rj.thegreathunt-第34部分
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in Emond's Field； I found three boys whose namedays were within weeks of the battle at Dragonmount。 And one of them can channel。 Did you think Trollocs came after you just because you are ta'veren？ You are the Dragon Reborn。〃
Rand's knees gave way； he dropped to a squat； hands slapping the rug to catch himself from falling on his face。 The void was gone； the stillness shattered。 He raised his head； and they were looking at him； the three Aes Sedai。 Their faces were serene； smooth as unruffled ponds； but their eyes did not blink。 〃My father is Tam al'Thor； and I was born 。。。〃 They stared at him； unmoving。 They're lying。 I am not 。。。 what they say！ Some way； somehow； they're lying； trying to use me。 〃I will not be used by you。〃
〃An anchor is not demeaned by being used to hold a boat；〃 the Amyrlin said。 〃You were made for a purpose； Rand al'Thor。 'When the winds of Tarmon Gai'don scour the earth； he will face the Shadow and bring forth Light again in the world。' The Prophecies must be fulfilled； or the Dark One will break free and remake the world in his image。 The Last Battle is ing； and you were born to unite mankind and lead them against the Dark One。〃
〃Ba'alzamon is dead；〃 Rand said hoarsely； and the Amyrlin snorted like a stablehand。
〃If you believe that； you are as much a fool as the Domani。 Many there believe he is dead； or say they do； but I notice they still won't risk naming him。 The Dark One lives； and he is breaking free。 You will face the Dark One。 It is your destiny。〃
It is your destiny。 He had heard that before； in a dream that had maybe not been entirely a dream。 He wondered what the Amyrlin would say if she knew Ba'alzamon had spoken to him in dreams。 That's done with。 Ba'alzamon is dead。 I saw him die。
Suddenly it came to him that he was crouching like a toad； huddling under their eyes。 He tried to form the void again； but voices whirled through his head； sweeping away every effort。 It is your destiny。 Babe lying in the snow。 You are the Dragon Reborn。 Ba'alzamon is dead。 Rand is a good name； Kari。 I will not be used！ Drawing on his own native stubbornness； he forced himself back upright。 Face it on your feet。 You can keep your pride； at least。 The three Aes Sedai watched with no expression。
〃What 。。。〃 With an effort he steadied his voice。 〃What are you going to do to me？〃
〃Nothing；〃 the Amyrlin said； and he blinked。 It was not the answer he had expected； the one he had feared。 〃You say you want to acpany your friend with Ingtar； and you may。 I have not marked you out in any way。 Some of the sisters may know you are ta'veren； but no more。 Only we three know who you truly are。 Your friend Perrin will be brought to me； as you were； and I will visit your other friend in the infirmary。 You may go as you will； without fear that we will set the Red sisters on you。〃
Who you truly are。 Anger flared up in him； hot and corrosive。 He forced it to stay inside； hidden。 〃Why？〃
〃The Prophecies must be fulfilled。 We let you walk free； knowing what you are； because otherwise the world we know will die； and the Dark One will cover the earth with fire and death。 Mark me； not all Aes Sedai feel the same。 There are some here in Fal Dara who would strike you down if they knew a tenth of what you are； and feel no more remorse than for gutting a fish。 But then； there are men who've no doubt laughed with you who would do the same； if they knew。 Have a care； Rand al'Thor； Dragon Reborn。〃
He looked at each of them in turn。 Your Prophecies are no part of me。 They returned his gaze so calmly it was hard to believe they were trying to convince him he was the most hated； the most feared man in the history of the world。 He had gone right through fear and e out the other side in some place cold。 Anger was all that kept him warm。 They could gentle him； or burn him to a crisp where he stood； and he no longer cared。
A part of Lan's instructions came back to him。 Left hand on the hilt； he twisted the sword behind him； catching the scabbard in his right； then bowed； arms straight。 〃By your leave； Mother； may I depart this place？〃
〃I give you leave to go； my son。〃
Straightening； he stood there a moment longer。 〃I will not be used；〃 he told them。 There was a long silence as he turned and left。
The silence stretched on in the room after Rand left until it was broken by a long breath from the Amyrlin。 〃I cannot make myself like what we just did；〃 she said。 〃It was necessary； but 。。。 Did it work； Daughters？〃
Moiraine shook her head； just the slightest movement。 〃I do not know。 But it was necessary； and is。〃
〃Necessary；〃 Verin agreed。 She touched her forehead； then peered at the dampness on her fingers。 〃He is strong。 And as stubborn as you said； Moiraine。 Much stronger than I expected。 We may have to gentle him after all before 。。。〃 Her eyes widened。 〃But we cannot； can we？ The Prophecies。 The Light forgive us for what we are loosing on the world。〃
〃The Prophecies；〃 Moiraine said； nodding。 〃Afterwards； we will do as we must。 As we do now。〃
〃As we must；〃 the Amyrlin said。 〃Yes。 But when he learns to channel； the Light help us all。〃
The silence returned。
There was a storm ing。 Nynaeve felt it。 A big storm； worse than she had ever seen。 She could listen to the wind； and hear what the weather would be。 All Wisdoms claimed to be able to do that； though many could not。 Nynaeve had felt more fortable with the ability before learning it was a manifestation of the Power。 Any woman who could listen to the wind could channel； though most were probably as she had been； unaware of what she was doing； getting it only in fits and starts。
This time； though； something was wrong。 Outside； the morning sun was a golden ball in a clear blue sky； and birds sang in the gardens； but that was not it。 There would have been nothing to listening to the wind if she could not foretell the weather before the signs were visible。 There was something wrong with the feeling this time； something not quite the way it usually was。 The storm felt distant； too far off for her to feel at all。 Yet it felt as if the sky above should have been pouring down rain； and snow； and hail； all at the same time； with winds howling to shake the stones of the keep。 And she could feel the good weather； too； lasting for days yet； but that was muted under the other。
A bluefinch perched in an arrowslit like a mockery of her weather sense； peering into the hallway。 When it saw her； it vanished in a flash of blue and white feathers。
She stared at the spot where the bird had been。 There is a storm； and there isn't。 It means something。 But what？
Far down the hall full of women and small children she saw Rand striding away； his escort of women half running to keep up。 Nynaeve nodded firmly。 If there was a storm that was not a storm； he would be the center of it。 Gathering her skirts； she hurried after him。
Women with whom she had grown friendly since ing to Fal Dara tried to speak to her； they knew Rand had e with her and that they were both from the Two Rivers； and they wanted to know why the Amyrlin had summoned him。 The Amyrlin Seat！ Ice in the pit of her belly； she broke into a run； but before she left the women's apartments； she had lost him around too many corners and beyond too many people。
〃Which way did he go？〃 she asked Nisura。 There was no need to say who。 She heard Rand's name in the conversation of the other women clustered around the arched doors。
〃I don't know； Nynaeve。 He came out as fast as if he had Heartsbane himself at his heels。 As well he might； ing here with a sword at his belt。 The Dark One should be the least of his worries after that。 What is the world ing to？ And him presented to the Amyrlin in her chambers； no less。 Tell me； Nynaeve； is he really a prince in your land？〃 The other women stopped talking and leaned closer to listen。
Nynaeve was not sure what she answered。 Something that made them let her go on。 She hurried away from the women's apartments； head swiveling at every crossing corridor to look for him； fists clenched。 Light； what have they done to him？ I should have gotten him away from Moiraine somehow； the Light blind her。 I'm his Wisdom。
Are you； a small voice taunted。 You've abandoned Emond's Field to fend for itself。 Can you still call yourself their Wisdom？
I did not abandon them； she told herself fiercely。 I brought Mavra Mallen up from Deven Ride to look after matters till I get back。 She can deal well enough with the Mayor and the Village Council； and she gets on well with the Women's Circle。
Mavra will have to get back to her own village。 No village can do without its Wisdom for long。 Nynaeve cringed inside。 She had been gone months from Emond's Field。
〃I am the Wisdom of Emond's Field！〃 she said aloud。
A liveried servant carrying a bolt of cloth blinked at her； then bowed low before scurrying off。 By his face he was eager to be anywhere else。
Blushing； Nynaeve looked around to see if anyone had noticed。 There were only a few men in the hall； engrossed in their own conversations； and some women in black…and…g
