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！
not disrupt his own plans。 〃Speak on；〃 he told her。
〃First； someone else is trying to control him。 Perhaps to kill。 I suspect Moghedien or Demandred。 Moghedien has always tried to work from the shadows； and Demandred always did hate Lews Therin。〃 Sammael smiled； or perhaps grimaced； but his hatred was a pale thing beside Demandred's； though for better cause。
〃How do you know it is not one of us here？〃 Graendal asked glibly。
Lanfear's smile showed as many teeth as the other woman's； and as little warmth。 〃Because you three choose to carve out niches for yourselves and secure your power while the rest slash at each other。 And other reasons。 I told you I keep a close watch on Rand al'Thor。〃
It was true； what she said of them。 Rahvin himself preferred diplomacy and manipulation to open conflict； though he would not shy from it if needed。 Sammael's way had always been armies and conquest； he would not go near Lews Therin； even reborn as a shepherd； until he was sure of victory。 Graendal； too； followed conquest； though her methods did not involve soldiers； for all her concern with her toys； she took one solid step at a time。 Openly to be sure； as the Chosen reckoned such things； but never stretching too far at any step。
〃You know I can keep an eye on him unseen；〃 Lanfear continued； 〃but the rest of you must stay clear or run the risk of detection。 We must draw him back。。。〃
Graendal leaned forward； interested； and Sammael began to nod as she went on。 Rahvin reserved judgment。 It might well work。 And if not。。。 If not； he saw several ways to shape events to his advantage。 This might work out very well indeed。
Chapter 1
（Lion Rampant）
Fanning the Sparks
The Wheel of Time turns； and Ages e and pass； leaving memories that bee legend。 Legend fades to myth； and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth es again。 In one Age； called the Third Age by some； an Age yet to e； an Age long past； a wind rose in the great forest called Braem Wood。 The wind was not the beginning。 There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time。 But it was a beginning。
South and west it blew； dry； beneath a sun of molten gold。 There had been no rain for long weeks in the land below； and the late…summer heat grew day by day。 Brown leaves e early dotted some trees； and naked stones baked where small streams had run。 In an open place where grass had vanished and only thin； withered brush held the soil with its roots； the wind began uncovering long…buried stones。 They were weathered and worn； and no human eye would have recognized them for the remains of a city remembered in story yet otherwise forgotten。
Scattered villages appeared before the wind crossed the border of Andor； and fields where worried farmers trudged arid furrows。 The forest had long since thinned to thickets by the time the wind swept dust down the lone street of a village called Kore Springs。 The springs were beginning to run low this summer。 A few dogs lay panting in the swelter； and two shirtless boys ran； beating a stuffed bladder along the ground with sticks。 Nothing else stirred； save the wind and the dust and the creaking sign above the door of the inn； red brick and thatch…roofed like every other building along the street。 At two stories； it was the tallest and largest structure in Kore Springs； a neat and orderly little town。 The saddled horses hitched in front of the inn barely twitched their tails。 The inn's carved sign proclaimed the Good Queen's Justice。
Blinking against the dust； Min kept an eye pressed to the crack in the shed's rough wall。 She could just make out one shoulder of the guard on the shed door； but her attention was all for the inn further on。 She wished the name were less ominously apt。 Their judge； the local lord； had apparently arrived some time ago； but she had missed seeing him。 No doubt he was hearing the farmer's charges； Admer Nem； along with his brothers and cousins and all their wives； had seemed in favor of an immediate hanging before one of the lord's retainers happened by。 She wondered what the penalty was here for burning up a man's barn； and his milkcows with it。 By accident； of course； but she did not think that would count for much when it all began with trespass。
Logain had gotten away in the confusion； abandoning them … he would； burn him！ … and she did not know whether to be happy about that or not。 It was he who had knocked Nem down when they were discovered just before dawn； sending the man's lantern flying into the straw。 The blame was his； if anyone's。 Only sometimes he had trouble watching what he said。 Perhaps as well he was gone。。。
Twisting to lean back against the wall； she wiped sweat from her brow； though it only sprang out again。 The inside of the shed was stifling； but her two panions did not appear to notice。 Siuan lay stretched out on her back in a dark woolen riding dress much like Min's； staring at the shed roof； idly tapping her chin with a straw。 Coppery…skinned Leane； willowy and as tall as most men； sat cross…legged in her pale shift； working on her dress with needle and thread。 They had been allowed to keep their saddlebags； after they were searched for swords or axes or anything else that might help them escape。
〃What's the penalty for burning down a barn in Andor？〃 Min asked。
〃If we are lucky；〃 Siuan replied without moving； 〃a strapping in the village square。 Not so lucky； and it will be a flogging。〃
〃Light！〃 Min breathed。 〃How can you call that luck？〃
Siuan rolled onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow。 She was a sturdy woman； short of beautiful though beyond handsome； and looked no more than a few years older than Min； but those sharp blue eyes had a manding presence that did not belong on a young woman awaiting trial in a backcountry shed。 Sometimes Siuan was as bad as Logain about forgetting herself； maybe worse。 〃When a strapping is done；〃 she said in a brook…no…nonsense； do…not…be…foolish tone； 〃it is done； and we can be on our way。 It wastes less of our time than any other penalty I can think of。 Considerably less than hanging； say。 Though I don't think it will e to that； from what I remember of Andoran law。〃
Wheezing laughter shook Min for a moment； it was that or cry。 〃Time？ The way we are going； we've nothing but time。 I swear we have been through every village between here and Tar Valon； and found nothing。 Not a glimmer； not a whisper。 I don't think there is any gathering。 And we are on foot； now。 From what I overheard； Logain took the horses with him。 Afoot and locked in a shed awaiting the Light knows what！〃
〃Watch names；〃 Siuan whispered sharply； shooting a meaning glance at the rough door with the guard on the other side。 〃A flapping tongue can put you in the net instead of the fish。〃
Min grimaced； partly because she was growing tired of Siuan's Tairen fisherman's sayings； and partly because the other woman was right。 So far they had outrun awkward news … deadly was a better word than awkward … but some news had a way of leaping a hundred miles in a day。 Siuan had been traveling as Mara； Leane as Amaena； and L