rj.thepathofdaggers-第32部分
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ed at so many visitors arriving at dark； but tell him you're guests of the girl who cried over the redbird with the broken wing； he'll remember that。 I will be along as soon as I can。〃
〃Elayne；〃 Aviendha began in a surprisingly anxious voice； and at the same time； Nynaeve said sharply； 〃Just what do you think you're … 〃
There was only one way to stop it。 Elayne plucked one of the discernible threads free of the weave； it wavered and flailed like a living tentacle； it fuzzed and spluttered； tiny fluffs of saidar breaking off and fading away。 She had not noticed that when Aviendha unmade her weave； but she had only seen the tail of that； really。 〃Go on；〃 she told Nynaeve。 〃I'll wait for the rest until you are all out of sight。〃 Nynaeve stared out； her jaw hanging。 〃It has to be done；〃 Elayne sighed。 〃The Seanchan will be at the farm in hours； for sure。 Even if they wait until tomorrow； what if one of the damane has the Talent to read residues？ Nynaeve； I won't give Traveling to the Seanchan。 I won't！〃
Nynaeve growled something under her breath about the Seanchan that must have been particularly pithy； judging by her tone。 〃Well； I won't let you burn yourself out！〃 she said aloud。 〃Now； put that back！ Before the whole thing explodes the way Vandene said。 You could kill all of us！〃
〃It cannot be put back；〃 Aviendha said； laying a hand on Nynaeve's arm。 〃She has begun； and now she must finish。 You must do as she says； Nynaeve。〃
Nynaeve's brows drew down。 〃Must〃 was a word she did not like hearing one bit； not applied to her。 She was not a fool； though； so after a bit of glaring … at Elayne； at the gateway； at Aviendha； at the world in general … she flung her arms around Elayne in a hug that made her ribs creak。
〃You be careful； you hear me；〃 she whispered。 〃If you get yourself killed； I swear I'll skin you alive！〃 In spite of everything； Elayne burst out laughing。 Nynaeve snorted； pushing her out to arm's length by her shoulders。 〃You know what I mean；〃 she grumbled。 〃And don't think I don't mean it； because I do！ I do；〃 she added in a softer voice。 〃You take care。〃
It took Nynaeve a moment to gather herself； blinking and pulling her blue riding gloves tight。 There seemed to be a hint of moisture in her eyes； though that could not have been； Nynaeve made other people cry； she did not cry herself。 〃Well； then；〃 she said loudly。 〃Alise； if you don't have everyone ready yet … 〃 Turning； she cut off with a strangled croak。
Those who were supposed to be mounted were； even the Atha'an Miere。 The Warders were all gathered around the other sisters； Lan and Birgitte had returned； and Birgitte watched Elayne worriedly。 The servants had the pack animals in a line； and the Kinswomen were waiting patiently； most afoot except for the Knitting Circle。 A number of horses that could have been used for riding were loaded with sacks of food and bundles of belongings。 Women who had brought more than Alise allowed … none of them Kin … carried their bundles on their own backs。 The slender noble with the scar was bent at an awkward angle beneath hers； and glaring at anyone but Alise。 Every woman who could channel was staring at the gateway。 And every woman who had been there to hear Vandene tell of the dangers watched that one whipping filament as she would have a red adder。
It was Alise herself who brought Nynaeve her horse。 And straightened the blue…plumed hat as Nynaeve put a foot in the stirrup。 Nynaeve turned the plump mare north with Lan riding Mandarb at her side and a look of utter mortification on her face。 Why she did not just set Alise down； Elayne did not understand。 To hear Nynaeve tell it； she had been putting women older than herself in their place since she was little more than a girl。 And she was Aes Sedai； now； after all； that should carry mountains of weight with any Kinswoman。
As the column began to wend its way toward the hills； Elayne looked at Aviendha and Birgitte。 Aviendha simply stood there with her arms folded beneath her breasts； she had the woman…wrapped…in…her…own…hair angreal clutched in one hand。 Birgitte took Lioness's reins from Elayne； adding them to those of her own horse and Aviendha's； then walked over to a small boulder twenty paces away and sat down。
〃You two must；〃 Elayne began； then coughed when Aviendha's eyebrows shot up in surprise。 Sending Aviendha out of danger was impossible without shaming her。 Perhaps impossible altogether。 〃I want you to go with the others；〃 she told Birgitte。 〃And take Lioness。 Aviendha and I can take turns riding her gelding。 I'd like a walk before bedtime。〃
〃If you ever treat a man half as well as you do that horse；〃 Birgitte said dryly； 〃he'll be yours for life。 I think I'll just sit awhile； I've ridden long enough today。 I'm not at your beck and call all the time。 We can play that game in front of the sisters and the other Warders； to spare your blushes； but you and I know better。〃 Despite the mocking words； what Elayne felt from her was affection。 No； stronger than affection。 Her own eyes stung suddenly。 Her death would hurt Birgitte to the bone … the Warder bond made that certain … but it was friendship that made her stay now。
〃I am thankful to have two friends such as you；〃 she said simply。 Birgitte grinned at her as if she had said something silly。
Aviendha； however； blushed furiously and stared at Birgitte； wide…eyed and flustered； as though the Warder's presence were to blame for her fiery cheeks。 Hurriedly she shifted her gaze to the people still short of the first hill； perhaps half a mile distant。 〃Best to wait until they are out of sight；〃 she said； 〃but you cannot wait too long。 Once you have started the unweaving； the flows begin to grow。。。 slick。。。 after a time。 Letting one slip free before it is out of the weave is the same as letting go of the weave； it will fall into whatever it wishes； then。 But you must not hurry； either。 Each thread must be pulled free as far as it will go。 The more that e loose； the easier others will be to see； but you must always pick the thread that is easiest to see。〃 Smiling warmly； she pressed her fingers firmly against Elayne's cheek。 〃You will do well； if you are careful。〃
It did not sound that difficult。 She just had to be careful。 It seemed to take a long time for the last woman to vanish over the hill； the slender noble bent under the bulk of her dresses。 The sun barely appeared to settle any at all； but it seemed like hours。 What did Aviendha mean precisely by 〃slick〃？ She could not explain beyond variations on the word； they became difficult to hold； that was all。
Elayne found out as soon as she began again。 〃Slick〃 was what you would get if you coated a live eel with grease。 She gritted her teeth just holding on to that first thread； and that was on top of trying to pull it free。 All that stopped her from gasping in relief when the thread of Air began whipping about； finally loose； was that there were more to go。 If they became much more 〃slick；〃 she was not sure she could manage it。 Aviendha watched closely； but did not say another word； though she always had an encouraging smile when Elayne needed one。 Elayne could not see Birgitte … she did not dare look away from her work … yet she could feel her； a small knot of rock…solid confidence in her own head； enough confidence to fill her。
Sweat slid down her face； down her back and belly； until she began to feel 〃slick〃 herself。 A bath tonight would be most wele。 No； she could not think of that。 All attention on the weaves。 They were getting harder to handle； quivering in her grip as soon as she touched one； but they still came free； and every time one thread began to lash about； another seemed to leap out of the mass； to suddenly be clearly perceptible where there had only been solid saidar before。 To her eye the gateway resembled some monstrous； distorted hundred…heads on the bottom of a pond； surrounded by flailing tendrils； every one thickly haired with threads of the Power that grew and writhed and vanished only to be replaced by new。 The opening visible to anyone flexed along its edges； changing shape and even size continuously。 Her legs began to tremble； strain stung her eyes as much as sweat did。 She did not know how much longer she could go on。 Gritting her teeth； she fought。 One thread at a time。 One thread at a time。
A thousand miles away； less than a hundred paces away through the shuddering gateway； dozens of soldiers swept around the white farm buildings； short men carrying crossbows； in brown breastplates and painted helmets that looked like the heads of huge insects。 Behind them came a woman with red panels bearing silver lightning on her skirts； a bracelet on her wrist linked by a silvery leash to the collar around the neck of a woman in gray； and then another sul'dam and her damane； then another pair。 One of the sul'dam pointed at the gateway； and the glow of saidar abruptly enveloped her sul'dam。
〃Get down！〃 Elayne screamed； falling backward； out of sight of the farmyard； and silver…blue lightning shot through the gateway with a roar that filled her ears； forking savagely in every direction。 Her hair lifted； every strand trying t
