rj.eyeoftheworld-第82章
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blue…green water flowed by。 Empty。 Empty of anything。 Scattered clumps of evergreens； willows and firs； dotted the far bank； and there seemed to be fewer trees altogether than on her side。 If Moiraine or any of the younglings were over there； they were well hidden。 Of course； there was no reason they had to have crossed； or tried to cross； in sight of where she was。 They could be anywhere ten miles upriver or down。 If they're alive at all； after last night。
Angry with herself for thinking of the possibility； she slid back down into the hollow。 Not even Winternight； or the battle before Shadar Logoth； had prepared her for last night； for that thing； Mashadar。 All that frantic galloping； wondering if anyone else was still alive； wondering when she was going to e face…to…face with a Fade； or Trollocs。 She had heard Trollocs growling and shouting in the distance； and the quivering shrieks of Trolloc horns had chilled her deeper than the wind ever could； but aside from that first encounter in the ruins she saw Trollocs only once； and that once she was outside。 Ten or so of them seemed to spring out of the ground not thirty spans in front of her； bounding toward her on the instant； howling and shouting； brandishing hooked catchpoles。 Yet as she pulled her horse around； they fell silent； lifting muzzles to sniff at the air。 She watched； too astonished to run； as they turned their backs and vanished into the night。 And that had been the most frightening of all。
〃They know the smell of who they want；〃 she told her horse； standing in the hollow； 〃and it is not me。 The Aes Sedai is right； it seems； the Shepherd of the Night swallow her up。〃
Reaching a decision； she set out downriver； leading her horse。 She moved slowly； keeping a wary watch on the forest around her； just because the Trollocs had not wanted her last night did not mean they would let her go if she stumbled on them again。 As much attention as she gave the woods； she gave even more to the ground in front of her。 If the others had crossed below her during the night； she should see some signs of them； signs she might miss from horseback。 She might even e on them all still on this side。 If she found neither； the river would take her to Whitebridge eventually； and there was a road from Whitebridge to Caemlyn； and all the way to Tar Valon if need be。
The prospect was almost enough to daunt her。 Before this she had been no further from Emond's Field than had the boys。 Taren Ferry had seemed strange to her； Baerlon would have had her staring in wonder if she had not been so set on finding Egwene and the others。 But she allowed none of that to weaken her resolve。 Sooner or later she would find Egwene and the boys。 Or find a way to make the Aes Sedai answer for whatever had happened to them。 One or the other； she vowed。
At intervals she found tracks； plenty of them； but usually her best efforts could not say whether those who made them had been searching or chasing or pursued。 Some had been made by boots that could have belonged to humans or Trollocs either one。 Others were hoofprints； like goats or oxen； those were Trollocs for sure。 But never a clear sign that she could definitely say came from any of those she sought。
She had covered perhaps four miles when the wind brought her a whiff of woodsmoke。 It came from further downriver； and not too far； she thought。 She hesitated only a moment before tying her horse to a fir tree； well back from the river in a small； thick stand of evergreens that should keep the animal hidden。 The smoke could mean Trollocs； but the only way to find out was to look。 She tried not to think about the use Trollocs might be making of a fire。
Crouching； she slipped from tree to tree； mentally cursing the skirts she had to hold up out of the way。 Dresses were not made for stalking。 The sound of a horse slowed her； and when she finally peered cautiously around the trunk of an ash； the Warder was dismounting from his black warhorse in a small clearing on the bank。 The Aes Sedai sat on a log beside a small fire where a kettle of water was just ing to a boil。 Her white mare browsed behind her among sparse weeds。 Nynaeve remained where she was。
〃They are all gone；〃 Lan announced grimly。 〃Four Halfmen started south about two hours before dawn； as near as I can tell … they don't leave much trace behind … but the Trollocs have vanished。 Even the corpses； and Trollocs are not known for carrying off their dead。 Unless they're hungry。〃
Moiraine tossed a handful of something into the boiling water and moved the kettle from the fire。 〃One could always hope they had gone back into Shadar Logoth and been consumed by it； but that would be too much to wish for。〃
The delicious odor of tea drifted to Nynaeve。 Light； don't let my stomach grumble。
〃There was no clear sign of the boys； or any of the others。 The tracks are too muddled to tell anything。〃 In her concealment； Nynaeve smiled； the Warder's failure was a slight vindication of her own。 〃But this other is important； Moiraine；〃 Lan went on； frowning。 He waved away the Aes Sedai's offer of tea and began marching up and down in front of the fire； one hand on his sword hilt and his cloak changing colors as he turned。 〃I could accept Trollocs in the Two Rivers； even a hundred Trollocs。 But this？ There must have been almost a thousand in the hunt for us yesterday。〃
〃We were very lucky that not all stayed to search Shadar Logoth。 The Myrddraal must have doubted we would hide there； but they also feared to return to Shayol Ghul leaving even the slightest chance uncovered。 The Dark One was never a lenient master。〃
〃Don't try to evade it。 You know what I am saying。 If those thousand were here to be sent into the Two Rivers； why were they not？ There is only one answer。 They were sent only after we crossed the Taren； when it was known that one Myrddraal and a hundred Trollocs were no longer enough。 How？ How were they sent？ If a thousand Trollocs can be brought so far south from the Blight； so quickly； unseen … not to mention being taken off the same way … can ten thousand be sent into the heart of Saldaea； or Arafel； or Shienar？ The Borderlands could be overrun in a year。〃
〃The whole world will be overrun in five if we do not find those boys；〃 Moiraine said simply。 〃The question worries me； also； but I have no answers。 The Ways are closed； and there has not been an Aes Sedai powerful enough to Travel since the Time of Madness。 Unless one of the Forsaken is loose … the Light send it is not so； yet or ever … there is still no one who can。 In any case； I do not think all the Forsaken together could move a thousand Trollocs。 Let us deal with the problems that face us here and now； everything else must wait。〃
〃The boys。〃 It was not a question。
〃I have not been idle while you were away。 One is across the river； and alive。 As for the others； there was a faint trace downriver； but it faded away as I found it。 The bond had been broken for hours before I began my search。〃
Crouched behind her tree； Nynaeve frowned in puzzlement。
Lan stopped his pacing。 〃You think the Halfmen heading south have them？〃
〃Perhaps。〃 Moiraine poured herself a cup of tea before going on。 〃But I will not admit the possibility of them being dead。 I cannot。 I dare not。 You know how much is at stake。 I must have those young men。 That Shayol Ghul will hunt them； I expect。 Opposition from within the White Tower； even from the Amyrlin Seat； I accept。 There are always Aes Sedai who will accept only one solution。 But 。。。 〃 Suddenly she put her cup down and sat up straight； grimacing。 〃If you watch the wolf too hard；〃 she muttered； 〃a mouse will bite you on the ankle。〃 And she looked right at the tree behind which Nynaeve was hiding。 〃Mistress al'Meara； you may e out now； if you wish。〃
Nynaeve scrambled to her feet； hastily dusting dead leaves from her dress。 Lan had spun to face the tree as soon as Moiraine's eyes moved； his sword was in his hand before she finished speaking Nynaeve's name。 Now he sheathed it again with more force than was strictly necessary。 His face was almost as expressionless as ever； but Nynaeve thought th
