按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
About the Tairens he could believe her； but he did not think anything frightened this woman。 Burn me； she's in a strange man's bedchamber in the middle of the night； only half…dressed； and I'm the one who's jumpy as a cat in a dog run； Void or no。 It was time to put an end to things before they went too far。
〃It would be better if you return to your own bedchamber； my Lady。〃 Part of him wanted to tell her to put on a cloak； too。 A thick cloak。 Part of him did。 〃It。。。 it is really too late for talking。 Tomorrow。 In daylight。〃
She gave him a slanted； quizzical look。 〃Have you absorbed stuffy Tairen ways already； my Lord Dragon？ Or is this reticence something from your Two Rivers？ We are not so。。。 formal。。。 in Mayene。〃
〃My Lady。。。。〃 He tried to sound formal； if she did not like formality； that was what he wanted。 〃I am promised to Egwene al'Vere； my Lady。〃
〃You mean the Aes Sedai； my Lord Dragon？ If she really is Aes Sedai。 She is quite young … perhaps too young … to wear the ring and the shawl。〃 Berelain spoke as if Egwene were a child； though she herself could not be more than a year older than Rand； if that； and he had only a little over two years on Egwene。 〃My Lord Dragon； I do not mean to e between you。 Marry her； if she is Green Ajah。 I would never aspire to wed the Dragon Reborn himself。 Forgive me if I overstep myself； but I told you we are not so。。。 formal in Mayene。 May I call you Rand？〃
Rand surprised himself by sighing regretfully。 There had been a glint in her eye； a slight shift of expression； gone quickly； when she mentioned marrying the Dragon Reborn。 If she had not considered it before； she had now。 The Dragon Reborn； not Rand al'Thor； the man of prophecy； not the shepherd from the Two Rivers。 He was not shocked； exactly； some girls back home mooned over whoever proved himself fastest or strongest in the games at Bel Tine and Sunday； and now and again a woman set her eyes on the man with the richest fields or the largest flocks。 It would have been good to think she wanted Rand al'Thor。 〃It is time for you to go； my Lady；〃 he said quietly。
She stepped closer。 〃I can feel your eyes on me； Rand。〃 Her voice was smoky heat。 〃I am no village girl tied to her mother's apron； and I know you want…〃
〃Do you think I'm made of stone； woman？〃 She jumped at his roar； but the next instant she was crossing the carpet； reaching for him； her eyes dark pools that could pull a man into their depths。
〃Your arms look as strong as stone。 If you think you must be harsh with me； then be harsh； so long as you hold me。〃 Her hands touched his face； sparks seemed to leap from her fingers。
Without thinking he channeled the flows still linked to him； and suddenly she was staggering back； eyes wide with startlement； as if a wall of air pushed her。 It was air； he realized； he did things without knowing what he was doing more often than he did know。 At least； once done； he could usually remember how to do them again。
The unseen； moving wall scraped ripples along the carpet； sweeping along Berelain's discarded robe； a boot he had tossed aside undressing； and a red leather footstool supporting an open volume of Eban Vandes's The History of the Stone of Tear； pushing them along as it forced her almost to the wall； fenced her in。 Safely away from him。 He tied off the flow … that was all he could think to call what he did … and no longer needed to maintain the shield himself。 For a moment he studied what he had done； until he was sure he could repeat it。 It looked useful； especially the tying off。
Dark eyes still wide； Berelain felt along the confines of her invisible prison with trembling hands。 Her face was almost as white as her skimpy silk shift。 Footstool； boot and book lay at her feet； jumbled with the robe。
〃Much as I regret it；〃 he told her； 〃we will not speak again； except in public； my Lady。〃 He really did regret it。 Whatever her motives； she was beautiful。 Burn me； I am a fool。 He was not sure how he meant that … for thinking of her beauty； or for sending her away。 〃In fact； it is best you arrange your journey back to Mayene as soon as possible。 I promise you that Tear will not trouble Mayene again。 You have my word。〃 It was a promise good only for his lifetime； perhaps only as long as he stood in the Stone； but he had to offer her something。 A bandage for wounded pride； a gift to take her mind off being afraid。
But her fear was already under control； on the outside； at least。 Honesty and openness filled her face； all efforts at allure gone。 〃Forgive me。 I have handled this badly。 I did not mean to offend。 In my country； a woman may speak her mind to a man freely； or he to her。 Rand； you must know that you are a handsome man； tall and strong。 I would be the one made of stone； if I did not see it； and admire。 Please do not send me away from you。 I will beg it； if you wish。〃 She knelt smoothly； like a dance。 Her expression still said she was being open； confessing everything； but on the other hand； in kneeling she had managed to tug her already precarious gown down until it looked in real danger of falling off。 〃Please； Rand？〃
Even sheltered in emptiness as he was； he gaped at her； and it had nothing to do with her beauty or her near undress。 Well； only partly。 If the Defenders of the Stone had been half as determined as this woman； half as steadfast in purpose； ten thousand Aiel could never have taken the Stone。
〃I am flattered； my Lady；〃 he said diplomatically。 〃Believe me； I am。 But it would not be fair to you。 I cannot give you what you deserve。〃 And let her make of that what she will。
Outside in the darkness； a cock crowed。
To Rand's surprise； Berelain suddenly stared past him； eyes as big as teacups。 Her mouth dropped open； and her slim throat corded with a scream that would not e。 He spun； the yellow…red sword flashing back into his hands。
Across the room； one of the stand…mirrors threw his reflection back at him； a tall young man with reddish hair and gray eyes； wearing only white linen smallclothes and holding a sword carved from fire。 The reflection stepped out onto the carpet； raising its sword。
I have gone mad。 Thought drifted on the borders of the Void。 No！ She saw it。 It's real！
Movement to his left caught the corner of his eye。 He twisted before he could think； sword sweeping up in The Moon Rises Over Water。 The blade slashed through the shape … his shape … climbing out of a mirror on the wall。 The form wavered； broke up like dust motes floating on air； vanished。 Rand's reflection appeared in the mirror again； but even as it did； it put hands on the mirror frame。 He was aware of movement in mirrors all around the room。
Desperately； he stabbed at the mirror。 Silvered glass shattered； yet it seemed that the image shattered first。 He thought he heard a distant scream inside his head； his own voice screaming； fading。 Even as shards of mirror fell； he lashed out with the One Power。 Every mirror in the room exploded silently； fountaining glass across the carpet。 The dying scream in his head echoed again and again； sending shivers down his back。 It was his voice； he