rj.thegreathunt-第43部分
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sn't。 You say what you bloody want to； but you watch how you flaming say it； or I'll bloody skin you myself； and burn the goat…kissing hide； you sheep…gutted milk…drinker。〃
Rand paused with one foot on the ground and the other still in the stirrup。 The same woman？ But there wasn't any woman at the ferry； just some curtains blowing in the wind。 And she couldn't have gotten to that village ahead of us if there had been。 The village 。。。
He shied away from the thought。 Even more than the Fade nailed to the door； he wanted to forget that room； and the flies； and the people who were there and not there。 The Halfman had been real … everybody had seen that … but the room 。。。 Maybe I'm finally going mad。 He wished Moiraine was there to talk to。 Wishing for an Aes Sedai。 You are a fool。 You're well out of that； now stay out。 But am I out？ What happened there？
〃Packhorses and supplies in the middle；〃 Ingtar manded as the lancers went about setting up camp。 〃Rub the horses down； then saddle them again in case we must move quickly。 Every man sleeps by his mount； and there'll be no fires tonight。 Watch changes every two hours。 Uno； I want scouts out； as far as they can ride and return before dark。 I want to know what is out there。〃
He's feeling it； Rand thought。 It isn't just some Darkfriends and a few Trollocs and maybe a Fade anymore。 Just some Darkfriends and a few Trollocs； and maybe a Fade！ Even a few days before there would not have been any 〃just〃 about it。 Even in the Borderlands； even with the Blight less than a day's ride； Darkfriends and Trollocs and Myrddraal had been bad enough for a nightmare； then。 Before he had seen a Myrddraal nailed to a door。 What in the Light could have done that？ What not in the Light？ Before he had walked into a room where a family had had their supper and their laughter cut off。 I must have imagined it。 I must have。 Even in his own head he did not sound very convincing。 He had not imagined the wind on the tower top； or the Amyrlin saying…
〃Rand？〃 He jumped as Ingtar spoke at his shoulder。 〃Are you going to stay all night with one foot in the stirrup？〃
Rand put his other foot on the ground。 〃Ingtar； what happened back at that village？〃
〃Trollocs took them。 The same as the people at the ferry。 That is what happened。 The Fade 。。。〃 Ingtar shrugged and stared down at a flat； canvas…wrapped bundle； large and square； in his arms； he stared at it as if he saw hidden secrets he would rather not know。 〃The Trollocs took them for food。 They do it in villages and farms near the Blight； too； sometimes； if a raid gets past the border towers in the night。 Sometimes we get the people back； and sometimes not。 Sometimes we get them back and almost wish we hadn't。 Trollocs don't always kill before they start butchering。 And Halfmen like to have their 。。。 fun。 That's worse than what the Trollocs do。〃 His voice was as steady as if he were talking of every day； and perhaps he was； for a Shienaran soldier。
Rand took a deep breath to steady his stomach。 〃The Fade back there didn't have any fun； Ingtar。 What could nail a Myrddraal to a door； alive？〃
Ingtar hesitated； shaking his head； then pushed the big bundle at Rand。 〃Here。 Moiraine Sedai told me to give you this at the first camp south of the Erinin。 I don't know what is in it； but she said you would need it。 She said to tell you to take care of it； your life may depend on it。〃
Rand took it reluctantly； his skin prickled at the touch of the canvas。 There was something soft inside。 Cloth； maybe。 He held it gingerly。 He doesn't want to think about the Myrddraal either。 What happened in that room？ He realized suddenly that for him； the Fade； or even that room； was preferable to thinking about what Moiraine might have sent him。
〃I was told to tell you at the same time that if anything happens to me； the lances will follow you。〃
〃Me！〃 Rand gasped； forgetting the bundle and everything else。 Ingtar met his incredulous stare with a calm nod。 〃That's crazy！ I've never led anything but a flock of sheep； Ingtar。 They would not follow me anyway。 Besides； Moiraine can't tell you who your second is。 It's Uno。〃
〃Uno and I were called to Lord Agelmar the morning we left。 Moiraine Sedai was there； but it was Lord Agelmar who told me。 You are second； Rand。〃
〃But why； Ingtar？ Why？〃 Moiraine's hand was bright and clear in it； hers and the Amyrlin's； pushing him along the path they had chosen； but he had to ask。
The Shienaran looked as if he did not understand it either； but he was a soldier； used to odd mands in the endless war along the Blight。 〃I heard rumors from the women's apartments that you were really a 。。。 〃 He spread gauntleted hands。 〃No matter。 I know you deny it。 Just as you deny the look of your own face。 Moiraine Sedai says you're a shepherd； but I never saw a shepherd with a heron…mark blade。 No matter。 I'll not claim I would have chosen you myself； but I think you have it in you to do what is needed。 You will do your duty； if it es to it。〃
Rand wanted to say it was no duty of his； but instead he said； 〃Uno knows about this。 Who else； Ingtar？〃
〃All the lances。 When we Shienarans ride； every man knows who is next in line if the man in mand falls。 A chain unbroken right down to the last man left； even if he's nothing but a horseholder。 That way； you see； even if he is the last man； he is not just a straggler running and trying to stay alive。 He has the mand； and duty calls him to do what must be done。 If I go to the last embrace of the mother； the duty is yours。 You will find the Horn； and you will take it where it belongs。 You will。〃 There was a peculiar emphasis in Ingtar's last words。
The bundle in Rand's arms seemed to weigh ten stone。 Light； she could be a hundred leagues off； and she still reaches out and tugs the leash。 This way； Rand。 That way。 You're the Dragon Reborn； Rand。 〃I don't want the duty； Ingtar。 I will not take it。 Light； I'm just a shepherd！ Why won't anybody believe that？〃
〃You will do your duty； Rand。 When the man at the top of the chain fails； everything below him falls apart。 Too much is falling apart。 Too much already。 Peace favor your sword； Rand al'Thor。〃
〃Ingtar； I … 〃 But Ingtar was walking away； calling to see if Uno had the scouts out yet。
Rand stared at the bundle in his arms and licked his lips。 He was afraid he knew what was in it。 He wanted to look； yet he wanted to throw it in a fire without opening it； he thought he might； if he could be sure it would burn without anyone seeing what was inside； if he could be sure what was inside would burn at all。 But he could not look there； where other eyes than his might see。
He glanced around the camp。 The Shienarans were unloading the pack animals； some already handing out a cold supper of dried meat and flatbread。 Mat and Perrin tended their horses； and Loial sat on a stone reading a book； with his long…stemmed pipe clenched between his teeth and a wisp of smoke curling above his head。 Gripping the bundle as if afraid he might drop it； Rand sneaked into the trees。
He knelt in a small clearing sheltered by thick…foliaged branches and set the bundle on the ground。 For a time he just stared at it。 She wouldn't have。 She couldn't。 A small voice answered； Oh； yes； she could。 She could and would。 Finally he set about untying the small knots in the cords that bound it。 Neat knots； tied with a precision that spoke loudly of Moiraine's own hand； no servant had done this for her。 She would not have dared let any servant see。
When he had the last cord unfastened； he opened out what was folded inside with hands that felt numb； then stared at it； his mouth full of dust。 It was all of one piece； neither woven； nor dyed； nor painted。 A banner； white as snow； big enough to be seen the length of a field of battle。 And across it marched a rippling figure like a serpent scaled in gold and crimson； but a serpent with four scaled legs； each tipped with five golden claws； a serpent with eyes like the sun and a golden lion's mane。 He had seen it once before； and Moiraine had told him what it was。 The banner of Lews Therin Telamon； Lews Therin Kinslayer； in the War of the Shadow。 The banner of the Dragon。
〃Look at that！ Look what he's got； now！〃 Mat burst into the clearing。 Perrin came after him more slowly。 〃First fancy coats；〃 Mat snarled； 〃and now a banner！ We'll hear no end of lording it now； with … 〃 Mat got close enough to see the banner clearly； and his jaw dropped。 〃Light！〃 He stumbled back a step。 〃Burn me！〃 He had been there； too； when Moiraine named the banner。 So had Perrin。
Anger boiled up in Rand； anger at Moiraine and the Amyrlin Seat； pushing him； pulling him。 He snatched up the banner in both hands and shook it at Mat； words boiling out uncontrollably。 〃That's right！ The Dragon's banner！〃 Mat took another step back。 〃Moiraine wants me to be a puppet on Tar Valon strings； a false Dragon for the Aes Sedai。 She's going to push it down my throat whatever I want。 But…I…will …not…be…used！〃
Mat had backed up against a tree trunk。 〃A false Dragon？〃 He swallowed。 〃You？ That 。。。 that's crazy。〃
Perrin had not retreated。 He squatted down with his thick arms on his knees and studied Rand with those bright golden eyes。 In the evening shadows they seemed to shine。 〃If the Aes Sedai want you for a false Dragon 。。。〃 He paused； frowning； thinking things through。 Finally； he said quietly； 〃Rand； can you channel？〃 Mat gave a strangled gasp。
Rand let the banner drop； he hesitated only a moment before nodding wearily。 〃I did not ask for it。 I don't want it。 But 。。。 But I do not think I know how to stop it。〃 The room with the flies came back unbidden to his mind。 〃I don't think they'll let me stop。〃
〃Burn me！〃 Mat breathed。 〃Blood and bloody ashes！ They'll kill us； you know。 All of us。 Perrin and me as well as you。 If Ingtar and the others find out； they will cut our bloody throats for Darkfriends。 Light； they'll probably think we were part of stealing the Horn； and killing those people in Fal Dara。〃
〃Shut up； Mat；〃 Perrin said calmly。
〃Don't tell me to shut up。 If Ingtar doesn't kill us； Rand
