rj.eyeoftheworld-第65部分
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tices； and after a journey of many hardships they actually found the ruined city。 But it turned out the treasure had belonged to one of the Dreadlords themselves； and Trollocs had been sent to fetch it back to Shayol Ghul。 Almost every danger they really had faced … Trollocs； Myrddraal； Draghkar； Mordeth； Mashadar … assailed them at one point or another of the story； though the way Thom told it they all seemed to be aimed at him personally； and to have been handled by him with the greatest adroitness。 With much derring…do； mostly by Thom； they escaped； pursued by Trollocs； though they became separated in the night； until finally Thom and his two panions sought refuge on the last place left to them； Captain Domon's most wele ship。
As the gleeman finished up； Rand realized his mouth had been hanging open for some time and shut it with a click。 When he looked at Mat； his friend was staring wide…eyed at the gleeman。
Captain Domon drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair。 〃That be a tale many folk would no believe。 Of course； I did see the Trollocs； did I no。〃
Every word true；〃 Thom said blandly； 〃from one who lived it。〃
〃Happen you have some of this treasure with you？〃Thom spread his hands regretfully。 〃Alas； what little we managed to carry away was with our horses； which bolted when those last Trollocs appeared。 All I have left are my flute and my harp； a few coppers； and the clothes on my back。 But believe me； you want no part of that treasure。 It has the taint of the Dark One。 Best to leave it to the ruins and the Trollocs。〃
〃So you've no money to pay your passage。 I'd no let my own brother sail with me if he could no pay his passage； especially if he brought Trollocs behind him to hack up my railings and cut up my rigging。 Why should I no let you swim back where you came from； and be rid of you？〃
〃You wouldn't just put us ashore？〃 Mat said。 〃Not with Trollocs there？〃
〃Who said anything about shore？〃 Domon replied dryly。 He studied them a moment； then spread his hands flat on the table。 〃Bayle Domon be a reasonable man。 I'd no toss you over the side if there be a way out of it。 Now； I see one of your apprentices has a sword。 I need a good sword； and fine fellow that I be； I'll let you have passage far as Whitebridge for it。〃
Thom opened his mouth； and Rand spoke up quickly； 〃No！〃 Tam had not given it to him to trade away。 He ran his hand down the hilt； feeling the bronze heron。 As long as he had it； it was as if Tam were with him。
Domon shook his head。 〃Well； if it be no； it be no。 But Bayle Domon no give free passage； not to his own mother。〃
Reluctantly Rand emptied his pocket。 There was not much； a few coppers and the silver coin Moiraine had given him。 He held it out to the captain。 After a second； Mat sighed and did the same。 Thom glared； but a smile replaced it so quickly that Rand was not sure it had been there at all。
Captain Domon deftly plucked the two fat silver coins out of the boys' hands and produced a small set of scales and a clinking bag from a brassbound chest behind his chair。 After careful weighing； he dropped the coins in the bag and returned them each some smaller silver and copper。 Mostly copper。 〃As far as Whitebridge；〃 he said； making a neat entry in a leatherbound ledger。
〃That's a dear passage just to Whitebridge；〃 Thom grumbled。
〃Plus damages to my vessel；〃 the captain answered placidly。 He put the scales and the bag back in the chest and closed it in a satisfied way。 〃Plus a bit for bringing Trollocs down on me so I must run downriver in the night when there be shallows aplenty to pile me up。〃
〃What about the others？〃 Rand asked。 〃Will you take them； too？ They should have reached the river by now； or they soon will； and they'll see that lantern on your mast。〃
Captain Domon's eyebrows rose in surprise。 〃Happen you think we be standing still； man？ Fortune prick me； we be three； four miles downriver from where you came aboard。 Trollocs make those fellows put their backs into the oars … they know Trollocs better than they like … and the current helps； too。 But it makes no nevermind。 I'd no put in again tonight if my old grandmother was on the riverbank。 I may no put in again at all until I reach Whitebridge。 I've had my fill of Trollocs dogging my heels long before tonight； and I'll have no more can I help it。〃
Thom leaned forward interestedly。 〃You have had encounters with Trollocs before？ Lately？〃
Domon hesitated； eyeing Thom narrowly； but when he spoke he merely sounded disgusted。 〃I wintered in Saldaea； man。 Not my choice； but the river froze early and the ice broke up late。 They say you can see the Blight from the highest towers in Maradon； but I've no mind for that。 I've been there before； and there always be talk of Trollocs attacking a farm or the like。 This winter past； though； there be farms burning every night。 Aye； and whole villages； too； betimes。 They even came right up to the city walls。 And if that no be bad enough； the people be all saying it meant the Dark One be stirring； that the Last Days be e。〃 He gave a shiver； and scratched at his head as if the thought made his scalp itch。 〃I can no wait to get back where people think Trollocs be just tales； the stories I tell be traveler's lies。〃
Rand stopped listening。 He stared at the opposite wall and thought about Egwene and the others。 It hardly seemed right for him to be safe on the Spray while they were still back there in the night somewhere。 The captain's cabin did not seem so fortable as before。
He was surprised when Thom pulled him to his feet。 The gleeman pushed Mat and him toward the ladder with apologies over his shoulder to Captain Domon for the country louts。 Rand climbed up without a word。
Once they were on deck Thom looked around quickly to make sure he would not be overheard； then growled； 〃I could have gotten us passage for a few songs and stories if you two hadn't been so quick to show silver。〃
〃I'm not so sure；〃 Mat said。 〃He sounded serious about throwing us in the river to me。〃
Rand walked slowly to the rail and leaned against it； staring back up the night…shrouded river。 He could not see anything but black； not even the riverbank。 After a minute Thom put a hand on his shoulder； but he did not move。
〃There isn't anything you can do； lad。 Besides； they're likely safe with the 。 。 。 with Moiraine and Lan by this time。 Can you think of any better than those two for getting the lot of them clear？〃
〃I tried to talk her out of ing；〃 Rand said。
〃You did what you could； lad。 No one could ask more。〃
〃I told her I'd take care of her。 I should have tried harder。〃 The creak of the sweeps and the hum of the rigging in the wind made a mournful tune。 〃I should have tried harder；〃 he whispered。
Chapter 21
Listen to the Wind
Sunrise creeping across the River Arinelle found its way into the hollow not far from the riverbank where Nynaeve sat with her back against the trunk of a young oak； breathing the deep breath of sleep。 Her horse slept； too； head down and legs spraddled in the manner of horses。 The reins were wrapped around her wrist。 As sunlight fell on the horse's eyelids； the animal opened its eyes and raised its head； jerking the reins。 Nynaeve came awake with a start。
For a moment she stared； wondering where she was； then stared around even more wildly when she remembered。 But there were only the trees； and her horse； and a carpet of old； dry leaves across the bottom of the hollow。 In the deepest dimness； some of last year's shadowshand mushrooms made rings on a fallen log。
〃The Light preserve you； woman；〃 she murmured； sagging back； 〃if you can't stay awake one night。〃 She untied the reins and massaged her wrist as she stood。 〃You could have awakened in a Trolloc cookpot。〃
The dead leaves rustled as she climbed to the lip of the hollow and peeped over。 No more than a handful of ash trees stood between her and the river。 Their fissured bark and bare branches made them seem dead。 Beyond； the wide blue…green water flowed by。 Empty。 Empty of anything。 Scattered clumps of evergreens； willows and firs； dotted the far bank； and there seemed to be fewer trees altogether than on her side。 If Moiraine or any of the younglings were over there； they were well hidden。 Of course； there was no reason they had to have crossed； or tried to cross； in sight of where she was。 They could be anywhere ten miles upriver or down。 If they're alive at all； after last night。
Angry with herself for thinking of the possibility； she slid back down into the hollow。 Not even Winternight； or the battle before Shadar Logoth； had prepared her for last night； for that thing； Mashadar。 All that frantic galloping； wondering if anyone else was still alive； wondering when she was going to e face…to…face with a Fade； or Trollocs。 She had heard Trollocs growling and shouting in the distance； and the quivering shrieks of Trolloc horns had chilled her deeper than the wind ever could； but aside from that first encounter in the ruins she saw Trollocs only once； and that once she was outside。 Ten or so of them seemed to spring out of the ground not thirty spans in front of her； bounding toward her on the instant； howling and shouting； brandishing hooked catchpoles。 Yet as she pulled her horse around； they fell silent； lifting muzzles to sniff at the air。 She watched； too astonished to run； as they turned their backs and vanished into the night。 And that had been the most frightening of all。
〃They know the smell of who they want；〃 she told her horse； standing in the hollow； 〃and it is not me。 The Aes Sedai is right； it seems； the Shepherd of the Night swallow her up。〃
Reaching a decision； she set out downriver； leading her horse。 She moved slowly； keeping a wary watch on the forest around her； just because the Trollocs had not wanted her last night did not mean they would let her go if she stumbled on them again。 As much attention as she gave the woods； she gave even more to the ground in front of her。 If the others had crossed below her during the night； she should see some signs of them； signs she might miss from horseback
