rj.thepathofdaggers-第2部分

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gs　rarely　made　much　pretense　of　listening　to　councilors；　relying　instead　on　their　queens　…　but　he　was　more　than　he　appeared　at　a　glance。　Agelmar　Jagad　could　have　been　a　larger　version　of　Easar；　a　simple；　plainly　garbed　man　of　steel　and　stone　with　more　weapons　hung　about　him　than　Baldhere　carried；　sudden　death　waiting　to　be　unleashed；　while　Alesune　Chulin　was　as　slim　as　Serailla　was　stout；　as　pretty　as　Serailla　was　plain；　and　as　fiery　as　Serailla　was　calm。　Alesune　seemed　born　to　her　fine；　blue　silks。　It　was　well　to　remember　that　judging　Serailla　by　her　surface　was　a　mistake；　too。
　　　　　　　〃Peace　and　the　Light　favor　you；　Ethenielle　of　Kandor；〃　Easar　said　gruffly　as　Ethenielle　reined　in　before　them；　and　at　the　same　time　Paitar　intoned；　〃The　Light　embrace　you；　Ethenielle　of　Kandor。〃　Paitar　still　had　a　voice　to　make　women's　hearts　beat　faster。　And　a　wife　who　knew　he　was　hers　to　his　bootsoles；　Ethenielle　doubted　that　Menuki　had　ever　had　a　jealous　moment　in　her　life；　or　cause　for　one。
　　　　　　　She　made　her　own　greetings　just　as　short；　ending　with　a　direct　〃I　hope　you've　e　this　far　without　detection。〃
　　　　　　　Easar　snorted　and　leaned　on　his　cantle；　eyeing　her　grimly。　A　hard　man；　but　eleven　years　widowed　and　still　mourning。　He　had　written　poetry　for　his　wife。　There　was　always　more　than　the　surface。　〃If　we've　been　seen；　Ethenielle；〃　he　grumbled；　〃then　we　might　as　well　turn　back　now。〃
　　　　　　　〃You　speak　of　turning　back　already？〃　Between　his　tone　and　a　flip　of　his　tasseled　reins；　Shianri　managed　to　bine　disdain　with　barely　enough　civility　to　forestall　a　challenge。　Even　so；　Agelmar　studied　him　coldly；　shifting　in　his　saddle　slightly；　a　man　recalling　where　each　of　his　weapons　was　placed。　Old　allies　in　many　battles　along　the　Blight；　but　those　new　suspicions　swirled。
　　　　　　　Alesune　made　her　mount　dance；　a　gray　mare　as　tall　as　a　war…horse。　The　thin　white　streaks　in　her　long　black　hair　suddenly　seemed　crests　on　a　helmet；　and　her　eyes　made　it　easy　to　forget　that　Shienaran　women　neither　trained　with　weapons　nor　fought　duels。　Her　title　was　simply　shatayan　of　the　royal　household；　yet　whoever　believed　any　shatayan's　influence　stopped　at　ordering　the　cooks　and　maids　and　victualers　made　a　grave　error。　〃Foolhardiness　is　not　courage；　Lord　Shianri。　We　leave　the　Blight　all　but　unguarded；　and　if　we　fail；　maybe　even　if　we　succeed；　some　of　us　could　find　our　heads　on　spikes。　Perhaps　all　of　us　will。　The　White　Tower　may　well　see　to　it　if　this　al'Thor　does　not。〃
　　　　　　　〃The　Blight　seems　almost　asleep；〃　Terasian　muttered；　whiskers　rasping　as　he　rubbed　his　fleshy　chin。　〃I've　never　seen　it　so　quiet。〃
　　　　　　　〃The　Shadow　never　sleeps；〃　Jagad　put　in　quietly；　and　Terasian　nodded　as　if　that；　too；　was　something　to　consider。　Agelmar　was　the　best　general　of　them　all；　one　of　the　best　to　be　found　anywhere；　but　Terasian's　place　at　Paitar's　right　hand　had　not　e　because　he　was　a　good　drinking　panion。
　　　　　　　〃What　I've　left　behind　can　guard　the　Blight　short　of　the　Trolloc　Wars　ing　again；〃　Ethenielle　said　in　a　firm　voice。　〃I　trust　you've　all　done　as　well。　It　hardly　matters；　though。　Does　anyone　believe　we　truly　can　turn　back　now？〃　She　made　that　last　question　dry；　expecting　no　answer；　but　she　received　one。
　　　　　　　〃Turn　back？〃　a　young　woman's　high　voice　demanded　behind　her。　Tenobia　of　Saldaea　galloped　into　the　gathering；　drawing　her　white　gelding　up　so　that　he　reared　flamboyantly。　Thick　lines　of　pearls　marched　down　the　dark　gray　sleeves　of　her　narrow…skirted　riding　habit；　while　red…and…gold　embroidery　swirled　thickly　to　emphasize　the　narrowness　of　her　waist　and　the　roundness　of　her　bosom。　Tall　for　a　woman；　she　managed　to　be　pretty　if　not　beautiful　despite　a　nose　that　was　overbold　at　best。　Large　tilted　eyes　of　a　dark　deep　blue　certainly　helped；　but　so　did　a　confidence　in　herself　so　strong　that　she　seemed　to　glow　with　it。　As　expected；　the　Queen　of　Saldaea　was　acpanied　only　by　Kalyan　Ramsin；　one　of　her　numerous　uncles；　a　scarred　and　grizzled　man　with　the　face　of　an　eagle　and　thick　mustaches　that　curved　down　around　his　mouth。　Tenobia　Kazadi　tolerated　the　counsel　of　soldiers；　but　no　one　else。　〃I　will　not　turn　back；〃　she　went　on　fiercely；　〃whatever　the　rest　of　you　do。　I　sent　my　dear　Uncle　Davram　to　bring　me　the　head　of　the　false　Dragon　Mazrim　Taim；　and　now　he　and　Taim　both　follow　this　al'Thor；　if　I　can　believe　half　what　I　hear。　I　have　close　to　fifty　thousand　men　behind　me；　and　whatever　you　decide；　I　will　not　turn　back　until　my　uncle　and　al'Thor　learn　exactly　who　rules　Saldaea。〃
　　　　　　　Ethenielle　exchanged　glances　with　Serailla　and　Baldhere　while　Paitar　and　Easar　began　telling　Tenobia　that　they　also　meant　to　keep　on。　Serailla　gave　her　head　the　smallest　shake；　made　the　slightest　shrug。　Baldhere　rolled　his　eyes　openly。　Ethenielle　had　not　exactly　hoped　Tenobia　might　decide　at　the　last　to　stay　away；　but　the　girl　would　surely　make　difficulties。
　　　　　　　Saldaeans　were　a　strange　lot　…　Ethenielle　had　often　wondered　how　her　sister　Einone　managed　so　well　married　to　yet　another　of　Tenobia's　uncles　…　yet　Tenobia　carried　that　strangeness　to　extremes。　You　expected　showiness　from　any　Saldaean；　but　Tenobia　took　delight　in　shocking　Domani　and　making　Altarans　seem　drab。　Saldaean　tempers　were　legendary；　hers　was　wildfire　in　a　high　wind；　and　you　could　never　tell　what　would　provide　the　spark。　Ethenielle　did　not　even　want　to　think　of　the　difficulty　in　getting　the　woman　to　listen　to　reason　when　she　did　not　want　to；　only　Davram　Bashere　had　ever　been　able　to　do　that。　And　then　there　was　the　question　of　marriage。
　　　　　　　Tenobia　was　still　young；　though　years　past　the　age　she　should　have　wed　…　marriage　was　a　duty　for　any　member　of　a　ruling　House；　the　more　so　for　a　ruler；　alliances　had　to　be　made；　an　heir　provided　…　yet　Ethenielle　had　never　considered　the　girl　for　any　of　her　own　sons。　Tenobia's　requirements　for　a　husband　were　on　a　level　with　everything　else　about　her。　He　must　be　able　to　face　and　slay　a　dozen　Myrddraal　at　once。　While　playing　the　harp　and　posing　poetry。　He　must　be　able　to　confound　scholars　while　riding　a　horse　down　a　sheer　cliff。　Or　perhaps　up　it。　Of　course　he　would　have　to　defer　to　her　…　she　was　a　queen；　after　all　…　except　that　sometimes　Tenobia　would　expect　him　to　ignore　whatever　she　said　and　toss　her　over　his　shoulder。　The　girl　wanted　exactly　that！　And　the　Light　help　him　if　he　chose　to　toss　when　she　wanted　deference；　or　to　defer　when　she　wanted　the　other。　She　never　said　any　of　this　right　out；　but　any　woman　with　wits　who　had　heard　her　talk　about　men　could　piece　it　together　in　short　order。　Tenobia　would　die　a　maiden。　Which　meant　her　uncle　Davram　would　succeed；　if　she　left　him　alive　after　this；　or　else　Davram's　heir。
　　　　　　　A　word　caught　Ethenielle's　ear　and　jerked　her　upright　in　her　saddle。　She　should　have　been　paying　attention；　too　much　was　at　stake。　〃Aes　Sedai？〃　she　said　sharply。　〃What　about　Aes　Sedai？〃　Save　for　Paitar's；　their　White　Tower　advisors　had　all　left　at　news　of　the　troubles　in　the　Tower；　her　own　Nianh　and　Easar's　Aisling　vanishing　without　a　trace。　If　Aes　Sedai　had　gained　a　hint　of　their　plans。。。　Well；　Aes　Sedai　always　had　plans　of　their　own。　Always。　She　would　dislike　discovering　that　she　was　putting　her　hands　into　two　hornet　nests；　not　just　one。
　　　　　　　Paitar　shrugged；　looking　a　trifle　embarrassed。　That　was　no　small　trick　for　him；　he；　like　Serailla；　let　nothing　upset　him。　〃You　hardly　expected　me　to　leave　Coladara　behind；　Ethenielle；〃　he　said　in　soothing　tones；　〃even　if　I　could　have　kept　the　preparations　from　her。〃　She　had　not；　his　favorite　sister　was　Aes　Sedai；　and　Kiruna　had　given　him　a　deep　fondness　for　the　Tower。　Ethenielle　had　not　expected　it；　but　she　had　hoped。　〃Coladara　had　visitors；〃　he　continued。　〃Seven　of　them。　Bringing　them　along　seemed　prudent；　under　the　circumstances。　Fortunately；　they　require　little　convincing。　None；　in　truth。〃
　　　　　　　〃The　Light　illumine　and　preserve　our　souls；〃　Ethenielle　breathed；　and　heard　near　echoes　from　Serailla　and　Baldhere。　〃Eight　sisters；　Paitar？　Eight？〃　The　White　Tower　surely　knew　every　move　they　intended；　now。
　　　　　　　〃And　I　have　five　more；〃　Tenobia　put　in　as　if　announcing　she　had　a　new　pair　of　slippers。　〃They　found　me　just　before　I　left　Saldaea。　By　chance；　I'm　sure；　they　appeared　as　surprised　as　I　was。　Once　they　learned　what　I　was　doing　…　I　still　don't　know　how　they　did；　but　they　did　…　once　they　learned；　I　was　sure　they'd　go　scurrying　to　find　Memara。〃　Her　brows　furrowed　in　a　momentary　glare。　Elaida　had　miscalculated　badly　in　sending　a　sister　to　try　bullying　Tenobia。　〃Instead；〃　she　finished；　〃Illeisien　and　the　rest　were　more　intent　on　secrecy　than　I。〃
　　　　　　　〃Even　so；〃　Ethenielle　insisted。　〃Thirteen　sisters。　All　that　is　needed　is　for　one　of　them　to　find　some　way　to　send　a　message。　A　few　lines。　A　soldier　or　a　maid　intimidated。　Does　any　of　you　think　you　can　stop　them？〃
　　　　　　　〃The　dice　are　out　of　the　cup；〃　Paitar　said　simply。　What　was　done；　was　done。　Arafellin　were　almost　as　odd　as　Saldaeans；　in　Ethenielle's　book。
　　　　　　　〃Further　south；〃　Easar　added；　〃it　may　be　well　to　have　thirteen　Aes　Sedai　with　us。〃　That　brought　a　silence　while　the　implications　hung　in　the　air。　No　one　wanted　to　voice　them。　This　was　far　different　from　facing　the　Blight。
　　　　　　　Tenobia　gave　a　sudden；　shocking　laugh。　Her　gelding　tried　to　dance；　but　she　settled　him。　〃I　mean　to　press　south　as　fast　as　I　can；　but　I　invite　you　all　to　dine　with　me　in　my　camp　tonight。　You　can　speak　with　Illeisien　and　her　friends；　and　see　whether　your　judgment　matches　mine。　Perhaps　tomorrow　night　we　can　all　gather　in　Paitar's　camp　and　question　his　Coladara's　friends。〃　The　suggestion　was　so　sensible；　so　obviously　necessary；　that　it　brought　instant　agreement。　And　then　Tenobia　added；　as　if　an　afterthought；　〃My　uncle　Kalyan　would　be　honored　if　you　allowed　him　to　sit　beside　you　tonight；　Ethenielle。　He　admires　you　greatly。〃
　　　　　　　Ethenielle　glanced　toward　Kalyan　Ramsin　…　the　fellow　had　sat　his　horse　silently　behind　Tenobia；　never　speaking；　hardly　seeming　to　breathe　…　she　merely　glanced　at　him；　and　for　an　instant　that　grizzled　eagle　unhooded　his　eyes。　For　an　instant；　she　saw　something　she　had　not　seen　since　her　Brys　died；　a　man　looking　not　at　a　queen；　but　at　a　woman。　The　shock　of　it　was　a　blow　taking　her　breath。　Tenobia's　eyes　darted　from　her　uncle　to　Ethenielle；　her　tiny　smile　quite　satisfied。
　　　　　　　Outrage　flared　i