rj.theshadowrising-第210部分
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ng the houses and the trees that had once been the rim of the Westwood。 The Two Rivers men shifted uneasily； peering after him or out into the night。
〃He is wrong；〃 Loial said。 〃Gaul and I saw what we saw。〃 His face sagged wearily； broad mouth turned down and long eyebrows drooping on his cheeks。 No wonder； if he had carried Gaul for three or four days。
〃You have done a lot； Loial；〃 Perrin said； 〃you and Gaul both。 A great thing。 I am afraid your bedroom has half a dozen Tinkers in it now； but Mistress al'Vere will make you up a pallet。 It is time for you to get some of that sleep you want。〃
〃And time for you as well； Perrin Aybara。〃 Scudding clouds made moonshadows play across Faile's bold nose and high cheekbones。 She was so beautiful。 But her voice was firm enough for a wagon bed。 〃If you do not go now； I will have Loial carry you。 You can hardly stand。〃
Gaul was having trouble walking with his wounded leg。 Bain supported him from one side。 He tried to stop Chiad from taking the other； but she murmured something that sounded like 〃gai'shain〃 in a threatening way； and Bain laughed； and the Aielman allowed them both to help him； growling furiously to himself。 Whatever the Maidens were going on about； it did have Gaul in a taking。
Tomas clapped Perrin on the shoulder。 〃Go； man。 Everyone needs to sleep。〃 He himself sounded good for three more days without it。
Perrin nodded。
He let Faile guide him back to the Winespring Inn with Loial and the Aiel following； and Aram； and Dannil and the ten panions encircling him。 He was not sure when the others fell away； but somehow he and Faile were alone in his room on the second floor of the inn。
〃Whole families are making do with no more space than this；〃 he muttered。 A candle burned on the stone mantel over the small fireplace。 Others did without； but Marin lit one here as soon as it turned dark so he would not have to be bothered。 〃I can sleep outside with Dannil and Ban and the others。〃
〃Do not be an idiot；〃 Faile said； making it sound affectionate。 〃If Alanna and Verin each has her own room； you should； too。〃
He realized she had his coat off and was untying the laces of his shirt。 〃I am not too tired to undress myself。〃 He pushed her gently outside。
〃You take everything off；〃 she ordered。 〃Everything； do you hear？ You cannot sleep properly fully dressed； the way you seem to think。〃
〃I will；〃 he promised。 When he had the door closed； he did tug off his boots before blowing out the candle and lying down。 Marin would not like dirty boots on her coverlet。
Thousands； Gaul and Loial said。 Yet how much could the two of them have seen； hiding on the way into the mountains； fleeing on the way back？ Maybe one thousand at most； Luc claimed； but Perrin could not make himself trust the man for all the trophies he brought in。 Scattered； according to the Whitecloaks。 How close could they have e； armor and cloaks shining in the darkness like lanterns？
There was a way to see for himself； perhaps。 He had avoided the wolf dream since his last visit； the desire to hunt down this Slayer rose up whenever he thought of going back； and his responsibilities lay here in Emond's Field。 But now； perhaps。。。 Sleep rolled in while he was still considering。
He stood on the Green bathed by an afternoon sun low in the sky； a few white clouds drifting。 There were no sheep or cattle around the tall pole where a breeze ruffled the red wolfhead banner； though a bluefly buzzed past his face。 No people among the thatched houses。 Small piles of dry wood atop ashes marked the Whitecloaks' fires； he had rarely seen anything burning in the wolf dream； only what was ready to burn or already charred。 No ravens in the sky。
As he scanned for the birds； a patch of sky darkened； became a window to somewhere else。 Egwene stood among a crowd of women； fear in her eyes； slowly the women knelt around her。 Nynaeve was one of them； and he believed he saw Elayne's red…gold hair。 That window faded and was replaced。 Mat stood naked and bound； snarling； an odd spear with a black shaft had been thrust across his back behind his elbows； and a silver medallion； a foxhead； hung on his chest。 Mat vanished； and it was Rand。 Perrin thought it was Rand。 He wore rags and a rough cloak； and a bandage covered his eyes。 The third window disappeared； the sky was only sky； empty except for the clouds。
Perrin shivered。 These wolf…dream visions never seemed to have any real connection to anything he knew。 Maybe here； where things could change so easily； worry over his friends became something he could see。 Whatever they were； he was wasting time fretting at them。
He was not surprised to find he wore a blacksmith's long leather vest and no shirt； but when he put a hand to his belt； he found the hammer； not his axe。 Frowning； he concentrated on the long half…moon blade and thick spike。 That was what he needed now。 That was what he was now。 The hammer changed slowly； as if resisting； but when the axe finally hung in the thick loop； it kept shining dangerously。 Why did it fight him so？ He knew what he wanted。 A filled quiver appeared on his other hip； a longbow in his hand； a leather bracer on his left forearm。
Three land…blurring strides took him where the nearest Trolloc camps supposedly lay； three miles from the village。 The last step landed him among nearly a dozen tall heaps of wood laid on old ashes amid trampled…down barley； the logs mixed with broken chairs and table legs and even a farmhouse door。 Great black iron cauldrons stood ready to be hung over the laid cook fires。 Empty cauldrons； of course； though he knew what would be cut up into them； what would be spitted on the thick iron rods stretched over some of the fires。 How many Trollocs would these fires serve？ There were no tents； and the blankets scattered about； filthy and stinking of old acrid Trolloc sweat； were no real guide； many Trollocs slept like animals； uncovered on the ground； even hollowing out a hole to lie in。
In smaller steps that covered no more than a hundred paces each； the land seeming only to haze； he circled Emond's Field； from farm to farm； pasture to barley field to rows of tabac； through scattered copses of trees； along cart tracks and footpaths； finding more and more clusters of waiting Trolloc fires as he slowly spiraled outward。 Too many。 Hundreds of fires。 That had to mean several thousand Trollocs。 Five thousand or ten or twice that … it would make little difference to Emond's Field if they all came at once。
Farther south the signs of Trollocs vanished。 Signs of their immediate presence； at least。 Few farmhouses or barns stood unburned。 Scattered fields of charred stubble remained where barley or tabac had been torched； others had great swathes trampled through the crops。 No reason for it but the joy of destruction； the people had been long gone when most of it was done。 Once he lighted in the midst of large patches of ash； some charred wagon wheels still showing hints of bright color here and there。 The site of the Tuatha'an caravan's destruction pained him even more than the farmhouses。 The Way of the Leaf should have a chance。 Somewhere。 Not here。 Not letting himself look； he leaped south a mile or more。
Eventually he came to Deven Ride； rows of thatch…roofed houses surrounding a green and a pond fed by a spring walled 'round with stone； the spillover splashing from cuts long since worn deeper than they had been made。 The inn at the head of the green； the Goose and Pipe； was roofed with thatch； too； yet a little larger than the Winespring Inn； though Deven Ride surely had even fewer visitors than Emond's Field。 The village was certainly no bigger。 Wagons and carts drawn close by every house spoke of farmers who had fled here with their families。 Other wagons blocked the streets and the spaces between the houses all the way around the edge of the village。 The precautions were not enough to have halted even one of the assaults made on Emond's Field the last seven days。
In three circuits around the village Perrin found only half a dozen Trolloc camps。 Enough to keep people in。 Pen them until Emond's Field was dealt with。 Then the Trollocs could fall on Deven Ride at the Fades' leisure。 Perhaps he could find a way to get word to these villagers。 If they fled south； they might find some way across the White River。 Even trying to cross the trackless Forest of Shadows below the river was better than waiting to die。。。
The golden sun had not moved an inch。 Time was different； here。
Running north as hard as he could； even Emond's Field passed by in a blur。 Watch Hill on its round prominence was bordered as Deven Ride had been with wagons and carts between the houses。 A banner waved lazily in the breeze； on a tall pole in front of the White Boar on the hill's crest。 A red eagle flying across a field of blue。 The Red Eagle had been the symbol of Manetheren。 Perhaps Alanna or Verin had told ancient stories while they were in Watch Hill。
Here； too； he found only a few Trolloc camps； enough to pen the villagers。 There was an easier way out from here than trying to cross the White； with i
