rj.thepathofdaggers-第72部分
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…mirror and a real armchair； plus four large chests stacked atop one another。 Those held the constant flow of clothes from Sitters who had not yet realized that however young Egwene might be； she was not young enough to be dazzled or diverted by silks and laces。 Halima lay curled up； watching in the darkness； while Egwene hastily dragged an ivory b through her hair； donned stout mittens； and pulled a fox…lined cloak over her nightgown。 A thick woolen nightgown； and she would not have minded thicker in this weather。 Halima's eyes seemed to pick up the faint moonlight and shine darkly； unblinking。
Egwene did not think the woman jealous of her place near the Amyrlin Seat； casual as it was； and the Light knew she did not carry gossip； but Halima had an innocent curiosity about everything； whether or not it was any of her business。 Reason enough to hear Siuan out elsewhere。 Everyone knew now that Siuan had thrown in her lot with Egwene； after a fashion； as they thought； sullenly and grudgingly。 A figure of some amusement and occasional pity； Siuan Sanche； reduced to attaching herself to the woman who held the title once hers； and that woman no more than a puppet once the Hall finished fighting over who would pull her cords。 Siuan was human enough to harbor sparks of resentment； but so far they had managed to keep secret that her advice was far from grudging。 So she endured pity and snickers as best she could； and everyone believed her as changed by her experiences as her face。 That belief had to be maintained； or Romanda and Lelaine and very likely the rest of the Hall； too； would find ways to separate her … and her advice … from Egwene。
The cold outside slapped Egwene in the face and flooded under her cloak； her nightgown might as well have been Halima's for all the protection it offered。 Despite stout leather and good wool； her feet felt as if they were bare。 Tendrils of frosty air curled around her ears； mocking the thick fur lining her hood。 Yearning for her bed as she was； ignoring the iciness took all the concentration she could muster。 Clouds scudded across the sky； and moon…shadows floated over the gleaming white that covered the ground； a smooth sheet broken by the dark mounds of tents and the taller shapes of canvas…topped wagons that now had long wooden runners in place of wheels。 Many of the wagons were no longer parked apart from the tents； but left where they had been unloaded； no one had the heart to make the wagon drivers put out even that much extra effort at the end of the day。 Nothing moved except those pale sliding shadows。 The wide runnels that had been trampled through the camp for paths lay empty。 The silence was crisp and so deep that she almost regretted breaking it。
〃What is it？〃 she asked softly； casting a wary glance at the small tent nearby shared by her maids； Chesa； Meri； and Selame。 That was as still and dark as the others。 Exhaustion made as thick a blanket over the camp as the snow。 〃Not another revelation like the Kin； I hope。〃 She clicked her tongue in vexation。 She was spent； too； by long freezing days in the saddle and not enough real sleep； or she would not have said that。 〃I'm sorry； Siuan。〃
〃No need to apologize； Mother。〃 Siuan kept her voice down as well； and glanced about to see whether anyone might be watching from the shadows besides。 Neither wanted to find herself discussing the Kin with the Hall。 〃I know I should have told you beforehand； but it seemed a small thing。 I never expected those girls to even speak to one of them。 There's so much to tell you。 I have to try to pick and choose what's important。〃
With an effort； Egwene managed not to sigh。 That was almost word for word the apology Siuan had offered before。 Several times。 What she meant was that she was trying to force…feed Egwene over twenty years of experience as Aes Sedai； more than ten of that as Amyrlin； and do it in months。 At times Egwene felt like a goose being fattened for market。 〃Well； what's important tonight？〃
〃Gareth Bryne's waiting in your study。〃 Siuan did not raise her voice； but it took on an edge； as always when she spoke of Lord Bryne。 She tossed her head angrily inside the deep hood of her cloak； and made a sound like a cat spitting。 〃The man came in dripping snow； scooped me out of my bedding； and barely gave me time to dress before hauling me up behind his saddle。 He told me nothing； just tossed me down at the edge of camp and sent me to fetch you like I was a serving girl！〃
Firmly； Egwene stifled a rising hope。 There had been too many disappointments； and whatever had brought Bryne in the middle of the night was much more likely to be a potential disaster than what she wished for。 How far yet to the border with Andor？ 〃Let's see what he wants。〃
Starting off toward the tent everyone named the Amyrlin's Study； she held her cloak close。 She did not shiver； but refusing to let heat or cold touch you did not make them go away。 You could ignore them right up to the moment sunstroke cooked your brain or frostbite rotted your hands and feet。 She considered what Siuan had said。
〃You weren't sleeping in your own tent here？〃 she said carefully。 The other woman's relation to Lord Bryne was that of a servant； in a very peculiar way； but Egwene hoped Siuan was not letting her stubborn pride lead her into letting him take advantage。 She could not imagine it； of him or her； yet not so long ago she could not have imagined Siuan accepting any part of the situation。 She still could not understand why。
Snorting loudly； Siuan kicked her skirts； and nearly fell as her shoes skidded。 Snow beaten down by countless feet had quickly bee a rough sheet of ice。 Egwene was picking her own way cautiously。 Every day brought broken bones that travel…weary sisters had to Heal。 Half abandoning her cloak； she offered an arm as much for the support she might receive as give。 Siuan took it； muttering。
〃By the time I finished cleaning the man's spare boots and second saddle； it was too late to tramp back through this。 Not that he offered more than blankets in a corner； not Gareth Bryne！ Made me dig them out of the chest myself； while he went off the Light knows where！ Men are a trial； and that one the worst！〃 Without a pause for breath； she changed the subject。 〃You shouldn't let that Halima sleep in your tent。 She's another pair of ears you have to be careful of； and snoopy with it。 Besides； you're lucky you don't walk in to find her entertaining some soldier。〃
〃I am very glad that Delana can spare Halima nights；〃 Egwene said firmly。 〃I need her。 Unless you think Nisao's Healing might do better with my headaches a second time around。〃 Halima's fingers seemed to draw the pain out through her scalp； without that； she would not be able to sleep at all。 Nisao's effort had had no effect whatsoever； and she was the only Yellow Egwene dared approach with the problem。 As for the rest。。。 She made her voice sterner still。 〃I am surprised you're still listening to that gossip； daughter。 The fact that men like looking at a woman doesn't mean she invites it； as you should know well。 I've seen more than a few looking at you and grinning。〃 Taking that tone came easier than it once had。
Siuan gave her a startled sidelong glance and； after a moment； grumbled an apology。 It might have been sincere。 Egwene accepted it； either way。 Lord Bryne was very bad for Siuan's temper； and tossing Halima into the bargain； Egwene thought it a good job she was not pushed into taking a stricter stance。 Siuan herself had said that she should not put up with nonsense； and she surely could not afford to put up with it from Siuan； of all people。
Trudging arm…in…arm； they went on in silence； the cold fogging their breath and seeping through their flesh。 The snow was a curse and a lesson。 She could still hear Siuan going on about what she called the Law of Unintended Consequences； stronger than any written law。 Whether or not what you do has the effect you want； it will have three at least you never expected； and one of those usually unpleasant。
The first； feeble rains had brought astonishment； for all Egwene had already informed the Hall that the Bowl of the Winds had been found and used。 That was almost as much as she could risk letting them know of what Elayne had told her in Tel'aran'rhiod； too much of what had happened in Ebou Dar was just the thing to cut her feet out from under her here； and her position was precarious enough as it was。 An explosion of joy erupted at those first sprinkles。 They had halted the march at midday； and there had been bonfires and feasting in the drizzle； prayers of thanksgiving among the sisters and dancing among the servants and the soldiers。 For that matter； some of the Aes Sedai had danced； too。
A few days later； the soft rains became downpours； and then howling tempests。 The temperature slid downward； plummeted； and tempests became blizzards。 Now； the distance once covered in a day； with Egwene gritting her teeth over how slowly they moved； took five when the sky held only clouds； and when the snows fell； they did not move at all。 Easy enough to think of three unintended consequences； or more； and the snow might well be the least
