rj.thepathofdaggers-第28节
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ed it。 Well； perhaps not all her attention。 Reanne started to sit down； and without looking up； Caire snapped； 〃Hold your station； woman！ This isn't a fish lolly！ Stand till you're told to move！〃
Startled； Reanne jerked back to her feet； muttering under her breath； but she might as well have ceased to exist as far as Caire was concerned。 The Windfinder's eyes remained on the flattened crystal shape。 Elayne felt resolve in her great enough to move a mountain。 And something else； tiny and quickly stamped out。 Uncertainty。 Uncertainty？ If after all of this； the woman really did not know what to do …
At that moment； Caire drew deeply。 Saidar flooded through Elayne； almost as much as she could hold； an unbroken ring of light blazed into being； joining the women in the circle； brighter wherever one used an angreal； but nowhere faint。 She watched closely as Caire channeled； forming a plex weave of all Five Powers； a four…pointed star that she laid atop the Bowl with what Elayne somehow was sure was exquisite precision。 The star touched； and Elayne gasped。 Once； she had channeled a trickle into the Bowl … in Tel'aran'rhiod； to be sure； and only a reflection of the Bowl； though still a dangerous thing to do … and that clear crystal had turned a pale blue； and the carved clouds moved。 Now； the Bowl of the Winds was blue； the bright blue of a summer sky； and fleecy white clouds billowed across it。
The four…point star became five…pointed； the position of the weave altered slightly； and the Bowl was a green sea with great heaving waves。 Five points became six； and it was another sky； a different blue； darker； winter perhaps； with purple clouds heavy with rain or snow。 Seven points； and a gray…green sea raged in storm。 Eight points and sky。 Nine and sea； and suddenly； Elayne felt the Bowl itself drawing saidar； a wild torrent far greater than all the circle together could manage。
The changes continued unabated inside the Bowl； sea to sky； waves to clouds； but a writhing； braided column of saidar shot up from that flattish crystal disc； Fire and Air； Water and Earth and Spirit； a column of intricate lace as wide as the Bowl； climbing up and up into the sky； until its top rose out of sight。 Caire continued her weaving； sweat streaming down her face； she paused seemingly only to blink salty drops away from her eyes as she examined the images in the Bowl； then laid a new weave。 The pattern of the braiding in the thick column altered with every weave； subtly echoing what Caire wove。
It was a very good thing she had not wanted to focus the flows for this circle； Elayne realized； what the woman was doing required years more study than she had。 Many years more。 Suddenly； she realized something else。 That ever…changing lacework of saidar bent itself around something else； something unseen that made the column solid。 She swallowed； hard。 The Bowl was drawing saidin as well as saidar。
Her hope that no one else had puzzled that out vanished with one glance at the other women。 Half stared at the twisting column with a revulsion that should have been reserved for the Dark One。 Fear grew stronger among the emotions shared in her head。 Some were approaching the level of Garenia and Kirstian； and it was a wonder those two had not fainted。 Nynaeve was a hair from sicking up； for all her suddenly too smooth face。 Aviendha appeared just as calm outwardly； but inside； that tiny fear quivered and pulsed； trying to grow。
From Caire came only determination； as steely hard as her expression。 Nothing was going to stand in Caire's way； certainly not the mere presence of Shadow…tainted saidin mixed into her weaving。 Nothing was going to stop her。 She worked the flows； and abruptly spiderwebs of saidar blossomed from the unseen top of the column； like uneven spokes of a wheel； almost a solid fan to the south； sparser fans reaching north and northwest； single lacy spokes stretching in other directions。 They changed as they grew； never the same from one moment to the next； spreading across the sky； farther and farther； until the ends of the pattern also passed out of sight。 Not just saidar there either； Elayne was certain； in places that spiderweb caught and curved around something she could not see。 Still Caire wove； and the column danced to her bidding； saidar and saidin together； and the spiderweb altered and flowed like a lopsided kaleidoscope spinning across the heavens； vanishing into the distance； on and on and on。
Without warning； Caire straightened； knuckling her back； and released the Source pletely。 Column and spiderweb evaporated； and she collapsed as much as sat down； breathing hard。 The Bowl turned clear again； but small patches of saidar flashed and crackled around its edges。 〃It is done； the Light willing；〃 she said tiredly。
Elayne hardly heard。 That was not the way to end a circle。 When Caire let go in that way； the Power disappeared from every woman simultaneously。 Elayne's eyes popped。 For one instant； it was as though she stood atop the highest tower in the world； and suddenly the tower was not there anymore！ Just an instant； yet hardly pleasant。 She felt tired； if not anywhere near what she would have had she actually done anything beyond serve as a conduit； but what she felt most was loss。 Letting go of saidar was bad enough； having it simply vanish out of you went beyond thinking about。
Others had suffered far worse than she。 As the glow joining the circle winked out； Nynaeve sat down right where she stood as though her legs had melted； sat stroking the bracelet…and…rings； staring at it and panting。 Sweat rolled down her face。 〃I feel like a kitchen sieve that just had the whole mill poured through it；〃 she murmured。 Carrying that much of the Power had its cost even if you did nothing； even with an angreal。
Talaan wavered； a reed in the wind； casting surreptitious glances at her mother； plainly afraid to sit。 Aviendha stood straight； her fixed expression saying that willpower had as much to do with that as anything else。 She gave a slight smile； though； and made a gesture in Maiden handtalk … worth the price … and then another … more … right behind。 More than worth the price。 Everyone looked weary； if not so much as those who had used angreal。 The Bowl of the Winds went quiet at last； just a wide bowl of clear crystal； but decorated now with towering waves。 Saidar still seemed to be there； though； not being wielded by anyone； not visible； but in dimly felt flashes like those that had played around the Bowl at the end。
Nynaeve raised her head to glower at the cloudless sky； then lowered her gaze to Caire。 〃All that； for what？ Did we do anything； or not？〃 A breath of air stirred across the hilltop； warm as the air in a kitchen。
The Windfinder struggled her feet。 〃Do you think Weaving the Winds is like throwing the helm over on a darter？〃 she demanded contemptuously。 〃I just moved the rudder on a skimmer with a beam as broad as the world！ He will take time to turn； time to know he is supposed to turn。 That he must turn。 But when he does； not the Father of Storms himself will be able to stand in his way。 I have done it； Aes Sedai； and the Bowl of the Winds is ours！〃
Renaile moved into the circle； kneeling beside the Bowl。 Carefully she began folding the white silk around it。 〃I will take this to the Mistress of the Ships；〃 she said to Nynaeve。 〃We have fulfilled our part of the bargain。 Now； you Aes Sedai must fulfill the rest of yours。〃 Merilille made a sound in her throat； but when Elayne glanced at her； the Gray appeared a study in posure。
〃Maybe you've done your part；〃 Nynaeve said； rising unsteadily。 〃Maybe。 We'll see when this。。。 this skimmer of yours turns。 If it turns！〃 Renaile stared hard at her across the Bowl； but Nynaeve ignored her。 〃Strange；〃 she muttered； rubbing her temple。 The bracelet…and…rings caught in her hair； and she grimaced。 〃I can almost feel an echo of saidar。 It must be this thing！〃
〃No；〃 Elayne said slowly。 〃I can feel it； too。〃 Not just the dimly perceived crackling in the air； and not an echo； exactly。 More the shadow of an echo； so faint that it was as if she were feeling someone use saidar at a。。。 She turned。 On the horizon to the south； lightning flashed； dozens of bolts vivid silver…blue against the afternoon sky。 Very near to Ebou Dar。
〃A rainstorm？〃 Sareitha said eagerly。 〃The weather must be righting itself already。〃 But there were no clouds in the sky even where the lightning forked and fell。 Sareitha was not strong enough to sense saidar being wielded at that distance。
Elayne shivered。 She was not strong enough。 Unless someone was using as much as they had on this hilltop。 Fifty or even a hundred Aes Sedai； all channeling at once。 Or。。。 〃Not one of the Forsaken；〃 she murmured。 Someone behind her moaned。
〃One couldn't do that；〃 Nynaeve agreed quietly。 〃Maybe they didn't feel us the way we do them； maybe； but they'll have seen； unless they're all blind。 The Light burn our luck！〃 Quiet or not； she was agitated； she often called Elayne down for using language like that。 〃Take everyone who will go to Andor with you； Elayne。 I'll。。。 I'll meet you there。 Mat's in the city。 I have to
