rj.thepathofdaggers-第42部分
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unset。 Gulping down the honeyed porridge quickly； he told Aram to take his ease over breakfast； but the man looked so miserable that he relented； so Aram followed as he made his way around the camp。 The journey was not one Perrin enjoyed。
Men put down their bowls when he approached； or even stood until he passed。 He gritted his teeth whenever somebody he had grown up with； or worse； a man who had sent him on errands as a boy； called him Lord Perrin。 Not everyone did； but too many。 Far too many。 After a time； he gave up telling them to stop out of sheer weariness； all too often the reply was 〃Oh！ Whatever you say； Lord Perrin。〃 It was enough to make a man howl！
Despite that； he made himself pause to speak a word or two to every man。 Mainly； though； he kept his eyes open。 And his nose。 They all knew enough to keep their bows in good repair and tend the fletching and points on their arrows； but some would wear the soles out of their boots or the bottom out of their breeches without noticing； or let blisters fester because they could not be bothered to do anything about them just yet。 Several had the habit of picking up brandy when they could； and two or three of those had no head for it at all。 There had been a small village the day before reaching Bethal that held no fewer than three inns。
It was very strange。 Having Mistress Luhhan or his mother tell him he needed new boots or his breeches mended had always been embarrassing； and he was sure he would have been irritated at the same from anybody else； but from grizzled old Jondyn Barran on down； the Two Rivers men just said 〃Why； right you are； Lord Perrin； I'll see to it straight away〃 or some such。 He caught a number of them grinning at one another when he moved on。 And they smelled pleased！ When he rooted a clay jar of pear brandy out of Jori Congar's saddlebags … a skinny fellow who ate twice as much as anyone else and always looked as if he had not had a bite in a week； Jori was a good shot with a bow； but given a chance he would drink until he could not stand； and he had light fingers besides … Jori gave him a wide…eyed look and spread his hands as if he did not know where the jar had e from。 But as Perrin walked on； emptying the brandy onto the ground； Jori laughed； 〃You can't put anything over on Lord Perrin！〃 He sounded proud！ Sometimes； Perrin thought he was the only sane person left。
Another thing； he noticed。 One and all； they were very interested in what he did not say。 Man after man cast an eye toward the two banners that occasionally flapped atop their poles in a brief gust； Red Wolfhead and Red Eagle。 They eyed the banners and watched him； waiting for the order he had given every time the things had e out since reaching Ghealdan。 And often enough before that。 Except that he had said nothing yesterday； and he said nothing today； and he saw speculation blooming on men's faces。 He left behind clusters of men peering at the banners and at him； murmuring excitedly among themselves。 He did not try to listen。 What would they say if he was wrong； if the Whitecloaks or King Ailron decided they could look away from the Prophet and the Seanchan long enough to snuff out a supposed rebellion？ They were his responsibility； and he had already gotten too many of them killed。
The sun was more than peeking above the horizon； spreading a sharp morning light； by the time he finished； and over at the tent； Tallanvor and Lamgwin were lugging out chests under Lini's direction； while Maighdin and Breane appeared to be sorting the contents out on a broad patch of dead grass； blankets and linens mainly； and long bright swaths of silk satin that had been intended to drape the bed he had misplaced。 Faile must have been inside； because that gaggle of idiots were cooling their heels not far off。 No carrying and hauling for them。 Useful as rats in the barn。
Perrin thought about taking a look at Stayer and Stepper； but when he glanced through the trees at the horselines； he was seen。 No fewer than three of the farriers stepped out anxiously； watching him。 They were blocky men in leather aprons； alike as eggs in a basket； though Falton had only a fringe of white around his head； Aemin was graying； and Jerasid had not yet e into his middle years。 Perrin growled at the sight of them。 They would hover if he laid a hand on either horse； and goggle if he lifted a hoof。 The one time he had tried to change a worn shoe； on Stayer； all six farriers had darted about grabbing up tools before he could touch them； nearly knocking the bay over in their rush to do the work themselves。
〃They're afraid you don't trust them；〃 Aram said suddenly。 Perrin looked at him in surprise； and Aram shifted his shoulders in his coat。 〃I've talked to them； some。 They think if a lord tends his own horses； it must be because he doesn't trust them。 You might send them off； with no way to get home。〃 His tone said they were fools to think that； but he gave Perrin a sideways glance and shrugged again； unfortably。 〃I think they're embarrassed； too。 If you don't behave the way they think a lord should； it reflects on them； as they see it。〃
〃Light！〃 Perrin muttered。 Faile had said the same … about them being embarrassed； anyway … but he had believed it just a lord's daughter talking。 Faile had grown up surrounded by servants； yet how could a lady know the thoughts of a man who had to work for his bread？ He frowned toward the horselines。 Five of the farriers stood together watching him； now。 Embarrassed that he wanted to look after his own horses； and upset that he did not want them pulling wool and scratching gravel all over the place。 〃Do you think I ought to act like a fool in silk smallclothes？〃 he asked。 Aram blinked； and began studying his boots。 〃Light！〃 Perrin growled。
Spotting Basel Gill hurrying from the direction of the carts； Perrin moved to meet him。 He did not think he had done very well at making Gill feel at ease yesterday。 The stout man was talking to himself and once more mopping his head with a kerchief； sweating away in a rumpled dark gray coat。 The day's heat was beginning to take hold already。 He did not see Perrin until Perrin was nearly on him； and then he gave a jump； stuffing the kerchief into a coat pocket and making a bow。 He looked curried and brushed fit for a feastday。
〃Ah。 My Lord Perrin。 Your Lady told me to take a cart into Bethal。 She says I'm to find you some Two Rivers tabac； if I can； but I don't know that's possible。 Two Rivers leaf has always been dear； and trade isn't what it was。〃
〃She's sending you for tabac？〃 Perrin said； frowning。 He supposed secrecy had gone down the well； but still。 〃I bought three casks； two villages back。 Enough for everybody。〃
Gill shook his head firmly。 〃Not Two Rivers leaf； and your Lady says you like that above any other。 The Ghealdanin leaf will do for your men。 I'm to be your shambayan； she called it； and keep you and her supplied with what you need。 Not much different from what I did running the Blessing； really。〃 The similarity seemed to amuse him； his belly shook with quiet chuckles。 〃I have quite a list； though I can't say how much of it I'll find。 Good wine； herbs； fruit； candles and lamp oil； oilcloth and wax； paper and ink； needles； pins； oh； all sorts of things。 Tallanvor and Lamgwin and I are going； with some of your Lady's other retainers。〃
His Lady's other retainers。 Tallanvor and Lamgwin were bringing out yet another chest for the women to sort through。 They had to pass by the squatting clump of young fools； who never offered to lend a hand。 In fact； the layabouts ignored them pletely。
〃You keep an eye on that lot；〃 Perrin cautioned。 〃If one of them starts any trouble … if he even looks as if he will … you have Lamgwin crack his head。〃 And if it was one of the women？ They were just as likely； maybe more so。 Perrin grunted。 Faile's 〃retainers〃 were going to tie his belly into permanent knots yet。 Too bad she could not be satisfied with the likes of Master Gill and Maighdin。 〃You didn't mention Balwer。 Has he decided to go on alone？〃 Just then； a shift in the breeze brought him Balwer's scent； an alert smell very much at odds with the fellow's almost desiccated exterior。
Even for so reedy a man； Balwer made surprisingly little noise on the dried leaves underfoot。 In a sparrow…brown coat； he offered a quick bow； and his tilted head added to the image of a bird。 〃I am staying； my Lord；〃 he said cautiously。 Or maybe that was just his manner。 〃As your gracious Lady's secretary。 And yours； if it pleases you。〃 He stepped closer； very nearly a hop。 〃I am well versed； my Lord。 I possess a good memory and write a good hand； and my Lord can be assured that whatever he confides in me will never pass my lips to another。 The ability to keep secrets is a primary skill of a secretary。 Don't you have pressing duties for our new mistress； Master Gill？〃
Gill frowned at Balwer； opened his mouth； then closed it with a snap。 Spinning on his heel； he trotted away toward the tent。
For a moment Balwer watched him go； head to one side； lips pursed thoughtfully。 〃I can offer other services； as well； my Lord；〃 he said finally。 〃Knowledge。 I overheard some of my Lord's men speaking； and I understand that my Lord may have had some。。。 difficulties。。。 with the Children of the Light。 A secretary learns many things。 I know a surprising amount about the Children。〃
〃With any luck I can avoid Whitecloaks；〃 Perrin told him。 〃Better if you knew where the Prophet is。 Or the Seanchan。〃 He did not expect any of that； of course； but Balwer surprised him。
〃I cannot be certain； of course； but I think the Seanchan have not spread far beyond Amador as yet。 Fact is difficult to sift from rumor； my Lord； but I keep my ears open。 Of course； they do seem to move with unexpected suddenness。 A dangerous people； with large numbers of Taraboner soldiers。 I believe from Master Gill that my Lord knows of them； but I observed them closely in Amador； and what I saw is at my Lord's disposal。 As to the Prophet； there are as many rumors concerning him as the Seanchan； but I believe I can say reliably that he was recently at Abila； a largish town some forty leagues south of here。〃 B
