rj.thepathofdaggers-第92部分
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and incessantly through the first day's march。 Loudest of all was a slim lady with a thin scar on one cheek； a stern…faced woman named Malien； who was nearly bent double under the weight of a huge bundle containing a dozen or more dresses and all the changes that went with them。
When they made camp that first night； with their cook fires glowing in the twilight and everyone full of beans and bread if not entirely satisfied with them； Malien gathered the noblewomen around her； their silks more than travel…stained。 The craftswomen joined in； too； and the banker； and the farmers stood close。 Before Malien could say a word； Reanne strode into the group。 Her face full of smile lines； in plain brown woolens with her skirts sewn up on the left to expose bright layered petticoats； she might have been one of the farm women。
〃If you wish to go home；〃 she announced in that surprisingly high voice； 〃you may do so at any time。 I regret that we must keep your horses； though。 You will be paid for them as soon as can be arranged。 If you choose to remain； please remember that the rules of the farm still apply。〃 A number of the women around her gaped。 Malien was not alone in opening her mouth angrily。
Alise just seemed to appear at Reanne's side； fists planted on her hips。 She was not smiling now。 〃I said the last ten to be ready would do the washing up；〃 she told them firmly。 And she named them off； Jillien； a plump goldsmith； Naiselle； the cool…eyed banker； and all eight of the nobles。 They stood staring at her until she clapped her hands and said； 〃Don't make me invoke the rule on failure to do your share of the chores。〃
Malien； wide…eyed and muttering in disbelief； was the last to dart off and begin gathering dirty bowls； but the next morning she pared her bundle down； leaving lace…trimmed silk dresses and shifts to be trampled on the hillside as they departed。 Elayne continued to expect an explosion； but Reanne kept a firm hand on them； Alise kept a firmer； and if Malien and the others glared and muttered over the grease stains that grew on their clothes day by day； Reanne had only to speak a few words to send them to their work。 Alise only had to clap her hands。
If the rest of the journey could have gone as smoothly； Elayne would have been willing to join those women in their greasy labors。 Long before reaching Caemlyn； she knew that for a fact。
Once they reached the first narrow dusty road； little more than cart track； farms began to appear； thatched stone houses and barns clinging to the hillsides or nestled in hollows。 From then on； whether the land was hilly or flat； forested or cleared； they rarely spent many hours beyond sight of a farm or a village。 At each of those； while the local folk goggled at the very strange strangers； Elayne tried to learn how much support House Trakand had； and what concerned the people most。 Addressing those concerns would be important in making her claim to the throne strong enough to stand； as important as the backing of other Houses。 She heard a great deal； if not always what she wished to hear。 Andorans claimed the right to speak their minds to the Queen herself； they were hardly shy with a young noblewoman； no matter how peculiar her traveling panions。
In a village called Damelien； where three mills sat beside a small river shrunken to leave their tall waterwheels dry； the square…jawed innkeeper at The Golden Sheaves allowed as how he thought Morgase had been a good queen； the best that could be； the best that ever was。 〃Her daughter might've been a good ruler； too； I suppose；〃 he muttered； thumbing his chin。 〃Pity the Dragon Reborn killed them。 I suppose he had to … the Prophecies or some such … but he had no call to dry up the rivers； now did he？ How much grain did you say your horses need； my lady？ It's dreadful dear； mind。〃
A hard…faced woman； in a worn brown dress that hung on her as if she had lost weight； surveyed a field surrounded by a low stone wall； where the hot wind sent sheets of dust marching into the woods。 The other farms around Buryhill looked as bad or worse。 〃That Dragon Reborn's got no right to do this to us； now has he？ I ask you！〃 She spat and frowned up at Elayne in her saddle。 〃The throne？ Oh； Dyelin's as good as any； now Morgase and her girl are dead。 Some around here still speak up for Naean or Elenia； but I'm for Dyelin。 Any lookout； Caemlyn's a long way off。 I've got crops to worry about。 If I ever make another crop。〃
〃Oh； it's true； my lady； so it is； Elayne's alive；〃 a gnarled old carpenter told her in Forel Market。 He was bald as a leather egg； his fingers twisted with age； but the work standing among the shavings and sawdust that littered his shop looked as fine as any Elayne had seen。 She was the only person in the shop besides him。 From the look of the village； half the residents had left。 〃The Dragon Reborn is having her brought to Caemlyn so he can put the Rose Crown on her head himself；〃 he allowed。 〃The news is all over。 'Tisn't right； if you ask me。 He's one of them black…eyed Aielmen； I hear。 We ought to march on Caemlyn and drive him and all them Aiel back where they e from。 Then Elayne can claim the throne her own self。 If Dyelin lets her keep it； anyway。〃
Elayne heard a great deal about Rand； rumors ranging from him swearing fealty to Elaida to him being the King of Illian； of all things。 In Andor； he was blamed for everything bad that happened for the last two or three years； including stillbirths and broken legs； infestations of grasshoppers； two…headed calves； and three…legged chickens。 And even people who thought her mother had ruined the country and an end to the reign of House Trakand was good riddance still believed Rand al'Thor an invader。 The Dragon Reborn was supposed to fight the Dark One at Shayol Ghul； and he should be driven out of Andor。 Not what she had hoped to hear； not a bit of it。 But she heard it all again and again。 It was not a pleasant journey at all。 It was one long lesson in one of Lini's favorite sayings。 It isn't the stone you see that trips you on your nose。
She thought a number of things beside the nobles might cause trouble； some sure to be explosions as great as the gateway。 The Windfinders； smug in the bargain made with Nynaeve and herself； behaved in an irritatingly superior manner toward the Aes Sedai； especially after it came out that Merilille had let herself agree to be one of the first sisters to go the ships。 Yet if the sizzling there continued like the burning of an Illuminator's fuse…cord； the explosion never quite came。 The Windfinders and the Kinswomen； in particular the Knitting Circle； seemed as certain to blow up。 They cut one another dead when not sneering openly； the Kin at 〃Sea Folk wilders getting above themselves；〃 the Windfinders at 〃cringing sandlappers kissing Aes Sedai feet。〃 But it never went beyond lips curled or daggers caressed。
Ispan certainly presented problems that Elayne was sure would grow； yet after a few days； Vandene and Adeleas let her ride unhooded if not unshielded； a silent figure with colored beads in her thin braids； ageless face turned down and hands still on her reins。 Renaile told everyone who would listen that among the Atha'an Miere； a Darkfriend was stripped of his or her names as soon as proven guilty； then thrown over the side tied to ballast stones。 Among the Kinswomen； even Reanne and Alise paled every time they saw the Taraboner woman。 But Ispan grew meeker and meeker； eager to please and full of ingratiating smiles for the two white…haired sisters no matter what it was they did to her when they carried her away from the others at night。 On the other hand； Adeleas and Vandene grew more and more frustrated。 Adeleas told Nynaeve in Elayne's hearing that the woman spilled out volumes about old plots of the Black Ajah； those she had not been involved in much more enthusiastically than those she was； yet even when they pressed her hard … Elayne could not quite make herself ask how they pressed … and she let slip the names of Darkfriends； most were certainly dead and none was a sister。 Vandene said they were beginning to fear she had taken an Oath … the capital was audible … against betraying her cohorts。 They continued to isolate Ispan as much as possible and continued with their questions； but it was plain they were feeling their way blindly； now； and carefully。
And there was Nynaeve； and Lan。 Most definitely Nynaeve and Lan； with her near to bursting at the effort of holding her temper around him； mooning over him when they had to sleep apart … which was nearly always； the way acmodations divided up … and torn between eager and afraid when she could sneak him off to a hayloft。 It was her own fault for choosing a Sea Folk wedding； in Elayne's estimation。 The Sea Folk believed in hierarchy as they did in the sea； and they knew a woman and her husband might be promoted one past the other many times in their lives。 Their marriage rites took that into account。 Whoever had the right to mand in public； must obey in private。 Lan never took advantage； so Nynaeve said … 〃not really；〃 whatever that was supposed to mean！ She always blushed when she said it … but she kept waiting for him to do so； a
