rj.theshadowrising-第188节
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These lectures had been the most pleasant thing in the eleven days and nights since the Trolloc attack。 Not that she had been willing to talk at first； beyond one more tirade on his supposed ill…treatment of Elayne and later another embarrassing lecture meant to convince him Elayne was the perfect woman。 Not until he mentioned to Egwene in passing that if Aviendha would not even speak to him； he wished she would at least stop staring at him。 Within the hour a white…robed gai'shain man came for Aviendha。
Whatever the Wise Ones had to say to her； she returned in a quivering fury to demand … demand！ … that he let her teach him about Aiel ways and customs。 No doubt in hope he would reveal something of his plans by the questions he asked。 After the viperish subtleties of Tear； the openness of the Wise Ones' spying was refreshing。 Still； it was doubtless wise to learn what he could； and talking with Aviendha could actually be enjoyable； especially on those occasions when she seemed to forget she despised him for whatever reason。 Of course； whenever she realized they had begun to talk like two people instead of captor and captive； she did have a tendency to throw one of her white…hot outbursts； as though he had lured her into a trap。
Yet even with that their conversations were pleasurable； certainly by parison with the rest of the journey。 He was even beginning to find her tantrums amusing； though he was wise enough not to let her know。 If she saw a man she hated； at least she was too wrapped up in that to see He Who es With the Dawn； or the Dragon Reborn。 Just Rand al'Thor。 At any rate； she knew what she thought of him。 Not like Elayne； with one letter that made his ears grow hot and another written the same day that made him wonder if he had grown fangs and horns like a Trolloc。
Min was just about the only woman he had ever met who had not tangled his wits into a ball。 But she was off in the Tower … safe there； at least … and that was one place he meant to avoid。 Sometimes he thought life would be simpler if he could just forget women altogether。 Now Aviendha had started creeping into his dreams； as if Min and Elayne were not bad enough。 Women tied his emotions in knots； and he had to be clearheaded now。 Clearheaded and cold。
He realized he was looking at Isendre again。 She wriggled slender fingers at him past Kadere's ear； he was sure those full lips curved into a smile。 Oh； yes。 Dangerous。 I have to be cold and hard as steel。 Sharp steel。
Eleven days and nights into the twelfth； and nothing else had changed。 Days and nights of odd rock formations and flat…topped stone spires and buttes thrusting up from a broken； blistered land crisscrossed by mountains seemingly stuck in at random。 Days of baking sun and searing winds； nights of bone…shaking cold。 Whatever grew seemed to have thorns or spines； or else a touch itched like fury。 Some Aviendha said were poisonous； that list seemed longer than the one of those edible。 The only water was in hidden springs and tanks； though she pointed out plants that meant a deep hole would fill with slow seepage； enough to keep one or two men alive； and others that could be chewed for a sour； watery pulp。
One night lions killed two of the Shaido packhorses； roaring in the darkness as they were driven from their prey to vanish into the gullies。 A wagon driver disturbed a small brown snake as they were making camp the fourth evening。 A two…step； Aviendha called it later； and it proved its name。 The fellow screamed and tried to run for the wagons despite seeing Moiraine hurrying toward him； he fell on his face at his second stride； dead before the Aes Sedai could dismount from her white mare。 Aviendha listed venomous snakes； spiders and lizards。 Poisonous lizards！ Once she found one for him； two feet long and thick； with yellow stripes running down its bronze scales。 Casually pinning it under a soft…booted foot； she drove hey knife into the thing's wide head； then held it up where he could see the clear； oily fluid oozing over sharp bony ridges in its mouth。 A gara； she explained； could bite through a boot； it could also kill a bull。 Others were worse； of course。 The gara was slow； and not really dangerous unless you were stupid enough to step on it。 When she flung the huge lizard off of her blade； the yellow and bronze faded right into the cracked clay。 Oh； yes。 Just do not be stupid enough to step on it。
Moiraine divided her time between the Wise Ones and Rand； usually attempting； in that Aes Sedai way； to bully him into revealing his plans。 〃The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills；〃 she had told him just that morning； voice coolly calm； ageless face serene； but dark eyes hot as she stared at him over Aviendha's head； 〃but a fool can strangle himself in the Pattern。 Have a care you do not weave a noose for your neck。〃 She had acquired a pale cloak； almost gai'shain white； that shimmered in the sun and beneath the wide hood she wore a damp； snowy scarf folded around her forehead。
〃I make no nooses for my neck。〃 He laughed； and she wheeled Aldieb so quickly the mare nearly knocked Aviendha down； galloping back to the Wise Ones' party； cloak streaming behind her。
〃It is stupid to anger Aes Sedai；〃 Aviendha muttered； rubbing her shoulder。 〃I did not think you were a stupid man。〃
〃We will just have to see whether I am or not；〃 he told her； not feeling like laughing anymore。 Stupid？ There were some risks you had to take。 〃We will just have to see。〃
Egwene rarely left the Wise Ones； walking with them as often as she rode Mist； sometimes taking one of them up behind her on the gray mare for a time。 He had finally figured out that she was passing for full Aes Sedai again。 Amys and Bair； Seana and Melaine； seemed to accept it as readily as the Tairens had； though not at all in the same way。 At times one or another of them argued with her so loudly he could almost make out what they were shouting more than a hundred paces away。 It was almost the manner they used with Aviendha； though her they seemed to bully rather than argue with； but then； sometimes they held what appeared to be rather heated discussions with Moiraine； too。 Especially sun…haired Melaine。
The tenth morning Egwene had finally stopped wearing her hair in those two braids； though it was the oddest thing。 The Wise Ones talked to her for the longest time； off by themselves； while the gai'shain were folding their tents and Rand was saddling Jeade'en。 Had he not known her better； he might have thought Egwene's head…down stance was an attempt at meekness； but that word could only be applied to her in parison with Nynaeve。 And maybe Moiraine。 Suddenly Egwene clapped； her hands； laughing and hugging each of the Wise Ones in turn before hurriedly unraveling the plaits。
When he asked Aviendha what was going on … she had been sitting outside his tent when he woke … she muttered sourly； 〃They have decided she has grown …〃 Cutting off abruptly； she gave him a level look； folding her arms； and went on in a cool voice； 〃It is Wise Ones' business； Rand al'Thor。 Ask them； if you wish； but be prepared to hear that it is no concern of yours。〃
Egwene had grown what？ Her hair？ It made no sense。 Aviendha would not say another word on the matter； instead she scraped a bit of grayish lichen from a rock and began describing how to poultice a wound with it。 The woman was learning a Wise One's ways too quickly to suit him。 The Wise Ones themselves paid him little apparent attention； of course； they did not need to； with Aviendha perched on his shoulder in a manner of speaking。
The rest of the Aiel； the Jindo at any rate； became a bit less standoffish each day； perhaps a little less uneasy about what He Who es With the Dawn meant for them； but Aviendha was the only one who spoke to him at any length。 Each evening Lan came to practice the sword； and Rhuarc to teach him the spears and the Aiel's odd way of fighting with both hands and feet。 The Warder knew something of that； and joined the practice sessions。 Most others avoided Rand； especially the wagon drivers； who had learned he was the Dragon Reborn； a man who could channel； when he caught one of those rough…faced men looking at him； the fellow might as well have been staring at the Dark One。 Not Kadere； though； or the gleeman。
Almost every morning as they started out； the peddler rode over on one of the mules from the wagons the Trollocs had burned； his face seeming even darker for the long white scarf tied about his head and hanging down his neck。 With Rand he was all diffidence； but his cold； unchanging eyes made his hooked nose look an eagle's beak in truth。
〃My Lord Dragon；〃 he had begun the morning after the attack； then wiped sweat from his face with his ever…present handkerchief and shifted unfortably on the battered old saddle he had found somewhere for the mule。 〃If I may call you that？〃
The charred wreckage of the three wagons was dwindling in the distance to the south； and with them the graves of two of Kadere's men and a good many more Aiel。 The Trollocs had been dragged from the camps and left for the scavengers； yipping； big…eared creatures … Rand did not know whether they
