rj.theshadowrising-第50部分
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s best bowl or platter was given pride of place。 Clothes hung on pegs； pots hung from ceilings； handtools lay on benches； waiting。
On a hunch she retraced her steps once； just to see； back a dozen doors； and peered a second time into what was some woman's home in the real world。 It was almost the way it had been。 Almost。 The red striped bowl that had been on the table was now a narrow blue vase； one of the benches； on it a broken harness and the tools for mending it； that had been near the fireplace now sat by the door holding a darning basket and a child's embroidered dress。
Why did it change！ she wondered。 But for that matter； why should it stay the same？ Light； I don't know anything！
There was a stable across the street； the white plaster showing large patches of brick。 She trotted to it and pulled open one of the big doors。 Straw covered the dirt floor； just as in every stable she had ever seen； but the stalls stood empty。 No horses。 Why？ Something rustled in the straw； and she realized the stalls were not empty after all。 Rats。 Dozens of them； staring at her boldly； noses testing the air for her scent。 None of the rats ran； or even shied away； they behaved as if they had more right there than she。 In spite of herself she stepped back。 Pigeons and gulls and dogs； flies and rats。 Maybe a Wise One would know why。
As suddenly as that she was back in the Waste。
With a scream she fell flat on her back as the hairy boarlike creature darted straight for her； looking as large as a small pony。 Not a pig； she saw as it leaped nimbly over her； the snout was too sharp and full of keen teeth； and it had four toes on each foot。 The thought was calm； but she shuddered as the beast scampered away through the rocks。 It was big enough to have trampled her； breaking bones and worse； those teeth could have ripped and torn as well as any wolf's。 She would have awakened with the wounds。 If she had waked at all。
The gritty rock under her back was a blistering stovetop。 She scrambled to her feet； angry with herself。 If she could not keep her mind on what she was doing； she would acplish nothing。 Tanchico was where she was supposed to be； she had to concentrate on that。 Nothing else。
She stopped brushing at her skirts when she saw the Aiel woman watching her with sharp blue eyes from ten paces off。 The woman was Aviendha's age； no older than herself； but the wisps of hair that stuck out from under her shoufa were so pale as to be almost white。 The spear in her hands was ready to be cast； and at that distance she was not likely to miss。
The Aiel were said to be more than rough with those who entered the Waste without permission。 Egwene knew she could wrap woman and spear in Air； hold them safely； but would the flows keep long enough when she began to fade？ Or would they just anger the woman enough to make her cast her spear the moment she was able； perhaps before Egwene was truly gone？ Much good it would do to take herself back to Tanchico with an Aiel spear through her。 If she tied the flows； that would leave the woman trapped in Tel'aran'rhiod until they were unraveled； helpless if that lion or the boarlike creature returned。
No。 She simply needed the woman to lower her spear； just long enough to feel safe closing her eyes； to take herself back to Tanchico。 Back to what she was supposed to be doing。 She had no more time for these flights of fancy。 She was not entirely sure someone who had only dreamed themselves into Tel'aran'rhiod could harm her the way other things there could； but she was not going to risk finding out with an Aiel spear point。 The Aiel woman should vanish in a few moments。 Something to put her off balance until then。
Changing her clothes was easy； as soon as the thought came； Egwene was wearing the same browns and grays as the woman。 〃I mean you no harm；〃 she said； outwardly calm。
The woman did not lower her weapon。 Instead； she frowned and said； 〃You have no right to wear cadin'sor； girl。〃 And Egwene found herself standing there in her skin； the sun burning her from overhead； the ground searing her bare feet。
For a moment she gaped in disbelief； dancing from foot to foot。 She had not thought it possible to change things about someone else。 So many possibilities； so many rules； that she did not know。 Hurriedly she thought herself back into stout shoes and the dark dress with its divided skirts and at the same time made the Aiel woman's garments vanish。 She had to draw on saidar to do it； the woman must have been concentrating on keeping Egwene naked。 She had a flow ready to seize the spear if the other woman made to throw it。
It was the Aiel woman's turn to look shocked。 She let the spear fall to her side； too； and Egwene seized the moment to shut her eyes and take herself back to Tanchico； back to the skeleton of that huge boar。 Or whatever it was。 She barely gave it a second glance this time。 She was growing tired of things that looked like boars and were not。 How did she do that？ No！ It's wondering about how and why that keeps pulling me off the path。 This time I'll stick to it。
She did hesitate； though。 Just as she had closed her eyes it had seemed she saw another woman； beyond the Aiel woman； watching them both。 A golden haired woman holding a silver bow。 You are letting wild fancies take you； now。 You've been listening to too many of Thorn Merrilin's stories。 Brigitte was long dead； she could not e again until the Horn of Valere called her back from the grave。 Dead women； even heroes of legend； surely could not dream themselves into Tel'aran'rhiod。
It was only a moment's pause； though。 Shutting off futile speculation； she ran back to the square。 How much time did she have left？ The whole city to search； and time slipping away； and she as ignorant as when she started。 If only she had some idea of what to look for。 Or where。 Running did not seem to tire her here in the World of Dreams； but run as hard as she might； she would never cover the entire city before Elayne and Nynaeve woke her。 She did not want to have to e back。
A woman appeared suddenly among the flock of pigeons that had gathered in the square。 Her gown was pale green； thin and draped closely enough to have satisfied Berelain； her dark hair was in dozens of narrow braids； and her face was covered to the eyes by a transparent veil like the one the falling man had worn。 The pigeons soared up； and so did the woman gliding over the nearest rooftops with them before abruptly winking out of existence。
Egwene smiled。 She dreamed of flying like a bird all the time； and this was a dream； after all。 She leaped into the air； and kept going up； toward the roofs。 She wobbled as she thought how ridiculous this was … Flying？ People did not fly！ … then steadied again as she forced herself to be confident。 She was doing it； and that was all there was to it。 This was a dream； and she was flying。 The wind rushed in her face； and she wanted to laugh giddily。
She skimmed across the Panarch's Circle； where rows of stone benches slanted down from the high wall to a broad field of packed dirt in the center。 Imagine so many people gathered； and to watch a fireworks display by the Guild of Illuminators themselves。 Back home fireworks were a rare treat。 She could remember the handful of times in her life Emond's Field had had them； with the grownups as excited as the children。
She sailed over rooftops like a falcon； over palaces and mansions； humble dwellings and shops； warehouses and stables。 She slid by domes topped with golden spires and bronze weathervanes； by towers ringed with lacy stone balconies。 Carts and wagons dotted wagon yards； waiting。 Ships crowded the great harbor and the fingers of water between the city's peninsulas； they lined the docks。 Everything seemed in a poor state of repair； from the carts to the ships； but nothing she saw pointed to the Black Ajah。 As far as she knew。
She considered trying to envision Liandrin … she knew that doll's face all too well； with its multitude of blond braids； its self…satisfied brown eyes； and its smirking rosebud mouth … picture her in the hopes she might be drawn to where the Black sister was。 But if it worked； she might find Liandrin in Tel'aran'rhiod； too； and maybe others of them。 She was not ready for that。
It suddenly occurred to her that if any of the Black Ajah were in Tanchico； in the Tanchico of Tel'aran'rhiod； she was flaunting herself for them。 Any eye looking at the sky would notice a woman flying； one who did not vanish after a few moments。 Her smooth flight staggered； and she swooped down below roof level； floating along the streets more slowly than before but still faster than a horse could ran。 She might be rushing toward them； but she could not make herself stop and wait for them。
Fool she called herself furiously。 Fool！ They could know I'm here now。 They could be laying a trap already。 She considered stepping out of the dream； back to her bed in Tear； but she had found nothing。 If there was anything to find。
A tall woman was suddenly standing in the street ahead of her； slim in a bulky brown skirt and loose white blouse； with a brown shawl arou
