rj.thegreathunt-第39部分
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worthy of a heron…mark blade。〃 Mat snorted loudly； but Ingtar went on unperturbed。 〃Do not let Uno upset you。 He would treat Lord Agelmar like a raw recruit if he could。 Well； perhaps not Agelmar； but anyone else。 He has a tongue like a file； but he gives good advice。 He should； he's been campaigning since before I was born。 Listen to his advice； don't mind his tongue； and you will do all right with Uno。〃
〃I thought he was like Masema。〃 Rand shoveled stew into his mouth。 It was too hot； but he gulped it down。 They had not eaten since leaving Fal Dara； and he had been too worried to eat that morning。 His stomach rumbled； reminding him it was past time。 He wondered if telling Masema he liked the food would help。 〃Masema acts like he hates me； and I don't understand it。〃
〃Masema served three years in the Eastern Marches；〃 Ingtar said。 〃At Ankor Dail； against the Aiel。〃 He stirred his stew with his spoon； frowning。 〃I ask no questions； mind。 If Lan Dai Shan and Moiraine Sedai want to say you are from Andor； from the Two Rivers； then you are。 But Masema can't get the look of the Aiel out of his head； and when he sees you 。。。〃 He shrugged。 〃I ask no questions。〃
Rand dropped his spoon in the plate with a sigh。 〃Everybody thinks I'm somebody I am not。 I am from the Two Rivers； Ingtar。 I grew tabac with … with my father； and tended his sheep。 That is what I am。 A farmer and shepherd from the Two Rivers。〃
〃He's from the Two Rivers；〃 Mat said scornfully。 〃I grew up with him； though you'd never know it now。 You put this Aiel nonsense in his head on top of what's already there； and the Light knows what we'll have。 An Aiel lord； maybe。〃
〃No；〃 Loial said； 〃he has the look。 You remember； Rand； I remarked on it once； though I thought it was just because I didn't know you humans well enough then。 Remember？ 'Till shade is gone； till water is gone； into the Shadow with teeth bared； screaming defiance with the last breath； to spit in Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day。' You remember； Rand。〃
Rand stared at his plate。 Wrap a shoufa around your head； and you would be the image of an Aielman。 That had been Gawyn； brother to Elayne； the Daughter…Heir of Andor。 Everybody thinks I'm somebody I'm not。
〃What was that？〃 Mat asked。 〃About spitting in the Dark One's eye。〃
〃That's how long the Aiel say they'll fight；〃 Ingtar said； 〃and I don't doubt they will。 Except for peddlers and gleemen； Aiel divide the world in two。 Aiel； and enemies。 They changed that for Cairhien five hundred years ago； for some reason no one but an Aiel could understand； but I do not think they will ever do so again。〃
〃I suppose not；〃 Loial sighed。 〃But they do let the Tuatha'an； the Traveling People； cross the Waste。 And they don't see Ogier as enemies； either； though I doubt any of us would want to go out into the Waste。 Aiel e to Stedding Shangtai sometimes to trade for sung wood。 A hard people； though。〃
Ingtar nodded。 〃I wish I had some as hard。 Half as hard。〃
〃Is that a joke？〃 Mat laughed。 〃If I ran a mile wearing all the iron you're wearing； I would fall down and sleep a week。 You've done it mile after mile all day。〃
〃Aiel are hard；〃 Ingtar said。 〃Man and woman； hard。 I've fought them； and I know。 They will run fifty miles； and fight a battle at the end of it。 They're death walking； with any weapon or none。 Except a sword。 They will not touch a sword； for some reason。 Or ride a horse； not that they need to。 If you have a sword； and the Aielman has his bare hands； it is an even fight。 If you're good。 They herd cattle and goats where you or I would die of thirst before the day was done。 They dig their villages into huge rock spires out in the Waste。 They've been there since the Breaking； near enough。 Artur Hawkwing tried to dig them out and was bloodied； the only major defeats he ever suffered。 By day the air in the Aiel Waste shimmers with heat； and by night it freezes。 And an Aiel will give you that blue…eyed stare and tell you there is no place on earth he would rather be。 He won't be lying； either。 If they ever tried to e out； we would be hard…pressed to stop them。 The Aiel War lasted three years； and that was only four out of thirteen clans。〃
〃Gray eyes from his mother doesn't make him an Aiel；〃 Mat said。
Ingtar shrugged。 〃As I said； I ask no questions。〃
When Rand finally settled down for the night； his head hummed with unwanted thoughts。 Image of an Aielman。 Moiraine Sedai wants to say you're from the Two Rivers。 Aiel ravaged all the way to Tar Valon。 Born on the slopes of Dragonmount。 The Dragon Reborn。
〃I will not be used；〃 he muttered； but sleep was a long time ing。
Ingtar broke camp before the sun was up in the morning。 They had breakfasted and were riding south while the clouds in the east were still red with sunrise to e and dew still hung on the leaves。 This time Ingtar put out scouts； and though the pace was hard； it was no longer horse…killing。 Rand thought maybe Ingtar had realized they were not going to do it all in a day。 The trail still led south； Hurin said。 Until； two hours after the sun rose； one of the scouts came galloping back。
〃Abandoned camp ahead； my Lord。 Just on that hilltop there。 Must have been at least thirty or forty of them there last night； my Lord。〃
Ingtar put spurs to horse as if he had been told the Darkfriends were still there； and Rand had to keep pace or be trampled by the Shienarans who galloped up the hill behind him。
There was not much to see。 The cold ashes of campfires； well hidden in the trees； with what looked like the remnants of a meal tossed in them。 A refuse heap too near the fires and already buzzing with flies。
Ingtar kept the others back； and dismounted to walk through the campsite with Uno； examining the ground。 Hurin rode the circumference of the site； sniffing。 Rand sat his stallion with the other men； he had no desire for any closer look at a place where Trollocs and Darkfriends had camped。 And a Fade。 And something worse。
Mat scrambled up the hill afoot and stalked into the campsite。 〃Is this what a Darkfriend camp looks like？ Smells a bit； but I can't say it looks any different from anybody else's。〃 He kicked at one of the ash heaps； knocking out a piece of burned bone； and stooped to pick it up。 〃What do Darkfriends eat？ Doesn't look like a sheep bone； or a cow。〃
〃There was murder done here；〃 Hurin said mournfully。 He scrubbed at his nose with a kerchief。 〃Worse than murder。〃'
〃There were Trollocs here；〃 Ingtar said； looking straight at Mat。 〃I suppose they got hungry； and the Darkfriends were handy。〃 Mat dropped the blackened bone； he looked as if he were going to be sick。
〃They are not going south any longer； my Lord；〃 Hurin said。 That took everyone's attention。 He pointed back； to the northeast。 〃Maybe they've decided to break for the Blight after all。 Go around us。 Maybe they were just trying to put us off by ing south。〃 He did not sound as if he believed it。 He sounded puzzled。
〃Whatever they were trying；〃 Ingtar snarled； 〃I'll have them now。 Mount！〃
Little more than an hour later； though； Hurin drew rein。 〃They changed again； my Lord。 South again。 And they killed someone else here。〃
There were no ashes there； in the gap between two hills； but a few minutes' search found the body。 A man curled up and stuffed under some bushes。 The back of his head was smashed in； and his eyes still bulged with the force of the blow。 No one recognized him； though he was wearing Shienaran clothes。
〃We'll waste no time burying Darkfriends；〃 Ingtar growled。 〃We ride south。〃 He suited his own words almost before they were out of his mouth。
The day was the same as the day before had been； though。 Uno studied tracks and droppings； and said they had gained a little ground on their quarry。 Twilight came with no sight of Trollocs or Darkfriends； and the next morning there was another abandoned camp … and another murder done； so Hurin said … and another change of direction； this time to the northwest。 Less than two hours on that track found another body； a man with his skull split open by an axe； and another change of direction。 South again。 Again gaining ground； by Uno's reading of the tracks。 Again seeing nothing but distant farms until nightfall。 And the next day was the same； changes in direction； murders and all。 And the next。
Every day brought them a little closer behind their prey； but Ingtar fumed。 He suggested cutting straight across when the trail changed direction of a morning … surely they would e on the trail heading south again； and gain more time … and before anyone could speak； he said it was a bad idea； in case this once the men they hunted did not turn south。 He urged everyone to greater speed； to start earlier and ride till full dark。 He reminded them of the charge the Amyrlin Seat had given them； to recover the Horn of Valere； and let nothing bar their way。 He spoke of the glory they would have； their names remembered in story and history； in gleemen's tales and bards' songs； the men who found the Horn。 He talked as if he could not stop； and he stared down the trail they followed as if his hope of the Light lay at the end of it。 Even Uno began to look at him askance。
And so they came to the River Erinin。
It could not properly be called a village at all； to Rand's mind。 He sat his horse among the trees； peering up at half a dozen small houses with wood…shingled roofs and eaves almost to the ground； on a hilltop overlooking the river beneath the morning sun。 Few people passed this way。 It was only a few hours since they had broken camp； but past time for them to have found the remains of the Darkfriends' resting place if the pattern held。 They had seen nothing of the sort； however。
The river itself was not much like the mighty Erinin of story； here so far toward its source in the Spine of the World。 Perhaps sixty paces of swift water to the far bank； lined with trees； and a barge…like ferry on a thick rope spanning the distance。 The ferry sat snugged against the other side。
For once the trail had led straight to human habitation。 Straight to the houses on the hill。 No
