rj.thepathofdaggers-第55部分
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prised Faile that the Aes Sedai fell in with her plan without knowing what it was … without doubt Annoura had her own reasons； and Faile would have given a pretty to know what they were … but she felt no surprise that Berelain did so。 One casual mocking sentence could spoil everything； especially about Perrin's skill in the Great Game； yet she was sure it would not e。 In a way； that irritated her。 Once she had despised Berelain； she still hated her； deep and hot； but grudging respect had replaced contempt。 The woman knew when their 〃game〃 had to be put aside。 If not for Perrin； Faile thought she might actually have liked her！ Briefly； to extinguish that hateful thought； she pictured herself shaving Berelain bald。 She was a jade and a trull！ And not something Faile could allow to divert her now。
Alliandre studied each of the women in front of her in turn； but she gave no evidence of nervousness。 Taking up her winecup again； she sipped casually and spoke with sighs and rueful smiles as if her words were not really as important as they sounded。 〃I mean to keep my oath； of course； but you must understand that I hoped for more。 Once your husband goes； I am left as I was。 Worse； perhaps； until some tangible aid es from the Lord Dragon； blessed be his name in the Light。 The Prophet could ruin Bethal or even Jehannah itself as he did Samara； and I cannot stop him。 And if he somehow learns of my oath。。。 He says he has e to show us how to serve the Lord Dragon in the Light； but he is the one who shows that way； and I cannot think he will be pleased with anyone who finds another。〃
〃It is good that you will keep your oath；〃 Faile told her dryly。 〃If you want more of my husband； perhaps you should do more。 Perhaps you should acpany him when he goes south to meet the Prophet。 Of course； you will want your own soldiers with you； but I suggest no more than the First has with her。 Shall we sit？〃 Taking the chair Perrin had vacated； she motioned Berelain and Annoura to those on either side； and only then gestured toward another for Alliandre。
The Queen sat slowly； staring wide…eyed at Faile； not nervous but astounded。 〃Why in the Light would I do that？〃 she exclaimed。 〃Lady Faile； the Children of the Light will take any excuse to increase their depredations in Ghealdan； and King Ailron might decide to send an army north as well。 It's impossible！〃
〃The wife of your liege lord asks it of you； Alliandre；〃 Faile said firmly。
It did seem possible that Alliandre's eyes could widen further； yet they did。 She looked to Annoura and found only imperturbable Aes Sedai calm looking back。 〃Of course；〃 she said after a moment。 Her voice was hollow。 Swallowing； she added； 〃Of course； I will do as you。。。 ask。。。 my Lady。〃
Faile hid her relief behind a gracious nod of acceptance。 She had expected Alliandre to balk。 That Alliandre could swear fealty without realizing what that meant … that she felt it necessary to say that she intended to keep her oath！ … had only confirmed Faile's belief that the woman could not be left behind。 By all accounts； Alliandre had dealt with Masema by yielding to him。 Slowly； to be sure； with little other choice and only when she had to； yet submission could bee a habit。 Back in Bethal； with nothing visible changed； how soon before she would decide to hedge with a warning to Masema？ She had felt the weight of her oath； now Faile could lighten her burden。
〃I am happy that you will be acpanying us；〃 she said warmly。 And truly； she was。 〃My husband does not forget those who render him service。 One such service would be to write to your nobles； telling them that a man in the south has raised the banner of Manetheren。〃 Berelain's head half jerked around in surprise； and Annoura went so far as to blink。
〃My Lady；〃 Alliandre said urgently； 〃half of them will send word to the Prophet as soon as they receive my letter。 They are terrified of him； and the Light alone knows what he might do。〃 Just the response Faile had hoped for。
〃Which is why you will write him also； saying that you have gathered a few soldiers to deal with this man personally。 After all； the Prophet of the Lord Dragon is too important to have to turn his attention to such a minor matter。〃
〃Very good；〃 Annoura murmured。 〃No one will know who is who。〃
Berelain laughed in delighted approval； burn her！
〃My Lady；〃 Alliandre breathed； 〃I said that my Lord Perrin is formidable。 May I add that his wife is every bit as formidable？〃
Faile tried not to bask too visibly。 Now she had to send word to her people in Bethal。 In a way； she regretted that。 Explaining to Perrin would have been more than difficult； but even he could not have kept his temper if she had kidnapped the Queen of Ghealdan。
Most of the Winged Guards appeared to be gathered on the edge of their camp； surrounding ten of their number on horseback。 The absence of lances said the riders were scouts。 The men afoot milled and pushed； trying to get closer。 Perrin thought he heard thunder again； not so distant； but it only touched the edge of awareness。
As he prepared to push his way through； Gallenne roared； 〃Make way； you mangy hounds！〃 Heads whipped around； and men wriggled sideways in the mass； opening a narrow path。 Perrin wondered what would happen if he called the Two Rivers men mangy hounds。 Probably earn him a punch in the nose。 It might be worth a try。
Nurelle and the other officers were with the scouts。 So were seven men afoot with their hands tied behind them and lead ropes around their necks； all shuffling their feet and hunching their shoulders and scowling defiance or fear or both。 Their clothes were stiff with old filth； though some had been fine once。 Strangely； they smelled heavily of woodsmoke。 For that matter； some of the mounted soldiers had soot on their faces； and one or two seemed to be nursing burns。 Aram stood studying the prisoners； frowning slightly。
Gallenne took a stance with his feet apart and fists on his hips； his one eye doing as good a job of glaring as most men's two。 〃What happened？〃 he demanded。 〃My scouts are supposed to bring back information； not ragpickers！〃
〃I will let Ortis report； my Lord；〃 Nurelle said。 〃He was there。 Squadman Ortis！〃
A soldier in his middle years scrambled down from his saddle to bow； gauntleted hand pressed to heart。 His helmet was plain； without the thin plumes and wings that were worked in the sides of officers' helmets。 Beneath the rim； a livid burn stood out plainly on his face。 The other cheek had a scar that pulled up the corner of his mouth。 〃My Lord Gallenne； my Lord Aybara；〃 he said in a gravelly voice。 〃We came on these turnip…eaters about two leagues to the west； my Lords。 Burning a farm； with the farm folk inside。 A woman tried to get out a window； and one of these scum bashed her head in。 Knowing how Lord Aybara feels； we put a stop to it。 We were too late to save anybody； but we caught these seven。 The rest got away。〃
〃People are often tempted to slide back into the Shadow；〃 one of the prisoners said suddenly。 〃They must be reminded of the cost。〃 A tall； lean man with a stately air； his voice was smooth and educated； but his coat was as dirty as any of the others； and he had not shaved in two or three days。 The Prophet did not seem to approve of wasting time on things like razors。 Or washing。 With his hands bound and a rope around his neck； he glared at his captors without the least bit of fear。 He was all supercilious defiance。 〃Your soldiers do not impress me；〃 he said。 〃The Prophet of the Lord Dragon； blessed be his name in the Light； has destroyed greater armies by far than your tag end。 You may kill us； but we will be avenged when the Prophet spills your blood on the ground。 None of you will survive us long。 He will triumph in fire and in blood。〃 He finished on a ringing tone； his back straight as an iron rod。 Murmurs ran through the listening soldiers。 They knew very well that Masema had destroyed larger armies than theirs。
〃Hang them；〃 Perrin said。 Again； he heard that thunder。
Having given the order； he made himself watch。 Despite the murmurs； there was no lack of ready hands。 Some of the prisoners began to weep as their lead ropes were thrown over tree limbs。 A once…fat man whose wattles hung in folds shouted that he repented； that he would serve any master they named。 A bald…headed fellow who looked as tough as Lamgwin thrashed and screamed until the rope cut off his howls。 Only the smooth…voiced man did not kick or fight； even when the noose drew tight on his neck。 To the end he glared defiance。
〃At least one of them knew how to die；〃 Gallenne growled as the last body went limp。 He frowned at the men decorating the trees as if regretting they had not put up more fight。
〃If those people were serving the Shadow；〃 Aram began； then hesitated。 〃Forgive me； Lord Perrin； but will the Lord Dragon approve of this？〃
Perrin gave a start and stared at him； aghast。 〃Light； Aram； you heard what they did！ Rand would've put the ropes on their necks himself！〃 He thought Rand would have； hoped he would have。 Rand was fixed on welding the nations together before the
