rj.theshadowrising-第112部分
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ld tighter but thought himself too old。 Adan smoothed their hair and kept their faces pressed against his chest。 He made himself watch； though； until the wagons wheeled away surrounded by whooping riders； after the horses that were already almost out of sight toward the smoking mountains that lined the horizon。
Only then did he stand up； prying the children loose。 〃Wait here for me；〃 he told them。 〃Wait until I e back。〃 Clinging to each other； they stared at him with tear…stained white faces； nodded uncertainly。
He walked out to one of the bodies； rolled her over gently。 Siedre could have been asleep； her face just the way it appeared beside him when he woke each morning。 It always surprised him to notice gray in her red…gold hair； she was his love； his life； and ever young and new to him。 He tried not to look at the blood soaking the front of her dress or the gaping wound below her breasts。
〃What do you mean to do now； Adan？ Tell us that！ What？〃
He brushed Seidre's hair from her face … she liked to be neat … and stood； turning slowly to confront the knot of angry； frightened men。 Sulwin was the leader； a tall man with deep…set eyes。 He had let his hair grow； Sulwin had； as if to hide being Aiel。 A number of men had。 It had made no difference； to these last raiders or those who had e before。
〃I mean to bury our dead and go on； Sulwin。〃 His eyes drifted back to Siedre。 〃What else is there？〃
〃Go on； Adan？ How can we go on？ There are no horses。 There is almost no water； no food。 All we have left are wagons full of things the Aes Sedai will never e for。 What are they； Adan？ What are they that we should give our lives to haul them across the world； afraid to touch them even。 We cannot go on as before！〃
〃We can！〃 Adan shouted。 〃We will！ We have legs； we have backs。 We will drag the wagons； if need be。 We will be faithful to our duty！〃 He was startled to see his own brandished fist。 A fist。 His hand trembled as he unclenched it and put it down by side。
Sulwin stepped back； then held his ground with his panions。 〃No； Adan。 We are supposed to find a place of safety； and some of us mean to do that。 My greatfather used to tell me stories he heard as a boy； stories of when we lived in safety and people came to hear us sing。 We mean to find a place where we can be safe； and sing again。〃
〃Sing？〃 Adan scoffed。 〃I have heard those old stories； too； that Aiel singing was a wondrous thing； but you know those old songs no more than I do。 The songs are gone； and the old days are gone。 We will not give up our duty to the Aes Sedai to chase after what is lost forever。〃
〃Some of us will； Adan。〃 The others behind Sulwin nodded。 〃We mean to find that safe place。 And the songs； too。 We will！〃
A crash whipped Adan's head around。 More of Sulwin's cronies were unloading one of the wagons； and a large flat crate had fallen； half breaking open to reveal what looked like a polished doorframe of dark red stone。 Other wagons were being emptied； too； and by more than Sulwin's friends。 At least a quarter of the people he saw were hard at work clearing wagons of everything but food or water。
〃Do not try to stop us；〃 Sulwin cautioned。
Adan made his fist loosen again。 〃You are not Aiel；〃 he said。 〃You betray everything。 Whatever you are； you are no longer Aiel！〃
〃We keep the Way of the Leaf as well as you； Adan。〃
〃Go！〃 Adan shouted。 〃Go！ You are not Aiel！ You are lost！ Lost！ I do not want to look at you！ Go！〃 Sulwin and the others stumbled in their haste to get away from him。
His heart sank lower as he surveyed the wagons； and the dead lying among the litter。 So many dead； so many wounded moaning as they were tended。 Sulwin and his lost ones were taking some care in their unloading。 The men with the swords had broken open crates until they realized there was no gold inside； no food。 Food was more precious than gold。 Adan studied the stone doorframe； tumbled piles of stone figurines； odd shapes in crystal standing among the potted chora cuttings Sulwin's folk had no use for。 Was there a use for any of it？ Was this what they were being faithful for？ If it was； then so be it。 Some could be saved。 There was no way to tell what Aes Sedai might consider most important； but some could be saved。
He saw Maigran and Lewin clutching their mother's skirts。 He was glad Saralin was alive to look after them； his last son； her husband； the children's father； had died from the very first arrow that morning。 Some could be saved。 He would save the Aiel； whatever it took。
Kneeling； he gathered Siedre in his arms。 〃We are still faithful； Aes Sedai；〃 he whispered。 〃How long must we be faithful？〃 Putting his head down on his wife's breast； he wept。
Tears stung Rand's eyes； silently； he mouthed； 〃Siedre。〃 The Way of the Leaf？ That was no Aiel belief。 He could not think dearly； he could hardly think at all。 The lights spun faster and faster。 Beside him； Muradin's mouth was open in a soundless howl； the Aiel's eyes bulged as if witnessing the death of everything。 They stepped forward together。
Jonai stood at the edge of the cliff staring out westward over the sun…sparkled water。 A hundred leagues in that direction lay elle。 Had lain elle。 elle had clung to the mountains overlooking the sea。 A hundred leagues west； where the sea now ran。 If Alnora were still alive； perhaps it would have been easier to take。 Without her dreams； he scarcely knew where to go or what to do。 Without her； he hardly cared to live。 He felt every gray hair as he turned to trudge back to the wagons； waiting a mile away。 Fewer wagons； now； and showing wear。 Fewer people； too； a handful of thousands where there had been tens。 But too many for the remaining wagons。 No one rode now save children too small to walk。
Adan met him at the first wagon； a tall young man； his blue eyes too wary。 Jonai always expected to see Willim if he looked around quickly enough。 But Willim had been sent away； of course； years ago； when he began to channel no matter how hard he tried to stop。 The world had too many men channeling； still； they had to send away boys who showed the signs。 They had to。 But he wished he had his children back。 When had Esole died？ So little to be laid in a hastily dug hole； wasted with sickness there was no Aes Sedai to Heal。
〃There are Ogier； father；〃 Adan said excitedly。 Jonai suspected his son had always thought his stories of the Ogier were just that； stories。 〃They came from the north。〃
It was a bedraggled band Adan led him to； no more than fifty in number； hollow…cheeked； sad…eyed； tufted ears drooping。 He had bee accustomed to his own people's drawn faces and worn； patched clothing； but seeing the same on Ogier shocked him。 Yet he had people to care for； and duties to discharge for the Aes Sedai。 How long since he had seen an Aes Sedai？ Just after Alnora died。 Too late for Alnora。 The woman had Healed the sick who still lived； taken some of the sa'angreal； and gone on her way； laughing bitterly when he asked her where there was a place of safety。 Her dress had been patched； and worn at the hem。 He was not sure she had been sane。 She claimed one of the Forsaken was only partly trapped； or maybe not at all； Ishamael still touched the world； she said。 She had to be as mad as the remaining male Aes Sedai。
He pulled his mind back to the Ogier as they stood； unsteady on their great legs。 His thoughts wandered too much since Alnora's death。 They had bread and bowls in their hands。 He was shocked to feel a prick of anger that someone had shared their meager stock of food。 How many of his people could eat on what fifty Ogier could consume？ No。 To share was the way。 To give freely。 A hundred people？ Two hundred？
〃You have chora cuttings；〃 one of the Ogier said。 His thick fingers gently brushed the trefoil leaves of the two potted plants tied to the side of a wagon。
〃Some；〃 Adan said curtly。 〃They die； but the old folk keep new cuttings before they do。〃 He had no time for trees。 He had a people to look after。 〃How bad is it in the north？〃
〃Bad；〃 an Ogier woman replied。 〃The Blighted Lands have grown southward；
