rj.eyeoftheworld-第139章
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he spoiled lands in a heavy blanket。 He lay on his back with his head pillowed on his blanketroll； staring at the sky。 It was still blue； the sky。 Even here； that； at least； was untouched。
He was surprised to realize that he had slept。 For a minute the dim memory of a conversation overheard seemed like part of some dream。 Then he saw Nynaeve's red…rimmed eyes； she had not slept； obviously。 Lan's face was harder than ever； as if he had resumed a mask and did not intend to let it slip again。
Egwene went over and crouched beside the Wisdom； her face concerned。 He could not make out what they said。 Egwene spoke； and Nynaeve shook her head。 Egwene said something else； and the Wisdom waved her away dismissively。 Instead of going； Egwene bent her head closer； and for a few minutes the two women talked even more softly； with Nynaeve still shaking her head。 The Wisdom ended it with a laugh； hugging Egwene and； by her expression； making soothing talk。 When Egwene stood； though； she glared at the Warder。 Lan did not seem to notice； he did not look in Nynaeve's direction at all。
Shaking his head； Rand gathered his things； and gave his hands and face and teeth a hasty wash with the little water Lan allowed for such things。 He wondered if women had a way of reading men's minds。 It was an unsettling thought。 All women are Aes Sedai。 Telling himself he was letting the Blight get to him； he rinsed out his mouth and hurried to get the bay saddled。
It was more than a little disconcerting； having the campsite disappear before he reached the horses； but by the time his saddle girth was tight everything on the hill winked back into view。 Everyone was hurrying。
The seven towers stood plain in the morning light； distant broken stumps； like huge； rough hills that merely hinted at grandeur gone。 The hundred lakes were a smooth； unruffled blue。 Nothing broke the surface this morning。 When he looked at the lakes and the ruined towers； he could almost ignore the sickly things growing around the hill。 Lan did not seem to be avoiding looking at the towers； any more than he seemed to be avoiding Nynaeve； but somehow he never did as he concentrated on getting them ready to go。
After the wicker panniers were fastened on the packhorse； after every scrap and smudge and track were gone and everyone else was mounted； the Aes Sedai stood in the middle of the hilltop with her eyes closed； not even seeming to breathe。 Nothing happened that Rand could see； except that Nynaeve and Egwene shivered despite the heat and rubbed their arms briskly。 Egwene's hands suddenly froze on her arms； and she opened her mouth； staring at the Wisdom。 Before she could speak； Nynaeve also ceased her rubbing and gave her a sharp look。 The two women looked at one another； then Egwene nodded and grinned； and after a moment Nynaeve did； too； though her smile was only halfhearted。
Rand scrubbed his fingers through his hair； already more damp with sweat than with the water he had splashed in his face。 He was sure there was something in the silent exchange that he should understand； but that feather…light brush across his mind vanished before he could grasp it。
〃What are we waiting for？〃 Mat demanded； the low band of his scarf across his forehead。 He had his bow across the pommel of his saddle with an arrow nocked； and his quiver pulled around on his belt for an easy reach。
Moiraine opened her eyes and started down the hill。 〃For me to remove the last vestige of what I did here last night。 The residues would have dissipated on their own in a day； but I will not take any risk I can avoid now。 We are too close； and the Shadow is too strong here。 Lan？〃
The Warder only waited for her to settle in Aldieb's saddle before he led them north； toward the Mountains of Dhoom； looming in the near distance。 Even under the sunrise the peaks rose black and lifeless； like jagged teeth。 In a wall they stretched； east and west as far as the eye could see。
〃Will we reach the Eye today； Moiraine Sedai？〃 Egwene asked。
The Aes Sedai gave Loial a sidelong look。 〃I hope that we will。 When I found it before； it was just the other side of the mountains； at the foot of the high passes。〃
〃He says it moves；〃 Mat said； nodding at Loial。 〃What if it isn't where you expect？〃
〃Then we will continue to hunt until we do find it。 The Green Man senses need； and there can be no need greater than ours。 Our need is the hope of the world。〃
As the mountains drew closer； so did the true Blight。 Where a leaf had been spotted black and mottled yellow before； now foliage fell wetly while he watched； breaking apart from the weight of its own corruption。 The trees themselves were tortured； crippled things； twisted branches clawing at the sky as if begging mercy from some power that refused to hear。 Ooze slid like pus from bark cracked and split。 As if nothing truly solid was left to them； the trees seemed to tremble from the passage of the horses over the ground。
〃Look as if they want to grab us；〃 Mat said nervously。 Nynaeve gave him an exasperated； scornful look； and he added fiercely； 〃Well； they do look it。〃
〃And some of them do want it；〃 the Aes Sedai said。 Her eyes over her shoulder were harder than Lan's for an instant。 〃But they want no part of what I am； and my presence protects you。〃
Mat laughed uneasily； as if he thought it a joke on her part。
Rand was not so sure。 This was the Blight； after all。 But trees don't move。 Why would a tree grab a man； even if it could？ We're imagining things； and she's just trying to keep us alert。
Abruptly he stared off to his left； into the forest。 That tree； not twenty paces away； had trembled； and it was none of his imagination。 He could not say what kind it was； or had been； so gnarled and tormented was its shape。 As he watched； the tree suddenly whipped back and forth again； then bent down； flailing at the ground。 Something screamed； shrill and piercing。 The tree sprang back straight； its limbs entwined around a dark mass that writhed and spat and screamed。
He swallowed hard and tried to edge Red away； but trees stood on every side； and trembled。 The bay rolled his eyes； whites showing all the way around。 Rand found himself in a solid knot of horseflesh as everyone else tried to do the same as he。
〃Keep moving；〃 Lan manded； drawing his sword。 The Warder wore steel…backed gauntlets now； and his gray…green scale tunic。 〃Stay with Moiraine Sedai。〃 He pulled Mandarb around； not toward the tree and its prey； but in the other direction。 With his color…shifting cloak； he was swallowed by the Blight before the black stallion was out of sight。
〃Close；〃 Moiraine urged。 She did not slow her white mare； but she motioned the others to huddle nearer to her。 〃Stay as close as you can。〃
A roar sprang up from the direction the Warder had gone。 It beat at the air； and the trees quivered from it； and when it faded away； it seemed to echo still。 Again the roar came； filled with rage and death。
〃Lan；〃 Nynaeve said。 〃He … 〃
The awful sound cut her off； but there was a new note in it。 Fear。 Abruptly it was gone。
〃Lan can look after himself；〃 Moiraine said。 〃Ride； Wisdom。〃
From out of the trees the Warder appeared； holding his sword well clear of himself and his mount。 Black blood stained the blade； and steam rose from it。 Carefully； Lan wiped the blade clean with a cloth he took from his saddlebags； examining the steel to make sure he had gotten every spot。 When he dropped the cloth； it fell apart before it reached the ground； even the fragments dissolving。
Silently a massive body leaped out of the trees at them。 The Warder spun Mandarb； but even as the warhorse reared； ready to strike with steelshod hooves； Mat's arrow flashed； piercing the one eye in a head that seemed mostly mouth and teeth。 Kicking and screaming； the thing fell； one bound short of them。 Rand stared as they hurried past。 Stiff hair like long bristles covered it； and it had too many legs； joining a body as big as a bear at odd angles。 Some of them at least； those ing out of its back； had to be useless for walking； but the finger…long claws at their ends tore the earth in its death agony。
〃Good shooting； sheepherder。〃 Lan's eyes had already forgotten what was dying behind them； and were searching the forest。
Moiraine shook her head。 〃It should not have been willing to e so close to one who touches the True Source。〃
〃Agelmar said the Blight stirs；〃 Lan said。 〃Perhaps the Blight also knows a Web is forming in the Pattern。〃
〃Hurry。〃 Moiraine dug her heels into Aldieb's flanks。 〃We must get over the high passes quickly。〃
But even as she spoke the Blight rose against them。 Trees whipped in； reaching for them； not caring if Moiraine touched the True Source or not。
Rand's sword was in his hand； he did not remember unsheathing it。 He struck out again and again； the heron…mark blade slicing through corrupted limbs。 Hungry branches jerked back severed； writhing stumps … he almost thought he heard them scream … but always more came； wriggling like snakes； attempting to snare his arms； his waist； his neck。 Teeth bared in a rictus snarl； he sought the void； and found it in the stony； stubborn soil of the Two Rivers。 〃Manetheren！〃 He screamed back at the trees till his throat ached。 The heron…mark steel flashed in the strengthless sunlight。 〃Manetheren！ Manetheren！〃
Standing in his stirrups； Mat sent arrow after arrow flashing into the forest； striking at deformed shapes that snarled and gnashed uncounted teeth on the shafts that killed them； bit at the clawed forms fighting to get over them； to reach the mounted figures。 Mat； too； was lost to the present。 〃Carai an Caldazar！〃 he shouted as he drew fletchings to cheek and loosed。 〃Carai an Ellisande！ Al Ellisande！ Mordero daghain pas duente cuebiyar！ Al Ellisande！〃
Perrin also stood in his stirrups； silent and grim。 He had taken the lead； and his axe hewed a path through forest and foul flesh alike； whichever came before him。 Flailing trees and howling things shied from the stocky axeman； shying as much from the fierce golden eyes as from the whistling axe。 He forced his horse forward； step by determined step。
Fireballs streaked from Moiraine's hands； and where they struck； a writhing tree became a torch； a toothed shape shrieked and beat with human hands； rent its own flaming flesh with fierce claws until it died。
Again and again the Warder took Mandarb into the trees； his blade and gauntlets dripping with blood that bubbled and steamed。 When he came back now； more often than not there were gashes in his armor； bleeding gashes in his flesh； and his warhorse stumbled and bled； too。 Each time the Aes Sedai paused to lay her hands on the wounds； and when she took them away； only the blood was left on unmarked flesh。
〃I light signal fires for the Halfmen；〃 she said bitterly。 〃Press on。 Press on！〃 They made their way one slow pace at a time。
If the trees had not struck into the mass of attacking flesh as much as at the humans； if the creatures； no two alike； had not fought the trees and one another as much as to reach
