he was sure he would never get another chance to see a Queen； and he hoped he would never have another to see a false Dragon。 There seemed to be something cowardly in letting a bent beggar； even a Darkfriend； chase him into hiding。
He looked around； considering。 The way the Inner City was laid out； buildings were kept low； if there were buildings at all； so that someone standing at a particular spot would have nothing to interrupt the planned view。 There had to be places from where he could see the procession pass with the false Dragon。 Even if he could not see the Queen； he could see Logain。 Suddenly determined； he set off。
In the next hour he found several such places； every last one already packed cheek…to…cheek with people avoiding the crush along the procession route。 They were a solid front of white cockades and armbands。 No red at all。 Thinking what the sight of his sword might do in a crowd like that； he slipped away carefully； and quickly。
Shouting floated up from the New City； cries and the blaring of trumpets； the martial beat of drums。 Logain and his escort were already in Caemlyn； already on their way to the Palace。
Dispirited； he wandered the all but empty streets； still halfheartedly hoping to find some way to see Logain。 His eyes fell on the slope； bare of buildings； rising above the street where he was walking。 In a normal spring the slope would be an expanse of flowers and grass； but now it was brown all the way to the high wall along its crest； a wall over which the tops of trees were visible。
This part of the street had not been designed for any grand view； but just ahead； over the rooftops； he could see some of the Palace spires； topped by White Lion banners fluttering in the wind。 He was not sure exactly where the curve of the street ran after it rounded the hill beyond his sight； but he suddenly had a thought about that hilltop wall。
The drums and trumpets were drawing nearer； the shouting growing louder。 Anxiously he scrambled up the slope。 It was not meant to be climbed； but he dug his boots into the dead sod and pulled himself up using leafless shrubs as handholds。 Panting as much with desire as effort； he scrambled the last yards to the wall。 It reared above him； easily twice his height and more。 The air thundered with the drumbeat； rang with trumpet blasts。
The face of the wall had been left much in the natural state of the stone； the huge blocks fitted together so well that the joins were nearly invisible； the roughness making it seem almost a natural cliff。 Rand grinned。 The cliffs just beyond the Sand Hills were higher； and even Perrin had climbed those。 His hands sought rocky knobs； his booted feet found ridges。 The drums raced him as he climbed。 He refused to let them win。 He would reach the top before they reached the Palace。 In his haste； the stone tore his hands and scraped his knees through his breeches； but he flung his arms over the top and heaved himself up with a sense of victory。
Hastily he twisted himself around to a seat on the flat； narrow top of the wall。 The leafy branches of a towering tree stuck out over his head； but he had no thought for that。 He looked across tiled rooftops； but from the wall his line of sight was clear。 He leaned out； just a little； and could see the Palace gate； and the Queen's Guards drawn up there； and the expectant crowd。 Expectant。 Their shouts drowned out by the thunder of drums and trumpets； but waiting still。 He grinned。 I won。
Even as he settled in place； the first part of the procession rounded the final curve before the Palace。 Twenty ranks of trumpeters came first； splitting the air with peal after triumphant peal； a fanfare of victory。 Behind them； as many drummers thundered。 Then came the banners of Caemlyn； white lions on red； borne by mounted men； followed by the soldiers of Caemlyn； rank on rank on rank of horsemen； armor gleaming； lances proudly held； crimson pennants fluttering。 Treble rows of pikemen and archers flanked them； and came on and on after the horsemen began passing between the waiting Guards and through the Palace gates。
The last of the foot soldiers rounded the curve； and behind them was a massive wagon。 Sixteen horses pulled it in hitches of four。 In the center of its flat bed was a large cage of iron bars； and on each corner of the wagonbed sat two women； watching the cage as intently as if the procession and the crowd did not exist。 Aes Sedai； he was certain。 Between the wagon and the footmen； and to either side； rode a dozen Warders； their cloaks swirling and tangling the eye。 If the Aes Sedai ignored the crowd； the Warders scanned it as if there were no other guards but they。
With all of that； it was the man in the cage who caught and held Rand's eyes。 He was not close enough to see Logain's face； as he had wanted to； but suddenly he thought he was as close as he cared for。 The false Dragon was a tall man； with long； dark hair curling around his broad shoulders。 He held himself upright against the sway of the wagon with one hand on the bars over his head。 His clothes seemed ordinary； a cloak and coat and breeches that would not have caused ment in any farming village。 But the way he wore them。 The way he held himself。 Logain was a king in every inch of him。 The cage might as well not have been there。 He held himself erect； head high； and looked over the crowd as if they had e to do him honor。 And wherever his gaze swept； there the people fell silent； staring back in awe。 When Logain's eyes left them； they screamed with redoubled fury as if to make up for their silence； but it made no difference in the way the man stood； or in the silence that passed along with him。 As the wagon rolled through the Palace gates； he turned to look back at the assembled masses。 They howled at him； beyond words； a wave of sheer animal hate and fear； and Logain threw back his head and laughed as the Palace swallowed him。
Other contingents followed behind the wagons； with banners representing more who had fought and defeated the false Dragon。 The Golden Bees of Illian； the three White Crescents of Tear； the Rising Sun of Cairhien； others； many others； of nations and of cities； and of great men with their own trumpets； their own drums to thunder their grandeur。 It was anticlimactic after Logain。
Rand leaned out a bit further to try to catch one last sight of the caged man。 He was defeated； wasn't he？ Light； he wouldn't be in a bloody cage if he wasn't defeated。
Overbalanced； he slipped and grabbed at the top of the wall； pulled himself back to a somewhat safer seat。 With Logain gone； he became aware of the burning in his hands； where the stone had scraped his palms and fingers。 Yet he could not shake free of the images。 The cage and the Aes Sedai。 Logain； undefeated。 No matter the cage； that had not been a defeated man。 He shivered and rubbed his stinging hands on his thighs。
〃Why were the Aes Sedai watching him？〃 he wondered aloud。
〃They're keeping him from touching the True Source； silly。〃
He jerked to look up； toward the girl's voice； and suddenly his precarious seat was gone。 He had only time to realize that he was toppling backward； falling； when something struck his head and a laughing Logain chased him into spinning darkness。
Chapter 40
The Web Tightens
It seemed to Rand that he was sitting at table with Logain and Moiraine。 The Aes Sedai and the false Dragon sat watching him silently； as if neither knew the other was there。 Abruptly he realized the walls of the room w
