rj.thepathofdaggers-第3部分
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ance； I'm sure； they appeared as surprised as I was。 Once they learned what I was doing … I still don't know how they did； but they did … once they learned； I was sure they'd go scurrying to find Memara。〃 Her brows furrowed in a momentary glare。 Elaida had miscalculated badly in sending a sister to try bullying Tenobia。 〃Instead；〃 she finished； 〃Illeisien and the rest were more intent on secrecy than I。〃
〃Even so；〃 Ethenielle insisted。 〃Thirteen sisters。 All that is needed is for one of them to find some way to send a message。 A few lines。 A soldier or a maid intimidated。 Does any of you think you can stop them？〃
〃The dice are out of the cup；〃 Paitar said simply。 What was done； was done。 Arafellin were almost as odd as Saldaeans； in Ethenielle's book。
〃Further south；〃 Easar added； 〃it may be well to have thirteen Aes Sedai with us。〃 That brought a silence while the implications hung in the air。 No one wanted to voice them。 This was far different from facing the Blight。
Tenobia gave a sudden； shocking laugh。 Her gelding tried to dance； but she settled him。 〃I mean to press south as fast as I can； but I invite you all to dine with me in my camp tonight。 You can speak with Illeisien and her friends； and see whether your judgment matches mine。 Perhaps tomorrow night we can all gather in Paitar's camp and question his Coladara's friends。〃 The suggestion was so sensible； so obviously necessary； that it brought instant agreement。 And then Tenobia added； as if an afterthought； 〃My uncle Kalyan would be honored if you allowed him to sit beside you tonight； Ethenielle。 He admires you greatly。〃
Ethenielle glanced toward Kalyan Ramsin … the fellow had sat his horse silently behind Tenobia； never speaking； hardly seeming to breathe … she merely glanced at him； and for an instant that grizzled eagle unhooded his eyes。 For an instant； she saw something she had not seen since her Brys died； a man looking not at a queen； but at a woman。 The shock of it was a blow taking her breath。 Tenobia's eyes darted from her uncle to Ethenielle； her tiny smile quite satisfied。
Outrage flared in Ethenielle。 That smile made it all clear as spring water； if Kalyan's eyes had not。 This chit of a girl thought to marry off this fellow to her？ This child presumed to。。。？ Suddenly； ruefulness replaced fury。 She herself had been younger when she arranged her widowed sister Nazelle's wedding。 A matter of state； yet Nazelle had e to love Lord Ismic despite all her protests in the beginning。 Ethenielle had been arranging others' marriages for so long that she had never considered that her own would make a very strong tie。 She looked at Kalyan again； a longer look。 His leathery face was all proper respect once more； yet she saw his eyes as they had been。 Any consort she chose would have to be a hard man； but she had always demanded a chance of love for her children's marriages； if not her siblings'； and she would do no less for herself。
〃Instead of wasting daylight on chatter；〃 she said； more breathless than she could have wished； 〃let us do what we came for。〃 The Light sear her soul； she was a woman grown； not a girl meeting a prospective suitor for the first time。 〃Well？〃 she demanded。 This time； her tone was suitably firm。
All of their agreements had been made in those careful letters； and all of their plans would have to be modified as they moved south and circumstances changed。 This meeting had only one real purpose； a simple and ancient ceremony of the Borderlands that had been recorded only seven times in all the years since the Breaking。 A simple ceremony that would mit them beyond anything words could do； however strong。 The rulers moved their horses closer while the others drew back。
Ethenielle hissed as her belt knife slashed across her left palm。 Tenobia laughed at cutting hers。 Paitar and Easar might as well have been plucking splinters。 Four hands reached out and met； gripped； heart's blood mingling； dripping to the ground； soaking into the stony dirt。 〃We are one； to the death；〃 Easar said； and they all spoke with him。 〃We are one； to the death。〃 By blood and soil； they were mitted。 Now they had to find Rand al'Thor。 And do what needed to be done。 Whatever the price。
Once she was sure that Turanna could sit up on the cushion unaided； Verin rose and left the slumped White sister sipping water。 Trying to sip； anyway。 Turanna's teeth chattered on the silver cup； which was no surprise。 The tent's entryway stood low enough that Verin had to duck in order to put her head out。 Weariness augered into her back when she bent。 She had no fear of the woman shivering behind her in a coarse black woolen robe。 Verin held the shield on her tight； and she doubted Turanna possessed enough strength in her legs at the moment to contemplate leaping on her from behind； even if such an incredible thought occurred to her。 Whites just did not think that way。 For that matter； in Turanna's condition； it was doubtful she would be able to channel a hair for several hours yet； even if she were not shielded。
The Aiel camp covered the hills that hid Cairhien； low earth…colored tents filling the space between the few trees left standing this close to the city。 Faint clouds of dust hung in the air； but neither dust nor heat nor the glare of an angry sun bothered the Aiel at all。 Bustle and purpose filled the camp to equal any city。 Within her sight were men butchering game and patching tents； sharpening knives and making the soft boots they all wore； women cooking over open fires； baking； working small looms； looking after some of the few children in the camp。 Everywhere white…robed gai'shain darted about carrying burdens； or stood beating rugs； or tended packhorses and mules。 No hawkers or shopkeepers。 Or carts and carriages； of course。 A city？ It was more like a thousand villages gathered in one spot； though men greatly outnumbered women and； except for the blacksmiths making their anvils ring； nearly every man not in white carried weapons。 Most of the women did； as well。
The numbers certainly equaled one of the great cities'； more than enough to envelope a few Aes Sedai prisoners pletely； yet Verin saw a black…robed woman plodding away not fifty paces off； struggling to pull a waist…high pile of rocks behind her on a cowhide。 The deep cowl hid her face； but no one in the camp except the captive sisters wore those black robes。 A Wise One strolled along close to the hide； glowing with the Power as she shielded the prisoner； while a pair of Maidens flanked the sister； using switches to urge her on whenever she faltered。 Verin wondered whether she had been meant to see。 That very morning she had passed a wild…eyed Coiren Saeldain； sweat streaming down her face； with a Wise One and two tall Aielmen for escort and a large basket heaped with sand bending her back as she staggered up a slope。 Yesterday it had been Sarene Nemdahl。 They had set her moving handfuls of water from one hide bucket to another beside it； switched her to move faster； then switched her for every drop spilled when the water spilled because they were switching her to move faster。 Sarene had stolen a moment to ask Verin why； though not as if she expected any answer。 Verin certainly had not been able to supply one before the Maidens drove Sarene back to her useless labor。
She suppressed a sigh。 For one thing； she could not truly like seeing sisters treated so； whatever the reasons or need； and for another； it was obvious that a fair number of the Wise Ones wanted。。。 What？ For her to know that being Aes Sedai counted for nothing here？ Ridiculous。 That had been made abundantly clear days ago。 Perhaps that she could be put into a black robe； too？ For the time she thought she was safe from that； at least； but the Wise Ones hid a number of secrets she had yet to puzzle out； the smallest of them how their hierarchy worked。 Very much the smallest； yet life and a whole skin lay wrapped inside that one。 Women who gave mands sometimes took them from the very women they had been manding earlier； and then later it was turned about again； all without rhyme or reason that she could see。 No one ever ordered Sorilea； though； and in that might lie safety。 Of a sort。
She could not help a surge of satisfaction。 Early this morning in the Sun Palace； Sorilea had demanded to know what shamed wetlanders most。 Kiruna and the other sisters did not understand； they made no real efforts to see what was happening out here； perhaps fearing what they might learn； fearing the strains knowledge might put on their oaths。 They still struggled to justify taking the path fate had pushed them down； but Verin already had reasons for the path she followed； and purpose。 She also had a list in her pouch； ready to hand to Sorilea when they were alone。 No need to let the others know。 Some of the captives she had never met； but she thought that for most women； that list summed up the weaknesses Sorilea was seeking。 Life was going to grow much more difficult for the women in black。 And her own efforts would be aided no end； with luck。
Two great hulking Aielmen； each an axe handle wide across the shoulders； sat right outside the tent； seemingly absorbed
