Chapter 43 remember the old saying

In this room with red walls, the ceiling depicts imaginary birds and fish swimming among the clouds and waves, and the clerks in brown uniforms are busy among the long desks, whispering to each other, But none of them seemed to be listening carefully to what was being said.They all looked panicked and had something on their minds.Su Luosi didn't like them here, they must have heard something - some very terrible news.General Galgan insisted that they had to be kept at work to keep their minds off the disastrous message from home.He insists that they are all trustworthy people!At least the white-haired old man was not wearing a sword this morning. He was wearing loose blue trousers and a red turtleneck jacket with rows of gold buttons engraved with his emblem, which is very popular in Xiaoda. Clothing style, that is, the most popular style in the entire empire.Sometimes, when he was wearing armor, or even just his red uniform, he looked at Suros as if he were looking at a soldier under his command!

Anyway, once Elba brought word of Tuon's death, she could kill Gargan, who had just smeared ashes on his cheek, like Suros.The ship that Semerhag had promised brought news of the Empress' death and the rise of rebels within the Empire.There is no queen there anymore, and there is no Daughter of September. For ordinary people, the world is trembling on the verge of collapse, and the same is true for some blood of kings.As long as Gargan and a few others are dead, there will be no one who can stop Suros Sebele Medeiras from proclaiming herself Empress.She tried not to think about the new name she was about to get, and thinking about it ahead of time would bring bad luck.

Wrinkles formed between Gargan's brows. He lowered his head, looked at the map spread out in front of him, and pressed a red-painted nail on the mountains on the southern coast of Aladoman.Suros doesn't know what the name of this mountain range is. This map covers the entire Aladoman, and there are three marks on it - a red wedge and two white rings. They are distributed from north to south in a over a long distance. "Yaman, did Tellan accurately calculate how many people left this mountain and joined him when Iturad entered Aladoman?" Efron Yaman's face was also smeared with ashes, for he was also of the king's blood, but of the lower ranks, and he only wore bowl-shaped hair and braids instead of shavings on top of his shaved head. Run through a ridge.But those civilians around the table, no matter what their titles are, their faces are clean.Yaman's hair has turned gray, but still retains some of the handsomeness of his youth.He was tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and wore a gold-blue breastplate. "He reported that there were at least a hundred thousand people, the Marshal, perhaps a hundred and fifty thousand."

"How many came out when Telland crossed the border?" "Perhaps two hundred thousand, Marshal." Gargan sighed. "Then there is an army in front of Terlan and an army behind it, maybe that is the entire army of Aladoman, and his soldiers are at an absolute disadvantage." Su Luosi couldn't help but feel contempt, this fool only knows how to repeat Such an obvious fact. "Terran should have stripped Tarabon of every sword and lance!" she snapped. "If he survives this disaster, I'll take his head!" Gargan raised white eyebrows at her: "I don't think the loyalty of the Tarabones will allow him to complete this task. In any case, he has sin slaves and Raken, and they should make up for his lack of numbers. Mention To the Slaves and Raken, I should tell you that I have just signed the promotion of Teri Kilgan to the rank of General and Blood of the Lesser Kings - although you are still hesitant about it. Also, I have ordered that Those racons go back to Amadisia and Atla. Kissen hasn't found whoever caused that little mess in the north, and I'm worried that when Kissen returns to Maofan Pass, that gang will pop out again Creating trouble."

Su Luosi took a breath of cold air, her hands involuntarily clenched the hem of the blue skirt, she couldn't show any emotions in front of this person! "You have overstepped your authority, Gargan," she said coldly. "I commanded the Forerunners, and now I command the Return Crusade. You cannot sign any orders without my permission." "You command the pioneers, and they should obey the Return Crusade." He replied calmly.Su Luosi felt a bit of bitterness. The news from the empire made this guy emboldened. Once the queen died, Gargan dared to plot to proclaim himself the first emperor in nine hundred years, and he couldn't let him survive tonight. "As for who is commanding the return expedition..." His voice was cut off in the middle of the passage as there was a sound of heavy leather boots in the corridor.

The death-watching guards suddenly pushed open the door. They were all in armor, with their hands on the hilt of their swords, and their stern eyes shot out from the red-green helmets, scanning the entire room.It was a moment before they stepped aside, revealing a hallway filled with humans and Ogier death guards.Su Luosi hardly noticed them, she only saw a thin dark-skinned woman in a blue pleated skirt, her head was shiny and hairless, and ashes were smeared on her cheeks.Word had spread throughout the city that she must have known the news of her mother and family when she arrived at the palace, but her face was nothing more than a mask of fortitude.Su Luosi's knee automatically hit the floor, and around her, the blood of the king had already knelt down.The civilians all prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Brightness wishes you a safe return, Your Majesty." She said in unison with the other bloodlines of the king.Elba failed.It didn't matter, Tuon couldn't get a new name, couldn't become Queen until the mourning period was over, she would die anyway, to make way for a new Queen. "Let them see what Musenge has brought me, Bannerman of Khared," said Tuon. A tall general with three black feathers stuck in his helmet carefully took something out of a canvas bag and put it on the green floor. Bag, strode to Su Luosi's side. It took Su Luosi a moment to recognize Elba's hooked nose from the festered face, and she immediately threw herself forward, lying on the ground, kissing the floor.But she doesn't despair, and she'll be able to recover from the trauma, unless they've ever interrogated Elba. "I can't lift my eyes, Your Majesty, this subordinate of mine must have seriously offended you before you took his head off."

"Offended me." Tuon seemed to be considering this statement. "It can be said that he offended me. He tried to kill me." The room was filled with exclamations.Before Su Luosi could speak, the death-watching guard Banner had already stepped on her buttocks, held the crown of hair on her head, and lifted her upper body without struggling.Struggling now will only insult her more. "One of my subordinates turned out to be a traitor, which made me look down deeply, Your Majesty." She said hoarsely, she wished her voice could be normal, but that damned death guard With her back completely arched, it's good enough that she can still make a sound now. "If I ever had any doubts about him, I would definitely torture him personally, Your Majesty, and maybe he will frame me to protect his real master. I have thought of some clues about this, and if you allow me, I hope I can tell you in private." With a bit of luck, she could plant Galgan on the grounds that the ultra vires he just committed would add to his suspicions.

Tuon looked over Suroth's head, looked at Gargan, then Abada and Yaman, and every blood of the king present, but she never looked at Suroth. "As we all know, Zareed Elba is the most loyal confidant of Suros, as long as it is not for Suros's order, he will never execute it, so Suros Cybele Medeiras will cease to exist .This Darkovi will serve the Death Guards, and let them do whatever they want until her hair grows long enough to be sold in the bazaar." Su Luosi didn't think of the knife that she could use to cut her own blood vessels. The knife was still in her apartment. She couldn't think at all. She started screaming, howling without words, and they Already cutting off her clothes.

The sun in Andor was much warmer than in Tar Valon, and Pevilla removed her cloak and tied it behind her saddle.The gate is closing, covering the Ogi Grove across Tar Valon, they don't want others to see them leave, and unless things go badly bad, they will return to this grove, or they may never return up.She thought that the person who carried out this task must have superb diplomatic skills and the courage of a lion, but at least she is not a coward, and she is still confident in this. "Where did you learn to bind the Dharma protector?" Jiawenda asked suddenly.She folded her cloak in the same way.

"You should remember that I once suggested that if the sisters of the Red Sect had guardians, they would definitely be able to achieve their goals better." Pevilla tightened her riding gloves, obviously not interested in this question, she had already expected that someone would ask such a question she. "Why did I know this knitting would surprise you?" Actually, she should have asked Utieri, but it was hard for her to hide the real reason for asking Utieri. Doubtful.Saying that the Red Sect bound the guardians was like saying that people could fly. Of course, this was the reason she came to Amdo, the reason they came here. Gavinda came with her only because of Sutama's order, because Pevilla and Tana could not find enough people to fulfill the Lord's order.The difficult sect guardian made no secret of her displeasure.In fact, Pevilla also harbored deep displeasure with Sutama in her heart.Of course, Tana was here too, a light-haired, icy-looking sister who didn't bring the Chronicler's scarf, but her gray riding skirt was embroidered with red patterns all over her thighs.As Elaida's historian, it must be very difficult to bind a guardian, but their guardian can live in the city of Tar Valon instead of entering the White Tower.These were all Tana's first ideas, and although she couldn't say she had much enthusiasm for them, she was determined to participate in this first experiment.Moreover, their candidates are really short, so far, they have only found three other sisters who are willing to participate.All along, the task of the Red Sect has been to find men who can guide them, bring them to the White Tower, and train them. This made the sisters of the Red Sect not have a good impression of men.Jezrai is a square-faced Tyrian. She has always kept a small portrait of a boy. If she had married this boy, she might not have come to the White Tower. Now the boy’s grandchildren should have their own The grandson is gone, but whenever she mentions him, her words are still full of love.Dessara was a good-looking Cairhienian with big black eyes and a rather bad temper who would dance all night with any man given the chance.Melal is plump, witty and talkative by nature. She has been sending money to Amdo to support her nephews and grandchildren to study, and she has also provided funds for the education of her nephews. Finding the slightest connection between the sisters and the man, and finding out whether they might be involved in the operation, nearly exhausted Pevilla's energy.Eventually, she convinced Sutama that six men would be enough for the start of the operation, and that an overly large party might invite an overreaction from the Black Tower.If all the Red Sects appeared in front of this so-called black tower, or even only half of the Red Sect sisters, those men in the Black Tower might think that they were attacked again, and no one knew how much sense these men still had.They had agreed before telling Sutama that they would not bond anyone who showed the slightest sign of madness—if they could bond the men here. The sect's informants in Caemlyn had sent back numerous reports of the Black Tower, and some had even found jobs there, so they soon found the dirt road leading from Caemlyn to the double-arched black gate in front of them.The gate, nearly fifty feet high and sixty feet wide, was crenelated, with a downwardly carved stone cusp between the two arches, flanked on either side by an armored city at least ninety feet high. The black stone tower of the battlement arrow hole.In fact, this is just a door opening, and there is no door panel inside.The black stone city wall stretched out to the east and west sides, and there was a bastion or tower every other section, but this city wall was only four or five feet high, and many weeds grew on the uneven wall, which could not be seen in the wind. Stop swaying.The unfinished walls never seem to be finished, and they make the Blackstone Gate all the more absurd. However, the three men who came out of the gate were not ridiculous at all. They were all wearing long black coats and swords at their waists. Silver coat of arms in the shape of a sword.He was a devotee, and Pevilla prevented herself from comparing him to an apprentice, and the two men beside him to novices.Novices and Novices are taught in a safe environment until they understand the One Power enough to become Aes Sedai.According to the reports she knew, soldiers and devotees were already considered fully capable of fighting while learning channeling. From the first day, they were required to do their best to control as much yang force as possible, and to continue Use it constantly.Many men died because of this. They called it "training loss", as if they could hide those horrible deaths with this cold vocabulary.Reminiscent of how novice students and trainees would die in this way... Pevilla felt her intestines twitch, but it seemed that these men accepted the fact very calmly. "Good morning, Aes Sedai." The devotee gave a slight bow to the Aes Sedai who reined in.He bowed very little, and never took his eyes off the Aes Sedai. Judging from his accent, he should be from Morandi. "Why did six sisters come to the Black Tower?" "We want to see Mihail." Pevilla tried to keep her voice smooth and calm.In the ancient language, "Mihai'e" means "leader", but when it is used as a title, it will have a stronger meaning, and it can even represent the commander of everyone and everything. "To see Mihail? What denomination should I tell him?" "Red sect." Pevilla saw the devotee wink, she was very satisfied with it, but knew it was meaningless. "Red Sect." He said without any expression, his surprise didn't last long, "Then, Ankajin and Yaxing, you keep an eye on them, I'll go and see what Mihai'e has to say about this." He turned around, and a silver vertical thin line appeared in front of him, which soon expanded into a passage the size of a house door.Is this the limit of his divine movement?Whether to bind the strongest man possible, or the weaker man—they had debated it.A weak man is easier to control, and a strong man is definitely more useful. They have never been able to agree on this, and in the end, each sister has her own decision.The devotee walked through the passage and closed it, but Pevilla had already seen a white stone platform opposite the passage, with a step on one side of the stone platform, and on the stone platform was a building made of square black stones. The material should be the same as the black stones that make up the city walls, but it has been polished so that it shines brightly in the sun. The two remaining soldiers stood in the center of the double-arched gate, as if to block the Aes Sedai's path.One of them was a Saldaean, with a thin build and a big nose. He didn't look middle-aged. He might have been a clerk in the past, and he was slightly hunched from long hours of desk work.The other was a boy, who kept pushing his black hair away from his eyes, and the wind quickly blew it back.Although facing the six Aes Sedai, none of them felt uneasy—is it because there are still their companions in those towers?Pevilla resisted the urge to look up at the towers. "Why did you come here, child?" Desara said in a voice like a wind chime, but there was obvious anger in the bell, and the reason for her anger must be that she felt sad for this child. "You should stay home and let your mother check your spelling practice for mistakes, what are you doing here?" The boy turned red and brushed his hair away from his face again. "Sam's right, Aes Sedai," said the Saldaean, patting the boy on the shoulder. "He's a quick learner. Show him everything and he'll learn." The boy Immediately stood up straight, his face was full of pride, and he stuck his thumb into the sword belt. A man of his age still carries a sword!It is true that the sons of the nobleman had already learned to use a sword when they were a few years younger than Sam Yaxing, but they would not be allowed to have a saber at this age! "Pevilla." Tana said coldly, "We only accept adults. I know they have many children here, but we only accept adults." "Light!" Panted Meral, her white mare felt her master's excitement and kept shaking her head. "Of course it can't be a child." "It would be an absolute crime," Jezilai said. "It can't be a child." Pevilla immediately agreed, "I think we should wait until we see... Mihail." Jiawenda snorted. "What can't be a child, Aes Sedai?" Ankakin frowned. "What can't be a child?" Seeing no answer, he asked again. He didn't look like a clerk anymore, sure, he was still hunched over, but suddenly there was something... dangerous in his upturned eyes.Did he hold the male half of the Power?The possibility sent a chill running down Pevilla's back, but she still suppressed the desire to embrace the saidar, and some men who could channel seemed to feel the power held by women.It seemed likely that Ankakin would act recklessly. They waited in silence, save for the occasional hooves of their mounts, Pevilla told herself to be patient.Gavinda muttered in a low voice, Pevilla couldn't hear what she was saying, but she knew that Gavinda was complaining.Tana and Jezrai took the book out of their saddlebags and started to read, well, let these martyrs know that the Black Tower doesn't hold much weight in their hearts.But even the boy didn't seem to have the slightest fear of them, he and the Seanchan just stood between the gates, staring at them without blinking. After about half an hour, a taller passage was opened, and the Morandi came out. "Mihail will receive you in the palace, Aes Sedai, come in." He shook his head towards the open passage. "Are you leading the way for us?" Pevilla said as she dismounted from her horse. The passage was indeed larger, but if she was riding a horse, she would have to bend over to pass. "There will be someone on the other side to guide you." He laughed, "Mihaier will never meet someone like me." Pevilla decided to think about this sentence later. They walked through the passage, and the white stone platform and the black building above it appeared in front of them.The passage closed quickly, and four men and two women in coarse wool held their horses by the reins.A dark-skinned, heavy-chested man wearing a silver sword badge on a high black collar and that kind of long, curvy gold-red monster-a dragon gave them a small shock. "Come with me," he said in a Tyrian accent.His eyes were like two awls. This is the palace that the Morandi man mentioned.In front of a two-story white marble building decorated with pointed domes and slender towers—perfectly in the Saldaean style—was the white platform across a wide plaza of rammed earth.This is not a very big palace, but it is more magnificent than most noble mansions.Broad stone steps led to a tall double arched doorway, each paneled with a gauntleted fist clutching three bolts of lightning - plated with gold.Before the Tyrian came up the steps, the two doors were already opened, but there was no shadow of a servant behind the door, so someone must have used a guide to open the door.Pevilla felt that chill again.Jiawenda muttered something in a low voice, this time, she should be praying. The palace's floor is paved with red and black tiles, and its owner must have loved the tapestry depicting battle scenes, but there is not a single servant in sight.The Black Tower does have servants, but unfortunately, there is no Hongzong's eyeliner among them.Did Marim Taim send them all away because they were not needed, or for some other reason?Maybe he didn't want too many people seeing the arrival of the six Aes Sedai.Pevilla was reluctant to consider this possibility. She had considered the dangers of this operation before leaving the White Tower, but they could not let this deter them. The Tyrian led them all the way into a hall surrounded by spiraling columns of black stone, over which must have been the largest dome in the palace, also plated with gold.Gilt chandeliers hung from numerous gilt chains, and tall lamps with mirrors lined the circular walls.Nearly a hundred men in black coats lined the hall, and everyone Pevilla could see wore sword and dragon emblems.These people were all squinting at them, or staring at them darkly. The Tyrian did not announce their arrival, but joined the other martyrs without a word, leaving them to continue on their way through the hall.The floor here is also red and black, two colors that Tim must especially like, and now the man is sitting leisurely in a chair at the end of the hall, the huge chair is placed on a white marble base, It is intricately carved and covered in gold, no less than any throne Pevilla has ever seen.Pevilla focused on that one—partly to avoid the gaze of all the men who could lead, and Marem Taim was, indeed, very conspicuous.He was tall, with a high hooked nose and an extraordinary force—Pevilla felt a dark pressure.His ankles were crossed, and one arm was draped over the thick arm of the chair, but he seemed ready to explode with ferocious strength at any moment.Interestingly, although his black tunic is embroidered with dragons in gold and blue silk thread, wrapping from the elbow to the cuff, there is no emblem on his collar. "Six Red Sisters," he said to the Aes Sedai who walked up to the pedestal, his eyes... Pevilla thought the Tyrian's eyes were as sharp as steel cones, "Obviously, You're not here to tame us all." Laughter filled the hall. "Why did you come to see me?" "I am Pevilla Tazanoni, the guardian of the Red Sect. This is Gavinda Dorelle, who is also the guardian of the Red Sect. These are Tana Fuer, Desara Nevan thorough……" "I didn't ask your names," Tym interrupted coldly. "I asked why you came here." Such an opening was not good, Pevilla tried her best not to take a deep breath, she maintained a cold and calm appearance, thinking in her heart whether she could end the day with forced bondage, or die here. "We want to discuss binding Martyrs as Wardens. After all, you have bound fifty-one sisters, and against their will." It would be best for Tym to understand that they have been bound since the beginning Just understand the situation here. "However, we have no intention of binding any male against their will." A tall blond man standing next to the pedestal sneered. "Why should we allow the Aes Sedai..." An invisible force hit him hard on the side of the head, knocking his feet off the ground, and he fell to the ground, eyes closed tightly, blood kept flowing from His nostrils dripped. A thin man with thin gray hair on top of his head and a pointed beard bent down and touched the blond man's head with his fingers. "He's alive," he said, straightening up, "but the skull is cracked and the jaw is broken." His voice sounded like he was talking about the weather, and no one was there to treat him, not a single one! "I have some skills in healing." Meral said as he rolled up his skirt and walked towards the blond man. "Trust me that I can cure him, as long as you allow it." Taim shook his head. "I won't allow it. If Meshal is alive after sunset, he'll be healed. Maybe the pain will teach him to hold his tongue. Reds, you say you want to bind Wardens?" When he uttered the last word, his voice was full of contempt. Pevilla chose to ignore his tone. Tana's eyes could almost turn the sun into ice. Pevilla held her sister's arm in warning. , and then said: "The Red Sect knows a lot about men who can channel." The martyrs who watched them began to whisper, their voices full of anger, and Pevilla ignored these voices. "We are not afraid of them. Traditions can be as hard to change as laws, and sometimes they are more unbreakable than laws, but we have decided to change this tradition. From now on, the Red Sisters can bind the Guardians, but only A man who can guide. Each sister can bind any number of guardians, as long as it meets their wishes. Compared with the Green Sect, I think it is more appropriate for each sister to bind three or four people." "very good." Pevilla blinked involuntarily. "Very well?" She must have misunderstood Tym, he couldn't be persuaded so easily. Tym's eyes seemed to be piercing Pevilla's head, and he spread his hands, but the gesture was full of sarcasm. "What can you tell me? Reasonable? Fair? My answer is 'very good'. You can ask who is willing to accept your bondage. And, you must remember the old saying-let the chaos The king rules all." A deafening male laugh erupted in the room. Pevilla had never heard such words before, and the hair on the nape of her neck stood on end as she laughed. ("Blade of Dreams" is over, please look forward to "Wheel of Time 12: Doomsday Storm")