rj.theshadowrising-第205部分
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rs； no Temaile； here。
A handsome woman suddenly appeared beside a glass case with four carved legs out in the middle of the floor。 She was no Taraboner； with her dark hair falling in waves to her shoulders； yet that was not what made Nynaeve gape。 The woman's dress seemed to be mist； sometimes silvery and opaque； sometimes gray and so thin as to show her limbs and body clearly。 From wherever she had dreamed herself here； she assuredly had a vivid imagination to conceive that！ Even the scandalous Domani dresses she had heard of surely could not equal this。
The woman smiled at the glass case； then continued on up the hall； stopping on the far side to study something Nynaeve could not make out； something dark atop a white stone stand。
Frowning； Nynaeve released her grip on a fistful of honey…colored braids。 The woman would disappear at any moment； few dreamed themselves into Tel'aran'rhiod for long。 Of course； it did not matter if the woman saw her； she was certainly no one on their list of Black sisters。 And yet she seemed somehow。。。 Nynaeve realized she had taken hold of a handful of braids again。 The woman。。。 Of its own accord her hand pulled … hard … and she stared at it in amazement； her knuckles were white； her hand quivering。 It was almost as if thinking of that woman。。。 Arm shaking； her hand tried to yank her hair out of her scalp。 Why under the Light？
The mist…clad woman still stood in front of the distant white pedestal。 Trembling spread from Nynaeve's arm into her shoulder。 She had certainly never seen the woman before。 And yet。。。 She tried to open her fingers； they only clamped down harder。 Surely she never had。 Shivering from head to toe； she hugged herself with the one arm she had free。 Surely。。。 Her teeth wanted to chatter。 The woman seemed。。。 She wanted to weep。 The woman。。。
Images burst into her head； exploding； she slumped against the column beside her as if they had physical force； her eyes bulged。 She saw it again。 The Chamber of Falling Blossoms； and that sturdily handsome woman surrounded by the glow of saidar。 Herself and Elayne； babbling like children； fighting to be first to answer； pouring out everything they knew。 How much had they told？ It was difficult to bring out details； but she dimly remembered keeping some things back。 Not because she wanted to； she would have told the woman anything； done anything she asked。 Her face heated with shame； and anger。 If she had managed to hide any scraps； it was only because she had been so … eager！ … to answer the last question asked that she passed over earlier。
It makes no sense； a small voice said in the back of her head。 If she's a Black sister I don't know about； why did she not hand us over to Liandrin？ She could have。 We'd have gone with her like lambs。
Cold rage would not let her listen。 A Black sister had made her dance like a puppet and then told her to forget。 Ordered her to forget： And she had！ Well； now the woman would find out what it was like to face her ready and forewarned！
Before she could reach for the True Source； Birgitte was suddenly beside the next column in that short white coat and wide yellow trousers gathered at the ankle。 Birgitte； or some woman dreaming she was Birgitte； with golden hair in an elaborate braid。 A warning finger pressed against her lips； she pointed at Nynaeve； then urgently toward one of the double…arched doorways behind them。 Bright blue eyes pelling； she vanished。
Nynaeve shook her head。 Whoever the woman was； she had no time。 Opening herself to saidar； she turned； filled to overflowing with the One Power and righteous wrath。 The woman clothed in mist was gone。 Gone！ Because that golden…haired fool had distracted her！ Perhaps that one was still about； waiting for her。 Wrapped in the Power； she strode through the doorway the woman had indicated。
The golden…haired woman was waiting in a brightly carpeted hallway where unlit golden lamps gave off the scent of perfumed oil。 She held a silver bow now； and a quiver of silver arrows hung at her waist。
〃Who are you？〃 Nynaeve demanded furiously。 She would give the woman a chance to explain herself。 And then teach her a lesson she would not soon forget！ 〃Are you the same fool who shot at me in the Waste； claiming she was Birgitte？ I was about to teach a member of the Black Ajah manners when you let her get away！〃
〃I am Birgitte；〃 the woman said； leaning on her bow。 〃At least； that is the name you would know。 And the lesson might have been yours； here as surely as in the Three…fold Land。 I remember the lives I have lived as if they were books well…read； the longer gone dimmer than the nearer； but I remember well when I fought at Lews Therin's side。 I will never forget Moghedien's face； any more than I will forget the face of Asmodean； the man you almost disturbed at Rhuidean。〃
Asmodean？ Moghedien？ That woman was one of the Forsaken？ A Forsaken in Tanchico。 And one at Rhuidean； in the Waste！ Egwene would certainly have said something if she knew。 No way to warn her； not for seven days。 Anger … and saidar … surged in her。 〃What are you doing here？ I know that you all vanished after the Horn of Valere called you； but you are。。。〃 She trailed off； a trifle flustered at what she had been about to say； but the other woman calmly finished for her。
〃Dead？ Those of us who are bound to the Wheel are not dead as others are dead。 Where better for us to wait until the Wheel weaves us out in new lives than in the World of Dreams？〃 Birgitte laughed suddenly。 〃I begin to talk as if I were a philosopher。 In almost every life I can remember I was born a simple girl who took up the bow。 I am an archer； no more。〃
〃You're the heroine of a hundred tales；〃 Nynaeve said。 〃And I saw what your arrows did at Falme。 Seanchan channeling did not touch you。 Birgitte； we face near a dozen of the Black Ajah。 And one of the Forsaken as well； it seems。 We could use your help。〃
The other woman grimaced； embarrassed and regretful。 〃I cannot； Nynaeve。 I cannot touch the world of flesh unless the Horn calls me again。 Or else the Wheel weaves me out。 If it did this moment； you would find only an infant mewling at her mother's breast。 As for Falme； the Horn had called us； we were not there as you were； in the flesh。 That is why the Power could not touch us。 Here； all is part of the dream； and the One Power could destroy me as easily as you。 More easily。 I told you； I am an archer； a sometime soldier； no more。〃 Her plex golden braid swung as she shook her head。 〃I do not know why I am explaining。 I should not even be talking to you。〃
〃Why not？ You've spoken to me before。 And Egwene thought she saw you。 That was you； wasn't it？〃 Nynaeve frowned。 〃How do you know my name？ Do you just know things？〃
〃I know what I see and hear。 I have watched you； and listened； whenever I could find you。 You and the other two women； and the young man with his wolves。 According to the precepts； we may speak to none who know they are in Tel'aran'rhiod。 And yet； evil walks the dream as well as the world of flesh； you who fight it attract me。 Even knowing I can do almost nothing； I find myself wanting to help you。 But I cannot。 It violates the precepts； precepts which have held me for so many turns of the Wheel that in my oldest； faintest memories I know I had already lived a hundred times； or a thousand。 Speaking to you violates precepts as strong as law。〃
〃It does；〃 said a harsh； male voice。
Nynaeve jumped and almost lashed out with the Power。 The man was dark and strongly muscled； with the long hilts of two swords thrusting above his shoulders as he strode the few paces from where he had appeared to Birgitte。 With what she had heard from Birgitte； the swords were enough to name him as Gaidal Cain； but where fair； golden…haired Birgitte was as beautiful as in the stories； he was definitely not。 In fact； he was perhaps as ugly a man as Nynaeve had ever seen； his face wide and flat； his heavy nose too big； and his mouth a gash； far too broad。 Birgitte smiled at him； though； her touch on his cheek held more than fondness。 It was a surprise to see he was the shorter。 Stocky and muscled as he was； powerful in his movements； he gave the impression of being taller than he was。
〃We have almost always been linked；〃 Birgitte told Nynaeve without taking her eyes from Cain's。 〃He is usually born well before me … so I know my time approaches again when I cannot find him … and I usually hate him at first sight in the flesh。 But we nearly always end lovers or wed。 A simple story； but I think we have spun it out in a thousand variations。〃
Cain ignored Nynaeve as though she did not exist。 〃The precepts exist for a reason； Birgitte。 Nothing but strife and trouble has ever e from breaking them。〃 His voice was indeed harsh； Nynaeve realized。 Not at all like that of the man in the stories。
〃Perhaps I cannot sit by while evil fights；〃 Birgitte said quietly。 〃Or perhaps I simply hunger for the flesh again。 It has been long since we were born last。 The Shadow rises again； Gaidal。 It rises here。 We must fight it。 That is the reason we were bound to the Wheel。〃
〃When the Horn calls us； we will
