rj.thepathofdaggers-第18节
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Abruptly he heard something other than the thundering drumbeat of his own fury。 A bubbling sound。 He looked at Madic curiously； and stepped back from the spreading puddle on the floor。 It seemed that in his anger he had seized at more than the wrought…iron screen with the True Power。 Remarkable how much blood could be squeezed from a human body。
He let what remained of the man fall without regret； indeed； thinking only that when Madic was found； the Aes Sedai would surely be blamed。 A small addition to the chaos growing in the world。 Ripping a hole in the fabric of the Pattern； he Traveled with the True Power。 He had to find those women before they used this Bowl of the Winds。 And failing that。。。 He disliked people meddling with his carefully laid plans。 Those who did so and lived； lived to pay。
The gholam stepped into the room cautiously； nostrils already twitching with the scent of still hot blood。 The livid burn on its cheek seemed like a live coal。 The gholam appeared to be merely a slender man； a little taller than average in this time； yet it had never encountered anything that could harm it。 Until that man with the medallion。 What might have been smile or snarl bared its teeth。 Curious； it peered around the room； but there was nothing beyond the crushed corpse on the floor tiles。 And a。。。 feel。。。 of something。 Not the One Power； but something that made it。。。 itch； if not quite in the same way。 Curiosity had brought it here。 Parts of the grill over the window were crushed； pulling the whole thing loose at the sides。 The gholam seemed to remember something that made it itch in that manner； yet so much of what it recalled was fogged and dim。 The world had changed； as it seemed； in the blink of an eye。 There had been a world of war and killing on a huge scale； with weapons that reached across miles； across thousands of miles； and then there was。。。 this。 But the gholam had not changed。 It was still the most dangerous weapon of all。
Its nostrils flared again； though it was not by scent that it tracked those who could channel。 The One Power had been used below； and miles to the north。 To follow； or not？ The man who had wounded it was not with them； it had made sure of that before leaving the high vantage place。 The one who manded it wanted the man who had wounded it dead perhaps as much as he did the women； but the women were an easier target。 The women had been named； too； and for the time being； it was constrained。 For its entire existence it had been pelled to obey one or another human； but its mind held the concept of not being constrained。 It must follow the women。 It wanted to follow。 The moment of death； when it felt the ability to channel vanish along with life； produced ecstasy。 Rapture。 But it was hungry； too； and there was time。 Where they could run； it could follow。 Settling fluidly beside the mangled body； it began to feed。 Fresh blood； hot blood； was a necessity； but human blood always held the sweetest savor。
Chapter 3
（Serpent and Wheel）
A Pleasant Ride
Farms and pastures and olive groves covered most of the land around Ebou Dar； but many small forests stretched a few miles across as well； and while the ground was much flatter than the Rhannon Hills to the south； it rolled and sometimes rose in a prominence of a hundred feet or higher； sufficient to cast deep shadows in the afternoon sun。 All in all； the country provided more than enough cover to keep unwanted eyes from what might have passed as some odd merchant's pack train； nearly fifty people mounted and almost as many afoot； especially when it had Warders to find unfrequented paths through the undergrowth。 Elayne did not sight a mark of human habitation beyond a few goats cropping on some of the hills。
Even plants and trees used to heat were beginning to wither and die； yet at any other time she might have enjoyed merely seeing the countryside。 It could have been a thousand leagues from the land she had seen riding down the other bank of the Eldar。 The hills were strange； knobby shapes； as though squeezed together by huge； careless hands。 Flocks of brilliantly hued birds soared up at their passing； and a dozen sorts of hummingbirds flitted away from the horses； hovering jewels on blurred wings。 Thick vines hung like ropes in some places； and there were trees with bundles of narrow fronds at the top for foliage； and things that looked like green feather dusters as tall as a man。 A handful of plants； fooled by the heat； struggled to put out blossoms； bright reds and vivid yellows； some twice as wide as her two hands。 Their perfume was lush and … 〃sultry〃 came to mind。 She saw some boulders she would have wagered had once been toes on a statue； though why anyone would make a statue that large with bare feet she could not imagine； and another time the way led through a forest of thick fluted stones among the trees； the weathered stumps of columns； many toppled and all long since mined almost to the ground for their stone by local farmers。 A pleasant ride despite the dust the horses' hooves raised from parched soil。 The heat did not touch her； of course； and there were not very many flies。 All the dangers lay behind them； they had outrun the Forsaken； and no chance any of them or their servants could catch up now。 It could have been a pleasant ride； except。。。
For one thing； Aviendha learned that the message she had sent about enemies ing when least expected had not been delivered。 At first Elayne felt relief at anything to change the topic from Rand。 It was not the jealousy e back； rather； more and more she found herself wanting what Aviendha had shared with him。 Not jealousy。 Envy。 She would almost have preferred the other。 Then she began really hearing what her friend was saying in a low monotone； and the hair on the back of her neck tried to stand。
〃You can't do that；〃 she protested； reining her horse closer to Aviendha's。 Actually； she supposed Aviendha would not have much trouble drubbing Kurin； or tying her up； or any of the rest。 If the other Sea Folk women stood still for it； anyway。 〃We can't start a war with them； certainly not before we use the Bowl。 And not over this；〃 she added hastily。 〃Not at all。〃 They certainly were not going to start a war before or after the Bowl was used。 Not just because the Windfinders were behaving more highhandedly by the hour。 Not just because。。。 Drawing breath； she hurried on。 〃If she had told me； I would not have known what you meant。 I understand why you couldn't speak more clearly； but you do see； don't you？〃
Aviendha glared ahead at nothing； absently brushing flies away from her face。 〃Without fail； I told her；〃 she grumbled。 〃Without fail！ What if he had been one of the Shadowsouled？ What if he had managed to get by me through the gateway； and you with no warning？ What if。。。？〃 She turned a suddenly forlorn gaze on Elayne。 〃I will bite my knife；〃 she said sadly； 〃but my liver may burst for it。〃
Elayne was about to say that swallowing her anger was the right thing to do and she could pitch as large a fit as she wanted so long as she did not hurl it at the Atha'an Miere … that was what all that about knives and livers meant … but before she could open her mouth； Adeleas brought her rangy gray up on her other side。 The white…haired sister had acquired a new saddle in Ebou Dar； a gaudy thing worked with silver on pommel and cantle。 The flies seemed to avoid her； for some reason； though she wore a scent as strong as any of the flowers。
〃Pardon me。 I could not help overhearing that last。〃 Adeleas did not sound at all apologetic； and Elayne wondered just how much she had overheard。 She felt her cheeks coloring。 Some of what Aviendha had said about Rand had been remarkably frank and straightforward。 Some of what she had said had been； too。 It was one thing to talk that way with your nearest friend； quite another to suspect someone else had been listening。 Aviendha seemed to feel the same way； she did not blush； but the sour look she shot at the Brown would have done Nynaeve proud。
Adeleas merely smiled； a vague smile as bland as water soup。 〃It might be best if you gave your friend there free rein with the Atha'an Miere。〃 She peered past Elayne at Aviendha； blinking。 〃Well； a loose rein。 Putting the fear of the Light into them ought to be sufficient。 They're almost there already； in case you haven't noticed。 They're much more wary of the 'savage' Aiel … forgive me； Aviendha … than they are of Aes Sedai。 Merilille would have suggested it； but her ears are still burning。〃
Aviendha's face rarely gave much away； but right then she looked as puzzled as Elayne felt。 Elayne twisted in her saddle to frown behind her。 Merilille rode abreast with Vandene； Careane； and Sareitha not far back； all very studiously looking at anything except Elayne。 Beyond the sisters were the Sea Folk； still in single file； and then would e the Knitting Circle； keeping themselves out of sight for the moment just ahead of the packhorses。 They were threading their way through the glades of truncated columns。 Fifty or a hundred long…tailed red…and…green birds winged over their heads； filling the air with chattering cr
