rj.thepathofdaggers-第25章
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me； they really might bring a hundred damane； or more； and based on the little Egwene would let herself say of her captivity； most of those women really would be eager to help collar others。 She said that what had turned her stomach most had been the sight of damane from Seanchan laughing with their sul'dam； fawning and playing with them； well…trained hounds with their affectionate handlers。 Egwene said some of the women collared in Falme had been that way； too。 It made Elayne's blood run cold。 She would die before letting them put that leash on her！ And she would as soon let the Forsaken have what she had found as the Seanchan。 She went running to the cistern； Aviendha at her side breathing almost as hard as she was herself。
It seemed Alise really had thought of everything； though。 The ter'angreal were already stowed away on the packhorses。 The unsearched panniers remained full of jumbled odds and ends and the Light knew what； but those she and Aviendha had emptied now bulged with coarse sacks of flour and salt； beans and lentils。 A handful of stablefolk minded the packanimals instead of running about with their arms full。 Doing Alise's bidding； no doubt。 Even Birgitte went trotting off at the woman's call with no more than a rueful grin！
Elayne lifted canvas covers to examine the ter'angreal as well as she could without unloading them again。 Everything appeared to be there； a bit tumbled together in two panniers； not enough to fill them； but nothing broken。 Not that anything short of the One Power itself could break most ter'angreal； yet even so。。。
Aviendha took a seat cross…legged on the ground； blotting sweat from her face with a large； plain linen handkerchief that seemed very much at odds with her pretty silk riding dress。 Even she was beginning to show weariness。 〃What are you muttering about； Elayne？ You sound like Nynaeve。 This Alise has only saved us the trouble of packing those things ourselves。〃
Elayne colored faintly。 She had not meant to speak aloud。 〃I just don't want anyone handling them who doesn't know what they are doing； Aviendha。〃 Some ter'angreal could trigger even for people unable to channel； if they did the wrong thing； but the truth was； she did not want anyone handling them。 They were hers！ The Hall was not going to hand these over to some other sister just because she was older and more experienced； or hide them away because studying ter'angreal was too dangerous。 With this many examples to study； maybe she could finally figure out how to make ter'angreal that worked every time； there had been far too many failures and half…successes。 〃They need someone who knows what she's doing；〃 she said； lashing the stiff canvas back in place。
Order began to appear out of pandemonium more rapidly than Elayne expected； though not as fast as she could have wished。 Of course； she admitted reluctantly； nothing slower than instantaneous could have matched her wishes。 Unable to keep her eyes off the sky； she sent Careane running back to the top of the hill to watch toward Ebou Dar。 The stocky Green grumbled a bit under her breath before curtsying； and even frowned at the Kinswomen dashing about as if on the point of suggesting one of them instead； but Elayne wanted someone who would not faint at the sight of 〃Shadowspawn〃 approaching； and Careane stood lowest among the sisters。 Adeleas and Vandene brought out Ispan between them； firmly shielded and the leather sack back over her head。 She walked quite easily； and nothing visible said that anything at all had been done to her； except。。。 Ispan kept her hands folded at her waist； never so much as trying to raise the sack for a peek； and when she was boosted into a saddle； she held out her wrists to be corded to the pommel without being told。 If she was that amenable； perhaps they had learned something from her。 Elayne just did not want to contemplate how the learning might have been achieved。
There were。。。 bumps； of course； of sorts； even with what might be rushing toward them。 What surely was rushing toward them。 Nynaeve getting her blue…plumed hat back was not really a bump； though it almost turned into one； Alise had found it； and handed it back telling Nynaeve she needed to shield her face from the sun if she wanted to keep that smooth pretty skin。 An open…mouthed Nynaeve watched the graying woman hurry off to deal with one of the numerous small problems； then ostentatiously shoved the hat under a strap of her saddlebags。
From the beginning Nynaeve set about flattening the real bumps； but Alise was nearly always there first； and where Alise met a bump； the bump flattened itself。 Several noblewomen demanded help packing their belongings； only to be informed in no uncertain terms that she had meant what she said and if they did not hop to it； they could live in what they stood in。 They hopped。 Some； and not only nobles； changed their minds about going when they learned the destination was Andor； and were literally chased away。 Afoot； and told to keep running as long as they could。 Every horse was needed； but they had to be well away before the Seanchan appeared； at the very least they could be expected to put anyone near the farm to the question。 As should have been expected； Nynaeve got into a shouting match with Renaile over the Bowl； and the turtle Talaan had used； which Renaile apparently had tucked behind her sash。 Hardly had they reached the stage of waving arms； however； than Alise was right there； and in short order the Bowl was back in Sareitha's care and the turtle in Merilille's。 Following which； Elayne was treated to the sight of Alise shaking her finger under the astonished nose of the Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships to the Atha'an Miere； delivering a tongue…lashing on the subject of theft that left Renaile spluttering indignantly。 Nynaeve did a little spluttering； too； stalking away empty…handed； yet Elayne thought she had never seen anyone look so forlorn。
All in all； it did not take very long； though。 The remaining women who had been at the farm gathered under the watchful eyes of the Knitting Circle … and of Alise； who carefully noted the last ten to arrive； all but two in fine embroidered silks； not much different from Elayne's。 Definitely not Kinswomen。 Elayne felt sure they really would do the washing…up anyway； Alise would not let a little thing like noble birth stand in her way。 The Windfinders lined up with their horses； surprisingly silent except for Renaile； who muttered imprecations whenever she saw Alise。 Careane was summoned back from the hilltop。 The Warders brought the sisters their mounts。 Almost everyone kept an eye on the sky； and saidar made halos around all of the older Aes Sedai and most of the Windfinders。 Around a few of the Kin； as well。
Leading her mare to the head of the line； at the cistern； Nynaeve fingered the angreal still on her hand as if she were going to be the one to make the gateway； ridiculous as the very idea might be。 For one thing； though she had washed her face … and donned her hat； strangely； all things considered … she still tottered whenever her self…control slipped。 Lan stayed practically at her shoulder； stone…faced as always； but if ever there was a man ready to catch a woman when she fell； it was he。 Even with the bracelet…and…rings； Nynaeve might not be able to manage enough to weave a gateway。 More important； she had been dashing about the farm ever since they first arrived； Elayne had spent a considerable time holding saidar right where they now stood。 She knew that spot。 Nynaeve scowled sulkily when Elayne embraced the Source； but at least she had sense enough to say nothing。
Right from the first Elayne wished that she had asked Aviendha for the woman…cloaked…in…her…own…hair； she was weary； too； and all the saidar she could draw was barely enough to form the weave so it would work。 The flows wavered in her grasp almost as if trying to twist free； then snapped into place so suddenly that she jumped； channeling when you were tired was not at all like other times； but this was the worst ever。 At least the familiar vertical slash of silver appeared as it should； and widened into an opening right alongside the cistern。 An opening no bigger than the one Aviendha had made； and at that； Elayne was grateful it was large enough to fit a horse through。 At the last； she had not been certain it would be。 Gasps rose from the Kinswomen； seeing a view of an upland meadow suddenly standing between them and the familiar gray bulk of the cistern。
〃You should have let me try；〃 Nynaeve said softly。 Softly； but with a sharp point even so。 〃You nearly fubbed it altogether。〃
Aviendha gave Nynaeve a flat look that almost made Elayne grab her arm。 The longer they remained near…sisters； the more she seemed to think she had to defend Elayne's honor； if they did bee first…sisters； Elayne could see having to keep her away from Nynaeve； and Birgitte； pletely！
〃It's done； Nynaeve；〃 she said quickly。 〃That's all that counts。〃 Nynaeve directed a flat look at her and muttered something about the day being prickly； as if Elayne were the one showing her snappish side。
Birgitte was the first through； grinning impudently at Lan； leading her horse with her bow already in her other hand。 Elayne could sense eagerness in her； a touch of satisfaction； perhaps that this time she had the lead instead of Lan … there was always a bit of rivalry between Warders … and a small measure of wariness。 Very small。 Elayne knew that meadow well； Gareth Bryne had taught her to ride not far from there。 About five miles over those first sparsely treed hills lay the manor house of one of her mother's estates。 One of her estates； she had to get used to that。 The seven families who tended the house and its grounds would be the only people for half a day's journey in any direction。
Elayne had chosen that destination because they could reach Caemlyn in two weeks from there。 And because the estate was so isolated； she might be entering Caemlyn before anyone knew she was in Andor。 That could be a very necessary precaution； at various times in Andor's history； rivals for the Rose Crown had been kept as 〃guests〃 until they relinquished their claims。 Her mother had kept two； until she took the throne。 With luck； she could have a solid base established by the time Egwene and the others arrived。
Lan took Mandarb right behind Birgitte's brown gelding； and Nynaeve lurched as if to rush after the black warhorse； then pulled herself up short with a level stare that dared Elayne to say a word。 Fiddling furiously with her reins； she made a visible effort to look anywhere except through the gateway after Lan。 Her lips moved。 After a moment； Elayne realized that she was counting。
〃Nynaeve；〃 she said quietly； 〃we really don't have time for … 〃
〃Move along；〃 Alise called from the rear； the sound of her hands clapping a sharp punctuating crack。 〃No pushing or shoving； now； but I'll have no laggards either！ Move along。〃
Nynaeve's head swung wildly； pained indecision painting her face。 For some reason she touched her wide hat； a few of its blue plumes broken and drooping； before pulling her hand away。 〃Oh； that goat…kissing old。。。！〃 she growled； the
