rj.theshadowrising-第2章
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ee women whose ages they could not guess； three women in the flush of their prime； yet with more maturity than their smooth cheeks suggested。 In the Tower； though； there was no question。 A woman who had worked very long with the One Power was not touched by time in the same way as other women。 In the Tower； no one needed to see a golden Great Serpent ring to know an Aes Sedai。
A ripple of curtsies spread through the huddle； and jerky bows from the few men。 Two or three people even fell to their knees。 The rich merchant looked frightened； the farm couple at her side stared at legends e to life。 How to deal with Aes Sedai was a matter of hearsay for most； it was unlikely that any here； except those who actually lived in Tar Valon； had seen an Aes Sedai before； and probably not even the Tar Valoners had been this close。
But it was not the Aes Sedai themselves that halted Min's tongue。 Sometimes； not often； she saw things when she looked at people； images and auras that usually flared and were gone in moments。 Occasionally she knew what they meant。 It happened rarely； the knowing … much more rarely than the seeing； even … but when she knew； she was always right。
Unlike most others； Aes Sedai…and their Warders…always had images and auras； sometimes so many dancing and shifting that they made Min dizzy。 The numbers made no difference in interpreting them； though； she knew what they meant for Aes Sedai as seldom as for anyone else。 But this time she knew more than she wanted to； and it made her shiver。
A slender woman with black hair falling to her waist； the only one of the three she recognized … her name was Ananda； she was Yellow Ajah … wore a sickly brown halo； shriveled and split by rotting fissures that fell in and widened as they decayed。 The small； fair…haired Aes Sedai beside Ananda was Green Ajah； by her green…fringed shawl。 The White Flame of Tar Valon on it showed for a moment when she turned her back。 And on her shoulder； as if nestled among the grape vines and flowering apple branches worked on her shawl； sat a human skull。 A small woman's skull； picked clean and sun…bleached。 The third； a plumply pretty woman halfway around the room； wore no shawl； most Aes Sedai did not except for ceremony。 The lift of her chin and the set of her shoulders spoke of strength and pride。 She seemed to be casting cool blue eyes on the petitioners through a tattered curtain of blood； crimson streamers running down her face。
Blood and skull and halo faded away in the dance of images around the three； came and faded again。 The petitioners stared in awe； seeing only three women who could touch the True Source and channel the One Power。 No one but Min saw the rest。 No one but Min knew those three women were going to die。 All on the same day。
〃The Amyrlin cannot see everyone；〃 Faolain said with poorly hidden impatience。 〃Her next public audience is not for ten days。 Tell me what you want； and I will arrange for you to see the sister who can best help you。〃
Min's eye flew to the bundle in her arms and stayed there； partly so she would not have to see again what she had already seen。 All three of them！ Light！ What chance was there that three Aes Sedai would die on the same day？ But she knew。 She knew。
〃I have the right to speak to the Amyrlin Seat。 In person。〃 It was a right seldom demanded … who would dare？ … but it existed。 〃Any woman has that right； and I ask it。〃
〃Do you think the Amyrlin Seat herself can see everyone who es to the White Tower？ Surely another Aes Sedai can help you。〃 Faolain gave heavy weight to the titles as if to overpower Min。 〃Now tell me what your question is about。 And give me your name； so the novice will know who to e for。〃
〃My name is。。。 Elmindreda。〃 Min winced in spite of herself。 She had always hated the name； but the Amyrlin was one of the few people living who had ever heard it。 If only she remembered。 〃I have the right to speak to the Amyrlin。 And my question is for her alone。 I have the right。〃
The Accepted arched an eyebrow。 〃Elmindreda？〃 Her mouth twitched toward an amused smile。 〃And you claim your rights。 Very well。 I will send word to the Keeper of the Chronicles that you wish to see the Amyrlin Seat personally； Elmindreda。〃
Min wanted to slap the woman for the way she emphasized 〃Elmindreda；〃 but instead she forced out a murmured 〃Thank you。〃
〃Do not thank me yet。 No doubt it will be hours before the Keeper finds time to reply； and it will certainly be that you can ask your question at the Mother's next public audience。 Wait with patience。 Elmindreda。〃 She gave Min a tight smile； almost a smirk； as she turned away。
Grinding her teeth； Min took her bundle to stand against the wall between two of the archways； where she tried to blend into the pale stonework。 Trust no one； and avoid notice until you reach the Amyrlin； Moiraine had told her。 Moiraine was one Aes Sedai she did trust。 Most of the time。 It was good advice in any case。 All she had to do was reach the Amyrlin； and it would be over。 She could don her own clothes again； see her friends； and leave。 No more need for hiding。
She was relieved to see that the Aes Sedai had gone。 Three Aes Sedai dying on one day。 It was impossible； that was the only word。 Yet it was going to happen。 Nothing she said or did could change it … when she knew what an image meant； it happened … but she had to tell the Amyrlin about this。 It might even be as important as the news she brought from Moiraine； though that was hard to believe。
Another Accepted came to replace one already there； and to Min's eyes bars floated in front of her apple…cheeked face； like a cage。 Sheriam； the Mistress of Novices； looked into the hall … after one glance； Min kept her gaze on the stone under her feet； Sheriam knew her all too well … and the red…haired Aes Sedai's face seemed battered and bruised。 It was only the viewing； of course； but Min still had to bite her lip to stifle a gasp。 Sheriam； with her calm authority and sureness； was as indestructible as the Tower。 Surely nothing could harm Sheriam。 But something was going to。
An Aes Sedai unknown to Min； wearing the shawl of the Brown Ajah； acpanied a stout woman in finely woven red wool to the doors。 The stout woman walked as lightly as a girl； face shining； almost laughing with pleasure。 The Brown sister was smiling； too； but her aura faded like a guttering candle flame。
Death。 Wounds； captivity； and death。 To Min it might as well have been printed on a page。
She set her eyes on her feet。 She did not want to see any more。 Let her remember； she thought。 She had not felt desperation at any tune on her long ride from the Mountains of Mist； not even on the two occasions when someone tried to steal her horse； but she felt it now。 Light； let her remember that bloody name。
〃Mistress Elmindreda？〃
Min gave a start。 The black…haired novice who stood before her was barely old enough to be away from home； perhaps fifteen or sixteen； though she made a great effort at dignity。 〃Yes？ I am。。。。 That is my name。〃
〃I am Sahra。 If you will e with me … 〃 Sahra's piping voice took on a note of wonder … 〃the Amyrlin Seat will see you in her study now。〃
Min gave a sigh of relief and followed eagerly。
Her cloak's deep hood still hid her face； but it did not stop her seeing； and the more she saw； the more she grew eager to reach the Amyrlin。 Few people walked the broad corridors that spiraled upward with their brightly colored floor tiles； and their wall hangings and golden lamp stands … the Tower had been built to hold far greater numbers than it did now … but nearly everyone she saw as she climbed higher wore an image or aura that spoke to her of violence and danger。
Warders hurried by with barely a glance for the two women； men who moved like hunting wolves； their swords only an afterthought to their deadliness； but they seemed to have bloody faces； or gaping wounds。 Swords and spears danced about their heads； threatening。 Their auras flashed wildly； flickered on the knife edge of death。 She saw dead men walking； knew they would die on the same day as the Aes Sedai in the entry hall； or at most a day later。 Even some of the servants； men and women with the Flame of Tar Valon on their breasts； hurrying about their work； bore signs of violence。 An Aes Sedai glimpsed down a side hallway appeared to have chains in the air around her； and another； crossing the corridor ahead of Min and her guide； seemed for most of those few strides to wear a silver collar around her neck。 Min's breath caught at that； she wanted to scream。
〃It can all be overwhelming to someone who's never seen it before；〃 Sahra said； trying and failing to sound as if the Tower were as ordinary to her now as her home village。 〃But you are safe here。 The Amyrlin Seat will make things right。〃 Her voice squeaked when she mentioned the Amyrlin。
〃Light； let her do just that；〃 Min muttered。 The novice gave her a smile that was meant to be soothing。
By the time they reached the hall outside the Amyrlin's study； Min's stomach was churning and she was treading almost on Sahra's heels。 Only the need to pretend that she was a stranger had kept her from running ahead long since。
One of the doors to the Amyrlin's chambers opened； and a young man with red…gold hair came stalking out； nearly striding into Min and her escort。 Tall and straight and strong in his blue coat thickly embroidered with gold on sleeves and collar； Gawyn of House Trakand； son of Queen Morgase of Andor； looked every inch the proud young lord。 A furious young lord。 There was no time to drop her head； he was staring down into her hood； right into her face。
His eyes widened in surprise； then narrowed to slits of blue ice。 〃So you are back。 Do you know where my sister and Egwene have gone？〃
〃They are not here？〃 Min forgot everything in a rising flood of panic。 Before she knew what she was doing she had seized his sleeves； peering up at him urgently； and forced him back a step。 〃Gawyn； they started for the Tower months ago！ Elayne and Egwene； and Nynaeve； too。 With Verin Sedai and。。。。 Gawyn； I。。。 I。。。。〃
〃Calm yourself；〃 he said； gently undoing her grip on his coat。 〃Light！ I didn't mean to frighten you so。 They arrived safely。 And would not say a word of where they had been； or why。 Not to me。 I suppose there's scant hope you will？〃 She thought she kept her face straight； but he took one look and said； 〃I thought not。 This place has more secrets than。。。。 They've vanished again。 And Nynaeve； too。〃 Nynaeve was almost an offhand addition； she might be one of Min's friends； but she meant nothing to him。 His voice began to roughen once more； growing tighter by the second。 〃Again without a word。 Not a word！ Supposedly they're on a farm somewhere as penance for running away； but I cannot find out where。 The Amyrlin won't give me a straight answer。〃
Min flinched； for a moment； streaks of dried blood had made his face a grim mask。 It was like a double hammer blow。 Her friends were gone… it had eased her ing to the Tower； knowing they were here… and Gawyn was going to be wounded on the day the Aes Sedai died。
Despite all she had seen since entering the Tower； despite her fear； none of it had really touched her personally until now。 Disaster striking the Tower would spread far from Tar Valon； yet she was not of
