rj.thepathofdaggers-第93部分
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was supposed to mean！ She always blushed when she said it … but she kept waiting for him to do so； and he just seemed to grow more and more amused。 This amusement； of course； screwed Nynaeve's temper to a fever pitch。 Nynaeve did erupt； out of all the explosions Elayne had expected。 She snapped at anyone and everyone who got in her way。 Except at Lan； with him； she was all honey and cream。 And not at Alise。 She came close once or twice； but even Nynaeve could not seem to make herself snap at Alise。
Elayne had hopes； not worries； about the things brought out of the Rahad along with the Bowl of the Winds。 Aviendha helped her search； and so did Nynaeve once or twice； but she was entirely too slow and ginger about it and showed little skill at finding what they were searching for。 They found no more angreal； yet the collection of ter'angreal grew； once all the rubbish had been thrown away； objects that used the One Power filled five entire panniers on the packhorses。
Careful as Elayne was； though； her attempts to study them did not go so well。 Spirit was the safest of the Five Powers to use in this … unless； of course； Spirit happened to be what triggered the thing！ … yet at times she had to use other flows； as fine as she could weave。 Sometimes her delicate probing did nothing； but her first touch at the thing that looked like a blacksmith's puzzle made of glass left her dizzy and unable to sleep for half the night； and a thread of Fire touching what looked like a helmet made of fluffy metal feathers gave everyone within twenty paces a blinding headache。 Except for herself。 And then there was the crimson rod that felt hot。 Hot； in a way。
Sitting on the edge of her bed at an inn called The Wild Boar； she examined the smooth rod by the light of two polished brass lamps。 Wrist…thick and a foot long； it looked like stone； but felt firm rather than hard。 She was alone； since the helmet； she had tried to do her studying away from the others。 The heat of the rod made her think of Fire。。。
Blinking； she opened her eyes and sat up in the bed。 Sunlight streamed in at the window。 She was in her shift； and Nynaeve； fully dressed； stood frowning down at her。 Aviendha and Birgitte were watching from beside the door。
〃What happened？〃 Elayne demanded； and Nynaeve shook her head grimly。
〃You don't want to know。〃 Her lips twitched。
Aviendha's face gave away nothing。 Birgitte's mouth might have been a little tight； but the strongest emotion Elayne felt from her was a bination of relief and … hilarity！ The woman was doing her utmost not to roll on the floor laughing！
The worst of it was； no one would tell what had happened。 What she had said； or done； she was sure it was that； by the quickly hidden grins she saw； from Kinswomen and Windfinders as well as sisters。 But no one would tell her！ After that； she decided to leave studying the ter'angreal to somewhere more fortable than a inn。 Somewhere definitely more private！
Nine days after their flight from Ebou Dar； scattered clouds appeared in the sky and a sprinkling of fat raindrops splashed dust in the road。 An intermittent drizzle fell the next day； and the day after； a deluge kept them huddled in the houses and stables of Forel Market。 That night； the rain turned to sleet； and by morning； thick flurries of snow drifted from a cloud…dark sky。 More than halfway to Caemlyn； Elayne began to wonder whether they could make it in two weeks from where they stood。
With the snow； clothes became a worry。 Elayne blamed herself for not thinking of the fact that everyone might need warm clothes before they reached their destination。 Nynaeve blamed herself for not thinking of it。 Merilille thought she was at fault； and Reanne thought she was。 They actually stood in the main street of Forel Market that morning with snowflakes drifting down on their heads； arguing over who could claim the blame。 Elayne was not sure which of them saw the absurdity first； who was the first to laugh； but all were laughing as they settled around a table in The White Swan to decide what to do。 A solution turned out to be no laughing matter。 Providing one warm coat or cloak for everyone would take a large bite out of their coin； if so many could be found。 Jewelry could be sold or traded； of course； but no one in Forel Market seemed to be interested in necklaces or bracelets； however fine。
Aviendha solved that difficulty by producing a small sack that bulged with clear； perfect gemstones； some quite large。 Strangely； the same folk who had said with bare politeness that they had no use for be…gemmed necklaces went round…eyed at the unset stones rolling about in Aviendha's palm。 Reanne said they saw one as frippery； the other as wealth； but whatever their reasons； in return for two rubies of moderate size； one large moonstone； and a small firedrop； the people of Forel Market were more than willing to provide as many thick woolens as their visitors desired； some of them hardly worn。
〃Very generous of them；〃 Nynaeve muttered sourly as people began rooting clothes out of their chests and attics。 A steady stream marched into the inn with their arms full。 〃Those stones could buy the whole village！〃 Aviendha shrugged slightly； she would have surrendered a handful of the gems if Reanne had not intervened。
Merilille shook her head。 〃We have what they want； but they have what we need。 I'm afraid that means they set the price。〃 Which was entirely too much like the situation with the Sea Folk。 Nynaeve looked positively ill。
When they were alone； in a hallway of the inn； Elayne asked Aviendha where she had gotten such a fortune in jewels； and one she seemed eager to be rid of。 She expected her near…sister to say they were her takings from the Stone of Tear； or perhaps Cairhien。
〃Rand al'Thor tricked me；〃 Aviendha muttered sullenly。 〃I tried to buy my toh from him。 I know that is the least honorable way；〃 she protested； 〃but I could see no other。 And he stood me on my head！ Why is it； when you reason things out logically； a man always does something pletely illogical and gains the upper hand？〃
〃Their pretty heads are so fuzzy； a woman can't expect to follow how they skitter；〃 Elayne told her。 She did not inquire what toh Aviendha had tried to buy； or how the attempt had ended with her near…sister possessing a sack full of rich gems。 Talking about Rand was hard enough without where that might lead。
Snow brought more than a need for warm clothing。 At midday； with the snow flurries falling thicker by the minute； Renaile strode down the stairs into the mon room； proclaimed that her part of the bargain had been met； and demanded not only the Bowl of the Winds； but Merilille。 The Gray sister stared in consternation； and so did a great many others。 The benches were filled with Kinswomen taking their turn at the midday meal； and serving men and women ran to serve this third lot of meals。 Renaile did not keep her voice down； and every head in the mon room swiveled toward her。
〃You can begin your teaching； now；〃 Renaile told the wide…eyed Aes Sedai。 〃Up the ladder with you to my quarters。〃 Merilille started to protest； but face suddenly cold； the Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships planted fists on her hips。 〃When I give a mand； Merilille Ceandevin；〃 she said icily； 〃I expect every hand on deck to jump。 Now jump！〃
Merilille did not precisely jump； but she did gather herself and go； with Renaile practically chivvying her up the stairs from behind。 Given her promise； she had no other choice。 Reanne's face was aghast。 Alise and stout Sumeko； still wearing her red belt； watched thoughtfully。
In the days that followed； whether laboring along a snow…covered road on their horses； walking the streets of a village； or trying to find room for everyone at a farm； Renaile kept Merilille at her heels except when she told her off to follow another Windfinder。 The glow of saidar surrounded the Gray sister and her escort almost constantly； and Merilille demonstrated weaves unceasingly。 The pale Cairhienin was markedly shorter than any of the dark Sea Folk women； but at first Merilille managed to stand taller by the sheer force of Aes Sedai dignity。 Soon； though； she began to wear a permanently startled expression。 Elayne learned that when they all had beds to sleep in； which they did not always； Merilille was sharing with Pol； her maid； and the two apprentice Windfinders； Talaan and Metarra。 What that said of Merilille's status； Elayne was not sure。 Clearly； the Windfinders did not put her on a level with the apprentices。 They just expected her to do as she was told； when she was told； with no delays or equivocations。
Reanne remained appalled at the turn of events； but Alise and Sumeko were not the only ones among the Kin to watch closely； not the only ones to nod thoughtfully。 And suddenly； another problem came to Elayne's notice。 The Kinswomen saw Ispan made more and more malleable in her captivity； but she was the prisoner of other Aes Sedai。 The Sea Folk were not Aes Sedai； and Merilille not a prisoner； yet she was starting to jump when Renaile issued a mand； or； for that matter； when Dorile； or Caire； or Caire's bloo
