Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty-Two

Anhalai Market is one of the three places in Famedin where foreigners are allowed to trade. Although it is called a market, this large square space does not look like a market at all. There are no warehouses and no merchandise. stalls.Pedestrians here are relatively sparse, but there is also the hustle and bustle that can be seen everywhere in big cities.Occasionally, a few people on horseback could be seen in the crowd, several sedan chairs carried by bearers in bright uniforms, or a carriage, and the doors and windows of both the sedan chair and the carriage were closed.Most people here wrap themselves in cloaks to keep out the cold winds that blow from the surrounding lakes, and it's often not work or business that quickens their pace but the cold.Around the square, like the other two foreign markets, stone-walled and stone-roofed banks, inns, windowless warehouses, and stables staggered side by side.Famedin is a city built of stones and slates. At this time of the year, hotels can only rent out 20 to 30 percent of their rooms.Warehouses and stables were often empty as well.But come spring, the trade booms again, and merchants pay three times as much for lodging and storing their goods.

In the center of the square there is a circular marble pedestal on which stands the statue of Savien Anhalle.The twelve-foot-tall marble statue represented a pompous woman in a fur-trimmed gown with a chain of office around her neck.Beneath the crown representing the Chief Minister is a serious marble face.Her right hand held a firm grip on the marble hilt, the blade resting between her moccasined feet.She held up her left hand, pointing one finger warningly at Till Gate, about three-quarters of a mile away.Famedin's prosperity is entirely dependent on trade with Tyr, Illian, and Caemlyn, but the Conclave has always been wary of foreigners and their depraved ways.Below the statue stood a market guard, wearing a steel helmet and a leather jacket sewn with square metal plates, with a golden handprint on his left shoulder. His duty was to drive away gray pigeons with black wings with a long wooden pole.Savion Anhalle was one of the three most formidable women in Famedin's history, though not many people knew their names across the lake.This city has also produced two very famous men in history, but when one of them was born, the name of this place was Aaronmado, and when the other was born, this place was called Fermorena.But Falmadin has been trying to forget these two people - Rollin Darkbreaker and Julian Stonebow.In fact, these two men are the reason Rand is here.

A few glanced at Rand as he passed them, but only a glance.He is obviously a foreigner here, the locals don't have blue eyes, and they don't cut their hair short to the shoulders like him. The men here even grow their hair to the waist, and some of them tie it At the back of the neck, some are pinned up with hairpins.His brown woolen coat might have belonged to any good businessman.Although it was cold and windy, he was not the only one without a cloak here.Mostly Kandors with pointed beards, Arafites with little bells on their braids, or hook-nosed Saldaeans, men and women from the Frontier Kingdom would find the weather here to be cooler than theirs. The hometown is much milder.And there was nothing about him that could tell that he was not from the frontier country.For the cold, he had only to refuse to let it touch him, to ignore it, like a small flying insect.The cloak might get in his way if he ever had a moment to act.

Not even his height attracted anyone's attention; there were quite a few very tall people in Famedin, and they were all foreign.Manny Rochard was only one punch shorter than Rand, and Rand followed him all the time. If pedestrians or sedan chairs were inserted into them, Rand would not be in a hurry. He could even use these to hide himself .He had dyed his hair black with Nynaeve's herbs, and if the renegade martyr turned suddenly, he probably wouldn't notice him, and he wasn't worried about being lost.The natives of Famedin all wear dark clothes, with some bright embroidery on the chest and shoulders, and, if they are wealthier, perhaps a gem-encrusted barrette.The clothing of foreign merchants is more cool and does not make them look rich, and their bodyguards and coachmen are tightly wrapped in coarse woolen clothes.Mannay's bright red silk coat is very eye-catching here.He walked across the square like a king, one hand resting easily on the hilt of his sword, his fur-trimmed cloak billowing behind him.He's a fool, his cloak and sword are too noticeable.His waxed curly beard suggested he was a Morandi, and a Morandi should be shivering in this weather.And that sword... what a complete fool.

You're the fool, and only fools come to this place, Lews Therin gasped frantically in his mind.madman!madman!We must leave!Must leave! Rand didn't listen to the voice, he pulled the cotton gloves tighter, and followed Mannay at a steady pace.There are many market guards in the square staring at this guy.Foreigners are seen here as brash troublemakers, and the Morandis have a particularly bad reputation.Foreigners with swords always drew the attention of the town guards, and Rand was glad he had left them with Min in the inn.Min was stronger in his mind than Elayne and Aviendha, stronger than Elana, and he could only feel them vaguely, but Ming seemed to live in his mind.

Mannai left Anhalai and walked deep into the city.A flock of pigeons took off from the roof, but instead of spreading their wings and flying into the air, they collided and tumbled to the flagstone floor.Everyone opened their mouths in surprise, even the city guards who were staring intently at Mannai, but Mannai continued to walk forward without looking back.However, even if he saw it, it didn't matter, the effect of the time axis meant nothing to him, because he already knew that Rand was in this city, otherwise he wouldn't have come here. Rand followed him to Pleasure Street, which was divided into two main streets, left and right, by a row of bare gray trees.Rand smiled.Perhaps Mannay and his friends thought they were very clever, perhaps they found the map of the Northern Maridor Plain on the top of the bookshelf at the Rock of Tire; This open book recording the southern cities; and various other clues that were deliberately left behind.Anyone in a hurry could make such small omissions, but it only took two or three of these clues to put together and it was clear that they pointed to Famedin.Mannay and his cohorts found these clues faster than Rand expected, or someone helped them find them.It doesn't matter what the actual situation is.

Rand didn't know why the Morandi came here before the others, but he knew that they were all coming here.Tovo, Curran, Godfein and Zisman, they want to accomplish what they couldn't do in Cairhien here.It's a pity that those Forsaken wouldn't be so stupid as to come here to hunt him down, they'd just send someone else.Rand wanted to kill Mannay before the others arrived.Now there are only him and Mannay, but he wants to find a better opportunity to ensure that Mannay can be killed quietly.It had been two days since Mannay had been in Farmedin, and he was asking everyone if they had seen the tall red-haired man.Looking at that arrogant posture, it seems that nothing can worry him.He's met pretty much everyone who bears some resemblance to his description.To this day, he still sees himself as the hunter, not the prey.

Did you bring us here to die!Lews Therin groaned.The result of coming here can only be as terrible as death! Rand shrugged uneasily.He agrees with the last sentence.He'd be as happy as Lews Therin if he could leave, but sometimes the only options he had were horrible and scarier.Mannay was right in front of him, almost within reach, and that was all that mattered now. The shops and hotels built with gray stones on both sides of the Happy Street are quite different from the buildings around the Anhalai Market. The silversmith's shop replaced the knife and scissors shop, and then was replaced by the goldsmith's shop.Embroidery and tapestry appeared in tailor shop windows, and woolen clothing faded away.A convoy of four or six carriages of the same color and size appeared on the street. The doors of these carriages were often decorated with different family crests, and the riders rode purebred Till horses or horses. Other good men.There are more and more chairs, and fewer and fewer pedestrians on foot, and even among these pedestrians, there are more people with ornate embroidery on the chest and shoulders than servants in livery.Hairpins were inlaid with stained glass, occasionally pearls and more precious stones.Of course, most people who have no money to sit in a sedan chair cannot afford gems.Only the cold wind here is still the same as Anhalai.Street market guards patrol the streets, scanning the pedestrians with the same vigilance. Their number is smaller than that of Anhalai Market, but they can also ensure that every corner of Happy Street is monitored.At every fork next to Happy Street, as long as it is not a narrow alley, there will be a stone sentry post. There is a sentry on the top of the post to monitor the movement on the street, and two guards at the bottom to respond to crimes. suppress.Famedin's methods of maintaining peace were quite strict.

Rand frowned as he watched Mannay walking along the street.Could it be that his destination is the Senior Advisory Plaza located in the very center of the island?There is only the Ministerial Hall, a monument with a history of more than 500 years.Since then, Famedin has been the capital of Maridol.Then there is the accountant's office of the richest woman in the city.In Famedin, a man's wealth always comes from his wife's gift or inheritance from his dead wife.Maybe Mannay was going to meet the Darkfriends, but if so, why was he walking so slowly? A sense of dizziness suddenly hit Rand, and a vague face appeared in his vision.He staggered into a nearby pedestrian, taller than Rand, with blond hair and a bright green uniform, carrying a large basket in his arms.He stretched out a hand and gently supported Rand, who was unsteady on his feet.Rand saw a long, shrunken scar on his sunburnt face.He bowed his head, apologized to Rand in a low voice, and then walked forward quickly.

Rand stood firm and cursed in a low voice.You have destroyed them, Lews Therin whispered in his head.Now you're going to destroy other people.How many more will the three of us kill before total destruction? Shut up!Rand thought viciously, but only a mocking laugh answered him.It wasn't meeting an Aiel that upset Rand.He had met many Aiel since Fameddin.Thousands of Aiel fled here after knowing the historical truth of their clan. They began to follow Ye Zhidao, and they didn't know what else they could do other than spend the rest of their lives as righteous disciples. something.Rand didn't even worry about his dizziness, nor did he have time to think whose face had just appeared before him.A carriage drawn by six gray horses was passing among many sedan chairs and pedestrians. Men and women passed in and out of various shop doors, but Rand could no longer find anyone in a red coat.Angrily, he clenched his gloved fist into the palm of his other hand.

It would be foolish to proceed blindly, and Mannay might find him.It hadn't occurred to Mannay so far that Rand knew he was there, an advantage he couldn't relinquish.He also knew Mannay's lodgings in the city, an inn for foreigners.He can wait until tomorrow to find another chance.But Mannay's accomplices may arrive tonight.Rand is sure to kill two of them at the same time. Even if the five of them get together, Rand has a chance to get rid of them, but he can't kill them quietly, and he is likely to be injured. , and is bound to lose his saber.He didn't want to lose the sword, it was a gift from Aviendha.If things were a little worse... A fur-trimmed cloak flashed out of the corner of his eye and disappeared around a street corner ahead, to which Rand immediately ran.The guard stationed next to the sentry box immediately stood up straight, the sentry on top of the sentry box pulled out the castanets at his waist, one of the two guards under the sentry box picked up the long stick by his side, and the other held up a fishing rod.The forked head of the grab pole can easily catch a person's limbs or neck, and it is covered with iron sheets to withstand the chopping of swords and axes.They all stared at Rand with stern eyes. Rand nodded to them, smiled, and then pretended to look at the crowd in the next alley.He's not a thief on the run, just a man on the hunt.Both the long stick and the catch pole were put back in place.Rand didn't look at the guards again. He glimpsed the cloak again, and perhaps a red coat.The man in that suit has moved into another street. Rand raised his hand as if to greet someone, and then ran towards the target.Leaving Happy Street, turn into a side alley, where peddlers are loudly selling things like needlework and hair combs.The clothes of passers-by are much simpler, and people often just wear the simplest hair clips or put their hair in a bun.The deeper you go into the alley, the less pedestrians there are and the more twists and turns the road becomes.Here and there a cheap inn could be seen, or a narrow-faced stone building three or four stories high, mixed with a butcher's shop, a candle shop, a barber's shop, a tinsmith's shop, a potter's shop, and a cooper's shop.Carriages cannot be driven into such alleys, nor are chairs and people on horseback.A handful of servants wearing uniforms and carrying baskets walked at a leisurely pace, staring at everyone except the market guards.Of course, even in this kind of alley, there will still be market guards patrolling and standing guard. Now Rand could finally see his target clearly.Mannay seemed to have the brains to wrap the cloak over his tunic and his useless sword, but Rand still recognized him instantly.Mannay seemed to be trying his best to avoid everyone's attention. He clung to the edge of the street, his shoulders almost rubbing against the facades of those shops.He glanced around suddenly, and then ran into an alley, which was flanked by a basket weaving workshop and a tavern whose signboard was so dirty that it could not be read clearly.Rand almost laughed, and he followed Mannay without hesitation.It is impossible to have street guards and sentries in such small alleys. The road became more winding and winding, and as complicated as a spider's web.Mannay was gone, but Rand could hear the sound of his boots on the muddy road, echoing back and forth between the windowless stone walls, so Rand couldn't tell where the sound was coming from.Rand continued to run in the alley where only two people could pass side by side, chasing the voice.Why did Mannay come to this maze?He was obviously sprinting somewhere, but he had no way of knowing where the alleys led. Suddenly realizing that he could only hear his own footsteps now, Rand stood still.There was silence all around.Before him, the alley split into three.He held his breath and pricked up his ears, still silent.Just when he decided to turn around, a slight sound came from the alley closest to him, as if a walker had inadvertently kicked a stone into the wall.Better kill that guy now. Rand turned and entered the alley, only to find Mannay waiting for him. The Morandi had let go of his cloak, pressed his hands on the hilt of his sword, and tied the hilt and scabbard with a Famedin peace knot made of thin thread.Mannay smiled mockingly. "You're like a dove. A little bait can catch you." He drew his blade.The threads of the peace knot had all been severed, only superficially pretending to be intact. "Run away, if you want." Rand didn't run. On the contrary, he took a step forward, put his left hand on the end of the hilt of Manner's sword, and pushed the half-drawn blade back into the scabbard.Mannai's eyes widened in surprise, but he still didn't realize that his moment of triumph had already killed him.He stepped back, trying to make room to draw his sword, but Rand followed closely, keeping the blade in its sheath.At the same time, he punched Manna hard on the throat with an hook, and with the loud cartilage cracking sound, the traitor immediately lost his intention to kill.He staggered back, eyes wide, his hands over his throat, trying desperately to draw some air through the ruptured windpipe. As Rand was about to deliver the final blow to Manny just below the breastbone, a faint whine of wind rang out behind him.Rand suddenly thought of Mannay's sneering smile just now, he kicked Mannay down, and fell on Mannay himself.Behind him came the heavy sound of metal hitting a stone wall and a man swearing.Rand seized Manner's sword, somersaulted forward, and drew the sword.Manna let out a shrill, incoherent scream.Rand squatted up and immediately turned around. Relfar Zissman looked down at Manna, and opened his mouth wide in surprise. The blade he was going to pierce Rand pierced into Manna's chest, and the blood foam kept flowing from the Morandi's The corners of his mouth welled up, and he kicked the ground with his heels, and his blood-soaked hands tightly grasped the sharp knife that had pierced his chest, as if trying to pull it out of his body.Zisman was a man of medium height, and his complexion was considered fair among the Tyrians. His clothes were as plain as Rand's except for the sword belt around his waist, which was also covered under the cloak. , so he will not be noticed by anyone in Famedin. Zisman's astonishment lasted only a short moment.When Rand stood up holding the sword in both hands, he had already drawn the saber from Mannay's chest, and instead of looking at the accomplice he killed, he stared at Rand closely.His hands moved nervously back and forth on the hilt of his sword.Obviously, he belongs to those who are proud of the One Power and disdain to learn sword skills.Rand himself had never felt such disdain.Mannay twitched one last time, fixed her eyes on the sky, and stopped moving. "It's time to die." Rand whispered.But as he came forward, behind the Tyrian came the sound of castanets, and then another castanets, the market guards. "They'll catch us all," gasped Zissman, sounding rather flustered. "If they find us standing on a corpse, they'll hang us all! They will!" Zissman was right, if the city guards found them here, they would at least be thrown into the dungeon under the Master's Hall.More castanets sounded and moved towards them quickly. The guards must have noticed that the three men entered the same alley one by one. Maybe they even saw Zisman's sword.Rand nodded reluctantly. The Tyrian stepped back cautiously.When he saw that Rand was not approaching, he put away his blade and ran away desperately. The black cloak immediately floated behind him. Rand threw Manae's sword over his body and ran in the other direction.There was no sound of castanets in that direction yet.If he was lucky enough to run back into the street in time to blend in with the crowd, it wasn't the noose that he was afraid of.If he took off the gloves to reveal the dragon pattern on his arm, Rand believed that his life would not be in any danger.But Famedin's senior officials have publicly announced that they will accept Elaida's strange decree. If he is thrown into prison, he will have to wait for the envoy of the White Tower.So he also started to run away with all his might. Zissman finally ran into the crowd and saw three market guards rushing in from the alley he just ran out of. He sighed with relief, clasped his cloak tightly with both hands to cover his sword, and walked forward with the crowd go.There must be absolutely no movement that would cause the guards to be vigilant.Two market guards walked past him carrying a big sack, in which was a tied up prisoner, with only his head sticking out of the sack, looking around with fear in his eyes.Zisman shivered, damn it, that might have happened to him too! Zisman felt that he was an idiot, and only an idiot would listen to Mannai's words and run here first with him.They should wait for others to arrive, avoid the attention of others, enter the city separately, and then act after they get together. This is their original plan.But Mannay wanted the honor of killing Rand Arthur, the Morandi desperate to prove himself stronger than Rand Arthur.Now, he himself had died because of it, and almost made Zisman die with him, which made Zisman especially angry.Compared with glory, Zisman wants power more. He has been fantasizing about ruling the Rock of Tyre, and even other countries.He wanted immortality, and these were the promised favors.His anger also stemmed from his not knowing if he should really kill Rand Arthur.By the Lord of Darkness, he wanted to kill Rand Arthur.As long as Rand Arthur isn't dead, he won't be able to sleep well, but... "Kill him," Mihail ordered them when he sent them to Cairhien. Their failure displeased Mihail, and Famedin would be their last chance. "Kill him." Demande issued the same order a little later.He also ordered that if they were found again, they would be better off dead.The Forsaken's order also included Mihail, as if he didn't know Marim's order. Still later, Moridy said: "Kill him if necessary, but more importantly, bring back to me all that is his, and that will allow me to forgive you for your previous crimes." That People say he's one of the Forsaken too, no one would be crazy enough to tell such a lie, but he seems to think something in Rand Arthur's hands is more important than Rand Arthur's life, and killing him Just a side quest. Moridy and Diamond were the only two Forsaken Zissman had ever seen, but they were already giving him a headache, and they were more terrifying than the Cairhien.Zisman believed that their silence would kill more quickly than the command of a Tyrian lord.Well, as soon as Torvald and Godefin arrive, they can... His right arm was stabbed suddenly, and he looked down, surprised to see the blood was spreading rapidly on his clothes.In terms of feeling, the wound wasn't very deep, but it was impossible for an ordinary thief to cut his arm so easily. "He's mine." A male whisper sounded behind him, but when he turned around, he saw only pedestrians coming and going.Several people noticed the blood on his cloak and turned their heads immediately.It's a place where no one wants to be associated with any violence, and people are very good at ignoring what they don't want to see. The pain from the wound on the arm became more and more unbearable.Zisman let go of the cloak, and pressed the sleeve that had turned black and red with his left hand. He could feel that his right arm had begun to swell, and it was terribly hot.He saw his right hand, and his face contorted in terror.His right hand was black and swollen like a week-old corpse. He began to run wildly, pushing anyone who stood in his way aside or knocked to the ground.He didn't know what happened to him or how it happened, but he knew what would happen to him.His only chance now was to get out of the city at once, across the lake, into those mountains.A horse, he needs a horse!There must be a chance.He has been promised that he will live forever!He could only see people on foot.Everyone is avoiding him.He seemed to hear the castanets of the guards, but that might just be because his eardrums were congesting.Everything went dark.His face hit something hard and he knew he had fallen.His last thought was that the Forsaken was punishing him, but why, he couldn't say at all. When Rand walked into the Maridol Crown Hotel, there were only a few men sitting at the round table in the lobby.Despite the inn's ornate name, the decor is rather modest.There are about twenty rooms on the upper two floors of the three-story hotel.The barmen who serve the drinkers here wear long yellow aprons.There is a stone fireplace at each end of the hall, and the raging fire makes the whole hall warm like spring.The shutters were all closed and bolted, but the oil lamps on the walls kept the room fairly bright.From the smell of dishes emanating from the kitchen, today's lunch should be fish from the lakes around the city.Rand felt a little regretful that he could not have lunch here. The chefs at Maridol Crown were quite skilled. He saw Lan sitting at a table against the wall, the Warder with his hair tied back in a braided leather cord in a way that made more than one Farmati look sideways at him, but Lan would never take it off. Genhai Duoli.He looked into Rand's eyes, and Rand nodded toward the stairs at the back of the room.Lan didn't show any doubts, but immediately put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked towards the stairs. Even with only a knife in his waist, he still exuded a dangerous aura, but Rand didn't care about it.Several drinkers in the hall glanced at Rand. For some reason, when they saw Rand's eyes, they immediately looked away. Rand walked near the kitchen and stopped at the door leading to the ladies' room, where men were not allowed to enter.The Ladies' Room was not much prettier than the Great Hall, save for a few floral designs painted on the yellow walls.Standing lamps and fireplaces here are also painted yellow.The waitresses wore the same yellow aprons as the male waiters in the lobby.The proprietress, Mrs. Nahra, a slender, gray-haired woman, was sitting with Min, Nynaeve, and Alivia, drinking tea and chatting and laughing. Seeing the former slave, Rand gritted his teeth. Nynaeve said that the woman insisted on following them, but Rand didn't believe that anyone could "hold on" to anything against her will.Why Nynaeve took Alivia with her, Rand didn't know.Ever since Rand had left Elayne for Nynaeve, she had always been secretive, as if she wanted desperately to be an Aes Sedai.All three women wore high-necked Famedin dresses embroidered with colorful flowers and birds from their chests and shoulders to their chins.Nynaeve sometimes complained about such clothes, no doubt preferring the sturdy Two Rivers wool skirt to this delicate gown.But now, she seemed to feel that the Jishan red spot on her forehead was not enough to attract attention, and she wore countless jewels on her body, as if she was going to participate in a royal audience.Her gold sash, long necklace, and bracelets were studded with sapphires and polished green gemstones Rand did not recognize, and she wore matching rings on each finger of her right hand.The giant snake ring has been put away by her, in order to avoid the attention of others, but the audience she can attract with this outfit must be ten times more than a giant snake ring.Many don't know about the Aes Sedai's ring, but anyone can tell how much wealth she carries. Rand cleared his throat and bent down. "Honey, let's go upstairs, I have something to tell you." When he was about to straighten up, he finally remembered to say: "If you want." There are etiquette.It was just that he wished they would not delay any longer, and they probably did, if only to show the innkeeper's wife that they would never do what he told them to do.For some reason, people in Famedin always think that foreign women are obedient to men! Ming turned around in her chair and smiled at him the way she always did every time he called her "wife."The image of her in Rand's mind was warm and cheerful, sparkling with joy, and she seemed to be having fun with her time at Famedin.Then she leaned over to Mrs. Nahra again, but her eyes were still on Rand.She lowered her voice and said something to the older woman, and Mrs Nahra immediately let out a giggle and made a face at Nynaeve. Alivia stood up, and Rand still vaguely remembered how she looked when she was entrusted to Marim, but she was completely different now.To Rand, all the captured slaves and slave masters were just a heavy burden, and it was a happy thing for him to be able to get rid of this burden.Alivia's blond hair already has a lot of white strands, and the crow's feet around her eyes are also obvious, but these eyes have become quite bold now. "How?" she said slowly, looking directly at Nynaeve, her tone part criticism, part order. Nynaeve glared at the woman before standing up gracefully, smoothing the folds of her skirt.At least she's still on her feet.Rand had already run up the stairs at this time, Lan was waiting for him at the landing on the second floor, he was standing in a position to avoid the sight of the guests in the hall.Rand lowered his voice and briefly told Lan about what happened just now, Lan's rocky face remained unchanged. "At least one of them is missing," Rand said, heading for his and Nynaeve's room. "I'll get ready." Rand ran into his and Ming's room, hastily carried the clothes out of the tall wardrobe, and stuffed them into a wicker box.Min came into the room after a while, Nynaeve and Alivia following her. "Guangming, you are going to destroy all my clothes." Ming Gao shouted and pushed Rand away from the crate, then took out the clothes one by one, folded them on the bed, and put them in Rand's hand Next to a saber tied with a peace knot. "Why are we packing?" she asked.But she didn't give Rand a chance to answer. "Mrs. Nahra said, if I whipped you every morning, you wouldn't be so dull." She laughed, shaking off one of her coats, which she still carried which would surely not be in the house. Outerwear worn here.Rand had said he'd buy her new ones, but she'd never let go of the embroidered tunics and trousers. "I told her that I would consider doing this. She likes Lan very much." Ming suddenly raised his voice, imitating the hotel proprietress and said, "I always say that an elegant and gentle man is much better than a pretty face. " Nynaeve snorted. "Who would want a man who can jump through hoops with a snap of his fingers?" Rand glanced at her, and Ming opened his mouth even more.They had all seen with their own eyes that if Nynaeve snapped her fingers, Rand would slip through a fire-breathing hoop.How a man tolerated his woman so much, Rand still couldn't understand. "You think too much about men." This time it was Alivia's slow voice.Nynaeve frowned, but said nothing, just stood where she was, running her fingers over a bracelet on her wrist.The bracelet was peculiar, with four flat gold chains connecting it to four rings on the four fingers of the left hand.Alivia shook her head, as if disappointed by Nynaeve's silence. "We must pack, and quickly," Rand said quickly.He wondered why Nynaeve didn't speak, but from the look on Nynaeve's face, he felt that she might soon grab the braids and yell at everyone in the room, keeping them silent for hours. . Rand repeated what he had just told Lan.Min had already packed her clothes and started packing her books into the second crate, speeding up noticeably without even wrapping them in her cloak as usual.The other two women just stared at Rand as if they had never seen him before.Seeing that they didn't understand what he meant like Ming did, Rand had to say impatiently: "Mannai and Zisman ambushed me, and they knew I was following. Zisman escaped, if he knew this An inn, and he, Corran, Godfein, and Torvale will be here with him. They may be here in two or three days, and they may be in an hour." "I'm not a fool." Nynaeve continued to stare at him, but there was no anger in her voice. Could it be that her annoyance was just faking? "If you want to tidy up quickly, help Ming, stop loitering like a wool head." She looked at Rand for a while, then shook her head and walked out of the room. Alivia stopped again before catching up with Nynaeve, and gave Rand a final look. She no longer had that obedient look on her body. “你这样做只能要自己的命，”她不以为然地说，“你还有太多事要做，所以现在还不能死。你必须让我们帮助你。” 当房门被关上时，兰德仍然看着那扇门，双眉紧皱。“明，你在她身上有没有看到什么？” “一直都有，但不是你所指的那些，而我也不明白那些都是什么。”她朝一本书皱皱鼻子，将它放到一旁。明随身带了不少书，但她从不会丢下任何一本，她挑出这本书显然是为了方便随时阅读，只要一有空闲，她就会把鼻尖埋进书页里。“兰德，”她的语速非常缓慢，“你做了很多事。杀死一个人，和另一个人对峙，但……兰德，我什么都没感觉到。我是说在和你的约缚里，没有恐惧，没有愤怒，甚至没有警戒！什么都没有。” “我并不对他感到愤怒，”兰德摇摇头，又一次开始将衣服塞进柳条箱里，“他只是需要被杀死。仅此而已，我又为什么要害怕？” “哦，”明悄声说，“我明白了。”她继续俯身去整理那些书。他们的约缚中只有一片寂静，似乎明已经陷入了沉思，但这片寂静中却仿佛有一根令人困扰的丝线在蠕动。 “明，我绝不会让你出任何事。”他并不知道自己能不能实现这个承诺，但他会为此竭尽全力。 明的脸上露出笑容。光明啊，她真美。“我知道，兰德，我也不会让你出任何事。”爱意在约缚中流淌，如同中午明媚的阳光。“但艾丽维娅是对的，你必须让我们帮助你。如果你清楚地描述一下那些人的容貌，也许我们可以帮你去打听他们的行踪。你不可能一个人搜遍全城。” 我们都是死人，路斯·瑟林嘟囔着。死人应该安静地待在坟墓里，但他们却从不懂得安静。 兰德几乎没注意到脑海中的声音，他突然意识到，自己不必描述那些人的长相，他能把他们栩栩如生地画出来。他从来都不会画画，但路斯·瑟林会，这原本应该会吓到他，但他的心情没有任何波动。 伊沙姆在屋中踱着步，审视着特·雅兰·瑞奥德中永不消失的微光。床上凌乱不堪的被褥在眨眼间就变得整洁如新，一转眼又变回了原样，满是花卉纹样的被单变成朴素的深红色，又变成拼布被。这里的一切都在不断变幻。对于这些，他并不在意，他没办法像弃光魔使那样使用特·雅兰·瑞奥德，但这是他感觉最自由的地方。在这里，他可以做他想做的人物，这个想法让他笑了起来。 他在床边停下，小心地抽出两把淬毒匕首，然后走出看不见的世界，进入清醒的世界。在这里，他成为了卢瑟，这种感觉很恰当。 清醒世界中的这个房间还是一片昏暗，不过从唯一一扇窗户中透进来的月光已经足以让卢瑟看清床上两个人的轮廓了。卢瑟毫不迟疑地将匕首分别插进这两具躯体，他们醒了过来，发出微弱的呼声。卢瑟拔起匕首，一次又一次地插下去，匕首上的剧毒足以让这两个人失去叫喊的力量，并迅速死去。但卢瑟想要亲手杀死他们，这种快感是毒药无法带给他的。当卢瑟将匕首刺入他们肋骨的缝隙，这两个人很快就停止了抽搐。 卢瑟在床单上揩净匕首，再小心把它们插回鞘中。他得到了许多礼物，但他还是无法抵抗剧毒和利刃。然后他从口袋中取出一根短蜡烛，吹去壁炉中炭火上的积灰，将烛芯点燃，他总是喜欢看看被他杀死的人。当然，最好还是看着人们在他的手中慢慢死去。最让他感到愉悦的是在提尔之岩杀死的那两个两仪师。当他凭空出现时，她们脸上犹疑的表情；当她们意识到他并非她们的救星时，那种恐惧的神色。那都是宝贵的回忆，那是伊沙姆的回忆，不是他的，但也是同样宝贵。无论是伊沙姆或卢瑟，都没有太多机会能杀死两仪师。 他仔细看了几眼床上的一男一女，然后掐灭烛火，将蜡烛放回口袋里，回到特·雅兰·瑞奥德。此刻，他的主人正在等他，他相信那是个男人，但仅此而已。卢瑟无法看到那个人，那种感觉和看灰人不同，恶心的灰人总会让你忽略掉他们。他曾经杀死过一个灰人，在白塔里，灰人的触感是冰冷而且空虚的，杀死他们就像杀死尸体。而这个人肯定是用至上力挡住了卢瑟的视线，让他的目光只能滑到一旁，就像水从玻璃上滑走，卢瑟只能依稀从眼角看到一个模糊的影子。“睡在那个房间里的两个人要永远睡下去了，”卢瑟说，“但那个男人是秃头，女人则满头灰发。” “真可惜。”这个人开口了。他的声音仿佛在卢瑟的耳中融成一团，让卢瑟听不出这声音有什么特点。他一定是弃光魔使。除了弃光魔使之外，很少有人知道该如何找到他，而那些人之中几乎没有人能够导引，更没有人敢对他发号施令。别人只能乞求他的帮助，除非是暗主和弃光魔使，但卢瑟以前遇到的弃光魔使都不曾这样伪装过自己。 “您想让我再试一次吗？”卢瑟问。 “也许吧，等候我的命令，不要擅自行动。记住，不要把这件事告诉任何人。” “服从您的命令。”卢瑟鞠躬答道。此时这个人已经编织出一个通道，那是一个巨大的缺口，对面是一片白雪皑皑的林地。没等卢瑟抬起头，他已经走了。这的确很可惜。卢瑟宁愿去杀死他的侄子和与他侄子通奸的荡妇。不过，他可以靠狩猎打发时间，那的确是一件乐事。他成了伊沙姆，伊沙姆比卢瑟更喜欢杀狼。