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！
。 His lip curled。 A lord？ He would not be a lord if it was offered to him。 Whitecloaks in the Two Rivers。 Light！ Light help us！
Plowing his way to the door； he pulled a pair of wooden clogs from the pile against the wall。 He had no idea whether they were the ones he had worn in … they all looked alike … and did not care。 They fit his boots。
It had started raining outside； a light fall that made the darkness that much deeper。 Turning up his collar； he splashed along the muddy streets of the Maule in an awkward trot； past blaring taverns and well…lit inns and dark…windowed houses。 When mud gave way to paving stones at the wall marking the inner city； he kicked the clogs off and left them lying as he ran on。 The Defenders guarding the nearest gate into the Stone let him pass without a word； they knew who he was。 He ran all the way to Perrin's room and flung open the door； barely noticing the splintered split in the wood。 Perrin's saddlebags lay on the bed； and Perrin was stuffing shirts and stockings into them。 There was only one candle lit； but he did not seem to notice the gloom。
〃You've heard； then；〃 Mat said。
Perrin went on with what he was doing。 〃About home？ Yes。 I went down to sniff out a rumor for Faile。 After tonight； more than ever； I have to get her。。。〃 The growl； deep in his throat； made Mat's hackles rise； it sounded like an angry wolf。 〃No matter。 I heard。 Maybe this will do as well。〃
As well as what？ Mat wondered。 〃You believe it？〃
For a moment Perrin looked up； his eyes gathered the light of the candle； shining a burnished golden yellow。 〃There doesn't seem to be much doubt； to me。 It's all too close to the truth。〃
Mat shifted unfortably。 〃Does Rand know？〃 Perrin only nodded and went back to his packing。 〃Well； what does he say？〃
Perrin paused； staring at the folded cloak in his hands。 〃He started muttering to himself。 'He said he'd do it。 He said he would。 I should have believed him。' Like that。 It made no sense。 Then he grabbed me by the collar and said he had to do 'what they don't expect。' He wanted to me to understand； but I'm not certain he does himself。 He didn't seem to care whether I leave or stay。 No； I take that back。 I think he was relieved I'm leaving。〃
〃Boil it down； and he's not going to do anything；〃 Mat said。 〃Light； with Callandor he could blast a thousand Whitecloaks！ You saw what he did to those bloody Trollocs。 You're going； are you？ Back to the Two Rivers？ Alone？〃
〃Unless you are ing； too。〃 Perrin stuffed the cloak into the saddlebags。 〃Are you？〃
Instead of answering； Mat paced back and forth； his face in half…light and shadow by turns。 His mother and father were in Emond's Field； and his sisters。 Whitecloaks had no reason to hurt them。 If he went home； he had the feeling he would never leave again； that his mother would marry him off before he could sit down。 But if he did not go； if the Whitecloaks harmed them。。。。 All it took was rumor； for Whitecloaks； so he had heard。 But why should there be any rumor about them？ Even the Coplins； liars and troublemakers to a man； liked his father。 Everyone liked Abell Cauthon。
〃You don't have to；〃 Perrin said quietly。 〃Nothing I heard mentioned you。 Only Rand； and me。〃
〃Burn me； I will g…〃 He could not say it。 Thinking of going was easy enough； but saying he would？ His throat tightened up to strangle the words。 〃Is it easy for you； Perrin？ Going； I mean？ Don't you。。。 feel anything？ Trying to hold you back？ Telling you reasons you shouldn't go？〃
〃A hundred of them； Mat； but I know it es down to Rand； and ta'veren。 You won't admit that； will you？ A hundred reasons to stay； but the one reason to go outweighs them。 The Whitecloaks are in the Two Rivers； and they'll hurt people trying to find me。 I can stop it； if I go。〃
〃Why should the Whitecloaks want you enough to hurt anybody？ Light； if they go asking for somebody with yellow eyes； nobody in Emond's Field will know who they're talking about！ And how can you stop anything？ One more pair of hands won't do much good。 Aaah！ The Whitecloaks have bitten a mouthful of leather if they think they can push Two Rivers folk around。〃
〃They know my name；〃 Perrin said softly。 His gaze swung to where his axe hung on the wall； the belt tied around the haft and the wall hook。 Or maybe it was his hammer he was staring at； standing propped against the wall beneath the axe； Mat could not be sure。 〃They can find my family。 As for why； they have their reasons； Mat。 Just as I have mine。 Who can say who has the better？〃
〃Burn me； Perrin。 Burn me！ I want to g…g… See？ I can't even say it； now。 Like my head knows I'll do it if I say it。 I can't even get it out in my mind！〃
〃Different paths。 We've been sent down different paths before。〃
〃Different paths be bloodied；〃 Mat grunted。 〃I've had all I want of Rand； and Aes Sedai； shoving me down their bloody paths。 I want to go where I want for a change； do what I want！〃 He turned for the door； but Perrin's voice halted him。
〃I hope your path is a happy one； Mat。 The Light send you pretty girls and fools who want to gamble。〃
〃Oh； burn me； Perrin。 The Light send you what you want； too。〃
〃I expect it will。〃 He did not sound happy at the prospect。
〃Will you tell my Da I'm all right？ And my mother？ She always did worry。 And look after my sisters。 They used to spy on me and tell Mother everything； but I wouldn't want anything to happen to them。〃
〃I promise； Mat。〃
Closing the door behind him； Mat wandered down the hallways aimlessly。 His sisters。 Eldrin and Bodewhin had always been ready to run shouting 〃Mama； Mat's in trouble again； Mat's doing what he shouldn't； Mama。〃 Especially Bode。 They would be sixteen and seventeen； now。 Probably thinking of marriage before too much longer； already with some dull farmer picked out whether the fellow knew it or not。 Had he really been gone so long？ It did not seem so； sometimes。 Sometimes he felt as if he had left Emond's Field just a week or two past。 Other times it seemed years gone； only dimly remembered at all。 He could remember Eldrin and Bode smirking when he had been switched； but their faces were no longer sharp。 His own sisters' faces。 These bloody holes in his memory； like holes in his life。
He saw Berelain ing toward him and grinned in spite of himself。 For all her airs； she was a fine figure of a woman。 That clinging white silk was thin enough for a handkerchief； not to mention being scooped low enough at the top to expose a considerable amount of excellent pale bosom。
He swept her his best bow； elegant and formal。 〃A good evening to you； my Lady。〃 She started to sweep by without a glance； and he straightened angrily。 〃Are you deaf as well as blind； woman？ I'm not a carpet to walk over； and I distinctly heard myself speak。 If I pinch your bottom； you can slap my face； but until I do； I expect a civil word for a civil word！〃
The First stopped dead； eyeing him in that way women had。 She could have sewn him a shirt and told his weight； not to mention when he had his last bath； from that look。 Then she turned away； murmuring someth