rj.thepathofdaggers-第4部分
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Two great hulking Aielmen； each an axe handle wide across the shoulders； sat right outside the tent； seemingly absorbed in a game of cat's cradle； but they had looked around immediately when her head appeared through the tentflaps。 Coram had risen like a serpent uncoiling for all of his size； and Mendan waited only to tuck the string away。 Had she been standing straight； her head barely would have reached the chest of either。 She could have turned them both upside down and paddled them； of course。 Had she dared。 She had been tempted from time to time。 They were her assigned guides； her protection against misunderstandings in the camp。 And doubtless they reported everything she said or did。 In some ways she would have preferred to have Tomas with her； but only some。 Keeping secrets from your Warder was far more difficult than keeping them from strangers。
〃Please tell Colinda that I'm done with Turanna Norill；〃 she told Coram； 〃and ask her to send Katerine Alruddin to me。〃 She wanted to deal first with the sisters who had no Warders。 He nodded once before trotting off without speaking。 These Aielmen were not much for civility。
Mendan settled into a crouch； watching her with startlingly blue eyes。 One of them stayed with her no matter what she said。 A strip of red cloth was tied around Mendan's temples and marked with the ancient symbol of Aes Sedai。 Like the other men who wore that； like the Maidens； he seemed to be waiting for her to make a mistake。 Well； they were not the first； and a great way from the most dangerous。 Seventy…one years had passed since she had last made a serious mistake。
She gave Mendan a deliberately vague smile and started to pull back into the tent； when suddenly something caught her eye and held her like a vise。 If the Aielman had tried to cut her throat right then； she might not have noticed。
Not far from where she stood stooped over in the mouth of the tent； nine or ten women knelt in a row； rolling the grindstones on flat stone handmills much like those on any isolated farms。 Other women brought grain in baskets and took away the coarse flour。 The nine or ten women knelt in dark skirts and pale blouses； folded scarves holding their hair back。 One； noticeably shorter than the rest； the only one with hair that did not hang to her waist or below； wore not even a single necklace or bracelet。 She glanced up； the resentment on her sun…pinkened face sharpening as she met Venn's gaze。 Only for an instant； though； before she cringed hurriedly to her task。
Verin jerked back into the tent； her stomach roiling queasily。 Irgain was Green Ajah。 Or rather； had been Green； before Rand al'Thor stilled her。 Being shielded dulled and fuzzed the bond to your Warder； but being stilled snapped it as surely as death。 One of Irgain's two apparently had fallen over dead from the shock； and the other had died trying to kill thousands of Aiel without making any effort to escape。 Very likely Irgain wished she also were dead。 Stilled。 Verin pressed both hands to her middle。 She would not sick up。 She had seen worse than a stilled woman。 Much worse。
〃There's no hope； is there？〃 Turanna muttered in a thick voice。 She wept silently； staring into the silver cup in her trembling hands at something distant and horrifying。 〃No hope。〃
〃There is always a way if you only look for it；〃 Verin said； absently patting the woman's shoulder。 〃You must always look。〃
Her thoughts raced； and none touched Turanna。 Irgain's stilling made her belly feel full of rancid grease； the Light knew。 But what was the woman doing grinding grain？ And dressed like the Aiel women！ Had she been put to work just there so Verin could see？ Foolish question； even with a ta'veren as strong as Rand al'Thor only a few miles away； there was some limit to the number of coincidences she would accept。 Had she miscalculated？ At worst； it could not be a large error。 Only； small mistakes sometimes proved as fatal as large。 How long could she hold out if Sorilea decided to break her？ A distressingly short time； she suspected。 In some ways； Sorilea was as hard as anyone she had ever met。 And not a thing she could say that would stop it。 A worry for another day。 There was no point getting ahead of herself。
Kneeling； she put a little effort into forting Turanna； but not too much。 Soothing words that sounded as hollow to her as they did to Turanna； judging by the bleakness in her eyes。 Nothing could change Turanna's circumstances except Turanna； and that had to e from within herself。 The White sister just wept harder； making no sound as her shoulders shook； tears streaming down her face。 The entry of two Wise Ones and a pair of young Aielmen who could not straighten up inside the tent was something of a relief。 For Verin； anyway。 She rose and curtsied smoothly； but none of them had any interest in her。
Daviena was a green…eyed woman with yellow…red hair； Losaine gray…eyed with dark hair that only showed glints of red in the sun； both head…and…shoulders taller than she； both wearing the expressions of women given a grimy task they wished on someone else。 Neither could channel strongly enough to have any certainty of holding Turanna by herself； but they linked as though they had been forming circles all their lives； the light of saidar around one seeming to blend with that around the other despite the fact that they stood apart。 Verin forced her face into a smile to keep from frowning。 Where had they learned that？ She would have wagered all she possessed that they had not known how only a few days ago。
Everything went quickly then； and smoothly。 As the crouching men lifted Turanna to her feet by the arms； she let the silver cup fall。 Empty； luckily for her。 She did not struggle； which was just as well； considering that either could have carried her off under one arm like a sack of grain； but her mouth hung open； emitting a wordless keening。 The Aiel paid no heed。 Daviena； focusing the circle； assumed the shield； and Verin let go of the Source pletely。 None of them trusted her enough to let her hold saidar without a known reason； no matter what oaths she had sworn。 Neither appeared to notice； but they surely would have had she held on。 The men hauled Turanna away； her bare feet dragging across the layered carpets that floored the tent； and the Wise Ones followed them out。 And that was that。 What could be done with Turanna had been done。
Letting out a long breath； Verin sagged onto one of the bright； tasseled cushions。 A fine golden ropework tray sat on the carpets next to her。 Filling one of the mismatched silver cups from a pewter pitcher； she drank deeply。 This was thirsty work； and tiring。 Hours of daylight remained； yet she felt as if she had carried a heavy chest twenty miles。 Over hills。 The cup went back onto the tray； and she pulled the small； leather…bound notebook from behind her belt。 It always took a little time for them to fetch those she asked for。 A few moments to peruse her notes … and make some … would not be amiss。
There was no need for notes about the captives； but the sudden appearance of Cadsuane Melaidhrin； three days ago now； gave cause for concern。 What was Cadsuane after？ The woman's panions could be dismissed； but Cadsuane herself was a legend； and even the believable parts of the legend made her very dangerous indeed。 Dangerous and unpredictable。 She took a pen from the small wooden writing case she always carried； reached toward the stoppered inkbottle in its scabbard。 And another Wise One entered the tent。
Verin scrambled to her feet so quickly that she dropped her notebook。 Aeron could not channel at all； yet Verin made a much deeper curtsy for the graying woman than she had for Daviena and Losaine。 At the bottom of her dip； she let go of her skirts to reach for her book； but Aeron's fingers reached it first。 Verin straightened； calmly watching the taller woman thumb through the pages。
Sky blue eyes met hers。 A winter sky。 〃Some pretty drawings and a great deal about plants and flowers；〃 Aeron said coldly。 〃I see nothing concerning the questions you were sent to ask。〃 She thrust the book at Verin more than handed it to her。
〃Thank you； Wise One；〃 Verin said meekly； tucking the book back safely behind her belt。 She even added another curtsy for good measure； just as deep as the first。 〃I have the habit of noting down what I see。〃 One day she would have to write out the cipher she used in her notebooks … a lifetime's worth of them filled cupboards and chests in her rooms above the White Tower library … one day； but she hoped not soon。 〃As for the。。。 um。。。 prisoners； so far they all say variations of the same thing。 The Car'a'carn was to be housed in the Tower until the Last Battle。 His。。。 um。。。 mistreatment。。。 began because of an escape attempt。 But you know that already； of course。 Never fear； though； I'm sure I will learn more。〃 All true； if not all of the truth； she had seen too many sisters die to risk sending others to the grave without a very good reason。 The trouble was deciding what might cause that risk。 The manner of young al'Thor's kidnapping； by an embassy supposedly treating with him； enraged the Aiel to the point of murder； y
