Chapter 19 CHAPTER XIV A LETTER FROM MIHAE

One mile to the west of the ridge is the camp, full of people, horses and bonfires, flags fluttering in the wind and a few scattered tents gathered together according to different countries and families.Each camp was like a swamp, separated from the others by rows of heather bushes.Men on horseback and on foot watched the Rand banner fly past and peered out at the other camps to see how the others reacted.But all around Aiel's camp gathered together and built a great camp.One of their few things in common united them—they were not Aiel, and despite their denials, they were afraid of Aiel.The world would die unless Rand succeeded, but Rand would never dream that they would have any loyalty to him.What they firmly believe is that this world exists only for them, for their desire for money, fame or power.Maybe a few were loyal to him, a handful, but most of the nobles followed him only because they feared him more than the Aiel, perhaps more than the Dark One.Some of them don't believe that the Dark Emperor really exists in their hearts, and they don't believe that the Dark Emperor is harming the world and will bring more serious disasters to the world.Rand actually stood in front of these nobles, making them have to believe.Now, they can only accept it.There were too many battles ahead for Rand to waste his strength on one he could not win.It is enough that they follow and obey him.

The largest encampment was Rand's own, filled with fellow Irians in green tunics with yellow cuffs; Guardians of Tyr in their tunics of gold and black with lantern sleeves; and an equal number from Cairhien More than forty families, Cairhien soldiers in dark clothes with flags on their backs.They cooked over separate campfires, slept separately, fed their horses separately, and watched each other only with wary eyes.But none of them will leave this camp. It is their responsibility to protect the safety of Dragon Reborn.They work hard.Any of them could betray Rand, but never while others were watching.The old hatred and the new loathing will make all the plots of traitors betrayed at once.

Around Rand's tent stood a circle of sharp-clad soldiers whose green silk tunics were embroidered with bees all over with gold thread.This force originally belonged to Rand's predecessor, Martin Stepano, and from a certain point of view, they were the Crown Guards.Standing shoulder to shoulder with them were the rock guardians in their high-ridged and wide-brimmed helmets and the Cairhienians in their bell-shaped helmets, ignoring the frigid winds, their faces shielded by barred visors.The halberds they held were tilted at exactly the same angle.None of the soldiers moved when Landra tightened the reins.However, a group of servants had come running to serve Rand and the Martyr dismounted.A thin woman in a yellow-green groom's vest from the Illian palace held Rand's reins, and Rand's stirrups were held up by a sinewy man in a black and gold uniform from the Rock of Tyr.At the same time they took hold of the horse's forehead mane, and as their hands clashed they gave each other a savage look.Pauline Carriff, a stocky, fair-skinned woman in dark clothes, presented Rand with a haughty look on a silver tray containing steaming wet towels.She is a Cairhien.She turned her eyes to the two people working for Landrama, seeming to supervise them to work well, but she could hardly hide her dislike for them, but she was still careful.The conflict between servants is similar to that between soldiers.

Rand took off his riding gloves and waved Polina back.When Rand dismounted, Dahmer Flynn rose from a finely carved stool in front of the tent, completely bald on the top of his head save for a few coarse white hairs at the temples.He looked more like a weather-beaten, stiff-legged old grandfather than a martyr, but he had seen far more than a farm.The saber at his waist looked a bit long compared to him, and it looked like it should be a former queen's guard's sword.But Rand trusted him more than most, and at least Flynn had saved his life. Flynn pressed his fist on his chest and saluted Rand.Rand nodded to him, and he limped toward Rand.He waited until the grooms and servants led the horses away, and then he lowered his voice and said to Rand: "Tovo is here, he said that Mihaier sent him, and he wants to wait for you in the tent of the Council of Nine. I will let you Narima looked at him." This was Rand's order, although he himself did not quite understand why such an order was given.No one from the Dark Tower can act alone.Flynn hesitantly stroked the dragon emblem on the black collar with his fingers. "He wouldn't be happy if he knew you made us all get promoted."

"Then make him unhappy," Rand said softly, tucking his riding gloves into his sword belt.Seeing that the hesitant expression on Flynn's face still did not fade, he said again: "You are all qualified." Rand originally planned to send a martyr to meet Taim, and the martyr called him Mihail—— Leader, but now Tovo can help Rand carry the letter there.In the Council of Nine tent? "Send someone to bring over some drinks." He finished speaking to Flynn, and motioned for Hopeway and Daxiwa to follow him. Flynn saluted again, but Rand had already stepped away, black mud pouring from the soles of his boots.There was no cheer for him in the wind.He could remember the cheers he had had.If only it wasn't a memory of Lews Therin, if only Lews Therin never existed.A touch of color flashed from the edge of his vision, and the feeling that someone was about to touch him came from behind.He tried to focus himself.

The nine-member council tent was a large tent that was once placed on the Marido Plain. Now this tent is right in the center of Rand's camp, with bare flat ground within thirty steps around it.There were no guards here, except when Rand was meeting with nobles; but anyone who tried to sneak in would be instantly spotted by a thousand watchful eyes.Three banners hung on tall poles forming a triangle around the tent—Cairhien's Sunrise Banner, Tyr's Three Crescent Banner, and Irian's Golden Bee Banner.And at the top of the scarlet tent, higher than the other banners, flew the Dragon Banner and the Bright Banner.All the flags were blown by the strong wind, making a loud sound of thrashing the air.The big tent was also trembling in the wind.Inside the tent, the floor was carpeted with colorful silk tassels, and the only furniture was a large, intricately carved, gilded table inlaid with ivory and turquoise.A pile of maps almost completely covers the desktop.

Tovo looked up from the map, with an expression on his face that he just wanted someone to scold him.He was almost middle-aged, only a little shorter than Rand, with a cold light in his eyes, and his pointed nose was trembling slightly with anger.The dragon and sword emblems reflected light on his collar.The silk tunic he wore gleamed black, well cut and well-fitting for a lord.His hilt was of pure silver and gold, and at the end of it was set a brilliant ruby, and on his ring was a ruby ​​likewise.Only by letting men have considerable arrogance can men be trained as weapons.But Rand still didn't like Tovo.At this time, Rand no longer needed Lews Therin's voice, and he would begin to suspect these men in black.How much can he trust these people?Even Flynn?But he must lead them.The martyrdom was created by him alone, and it is his responsibility.

Seeing Rand, Torvo straightened up and saluted Rand, but his expression didn't change at all.When Rand saw him for the first time, there was a sneer on his lips. "Your Majesty the Dragon." There was a Tarabon accent in his words, and the tone seemed to be greeting a person of the same generation, or expressing concern for the younger generation.Then he bowed haughtily again, as if to greet Rand and Hopeway and Dashiva behind him at the same time. "Congratulations on your conquest of Illian. It was a great victory, wasn't it? We should have a drink for it, but this young...devotor...doesn't seem to understand the order."

From one corner of the tent came the slight tinkling of a bell, Narima's silver bell tied at the end of two black braids.Narima had been tanned by the southern sun, but something about him hadn't changed.He was older than Rand, but his face looked younger than Hopwell's.There were two blushes on his cheeks now, from anger, not embarrassment.The newly obtained sword emblem made him feel proud, that pride was calm but deep.Tovo smiled at him, a slow smile that was both happy and dangerous.Daxiwa also laughed, and after a brief laugh, there was no expression on his face. "What are you doing here, Torval?" Rand asked.He tossed the Dragon Token and Gloves onto the map, then dropped the Swordbelt and Sword.Tovo had no reason to study the maps.Rand's suspicion had nothing to do with Lews Therin's voice.

Tovo shrugged, took out a letter from his coat pocket, and handed it to Rand. "Letter from Mihaier." The letter was white and thick, and the oval blue wax seal was dotted with gold, with a dragon printed on it.Anyone would think this is the mark of the reincarnated true dragon.Tym did think highly of himself. "Mihaier let me tell you, those things about the Aes Sedai forming an army in Morandi are true, there are rumors that they are traitors against Tar Valon..." Tovo's sneer deepened Now, he obviously didn't believe such rumors, "...but they are marching towards the Black Tower, and soon they will become our danger, won't they?"

Rand crushed the ornate wax seal with his fingertips. "They're coming to Caemlyn, not the Dark Tower. They're not a threat. My orders are clear. Leave the Aes Sedai alone, unless they attack you." "But how can you be sure they're not a threat?" Torvo was still insisting. "Maybe you're right, they're just coming to Caemlyn, but if you're wrong, we won't be able to prepare in time." "Tovo may be right," interposed Dashiva thoughtfully. "I wouldn't trust the women who put me in the box. And they didn't swear. They really didn't." ?” "I said, leave them alone!" Rand slammed the table.Hopway was taken aback, Daxiwa frowned angrily, and hurriedly erased the expression, but Rand was not interested in Daxiwa's emotions.His hand inadvertently (he was sure it was inadvertently) pressed on the real dragon token.His arms trembled, longing to take the short spear and pierce Torvo's heart.He no longer needed Lews Therin's reminder. "The Martyr is a weapon that obeys my orders, not an old hen that flaps its wings and hops around every time Tam is frightened by a few Aes Sedai gathered for dinner at the same inn .If necessary, I will go back and explain everything." "I believe you don't need to do this." Tovo said immediately, and this time the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth finally disappeared.There was a nervous look in his eyes, and he spread his hands awkwardly, almost as if to apologize.Obviously, he was scared. "Mihail just wanted to tell you this. After the Creed is read in the morning sermon every day, your commands will also be read aloud." "That's good." Rand still kept his voice calm, restraining the anger in his heart.This guy was afraid of his beloved Mihail, not Dragon Reborn.He was afraid that if Rand took his anger out on Tym because of him, Tym would think he wasn't doing his job well. "If any of you try to get close to those women who are still in Morandi, I will kill him. You can take this sentence back." Tovo bowed stiffly, and murmured, "At your command, Your Majesty the Dragon." He bared his teeth as if trying to smile, but he couldn't stop the quivering of his nose.He tried to avoid looking into other people's eyes, trying to avoid looking at everything.Daxiwa laughed again, and the corners of Hopway's mouth curled up slightly. But Narima wasn't happy about Tovo's embarrassment, he didn't notice it at all.He looked at Rand without blinking, as if he sensed a turbulent undercurrent in Rand-and no one else noticed it.Most women and a fair number of men thought Narima was just a boy, but those unusually large eyes seemed to see much more than other people. Rand raised his hand from the dragon token and opened the letter.His hands trembled not so much.Tovo smiled weakly, in such a bad mood that he didn't notice anything.Narima leaned against the tent wall and moved easily. At this time, the drinks were delivered.Polinnie went first, followed by a whole procession of servants, in the uniforms of the courts of Illian, Cairhien, and Tyr, carrying silver trays of mulled and mulled wine, glass goblets, and other various things.A pink-cheeked guy in a yellow-green uniform was holding a basin of water; another dark-skinned woman in gold and black was carrying a jug of hot water for washing her face.They also brought all kinds of dried fruits and fruits, cheeses and olives, and each servant held one.Under Pollini's command, the servants bowed and curtseyed like a dance, and brought what they brought one by one. Rand ordered a glass of mulled wine, jumped to sit on the table, and put the steaming glass aside without taking a sip.It seemed that all his energy was concentrated on that letter.The letter had no title, no introduction, and Tym hated calling Rand by any title, though he tried to hide the fact: Rand grimly pushed those...those black plum trees...out of his mind.What should be done must be done, and the world will pay the price for his existence.He will die for it, but the whole world will pay. There are many other things to worry about.Three or four people a day?Tym was optimistic.It was true that in a few months more men would be able to channel than there were Aes Sedai, but every Aes Sedai had to go through years of training.And a considerable part of these trainings is how to restrain a man who can channel.Rand didn't want any conflict between the Martyr and the Aes Sedai, that way the Aes Sedai knew who they were dealing with, the Martyr didn't, and blood and remorse would be the only outcome of such a conflict.Regardless of what Tym thinks, the Martyrdom wasn't established against the White Tower.However, if Tar Valon could be forced to act cautiously, it would also provide Rand with a lot of convenience.A martyr only needs to know how to kill.If the time and place are right, if they live long enough, this will be their life. "How many escaped, Torval?" Rand said quietly.He picked up his glass and took a sip, as if Tovo's answer meant nothing to him.The wine was a little too hot, and the ginger, sweet pear, and cardamom in it made his tongue a little bitter. "How many people were lost in training?" Tovo rubbed his hands, raised an eyebrow, and chose these wines, showing a look of knowing these wines, and seemed surprised that there was such a good wine here—he was recovering himself calm down.Dashiva accepted the wine offered by the first servant, but only glared at the wine in the spiral goblet, as if it contained only dirty water.Torvo tilted his head thoughtfully and pointed to a tray, but his answer to Rand seemed to be ready. "A total of 19 people have escaped so far. Mihaier ordered that as long as they are found, they will be executed immediately and their heads will be brought back as a warning." He picked up a piece of sugar pear from the tray and stuffed it into his mouth , smiling happily. "Now there are three heads that have become fruit on the traitor tree." "Very good." Rand said without expression.Those who run away now will also run away in the future. Their survival can only depend on whether they can persevere, and they must not be allowed to live according to their own will.If those who hid in the woods all escaped, they were no more dangerous than a man trained in the Black Tower.Traitor tree?Taim is indeed a strong man in controlling people's hearts.But gathering hearts requires more ornate decorations, emblems and titles, such as black coats and coats of arms, until it is time for them to die. "Next time I go to the Black Tower, I want to see the heads of all the escapees." The second sugar pear that Tovo had just brought to his mouth fell through his fingers, staining his fine coat. "If we need to add more people to this job, it may affect the recruitment of recruits." He said slowly, "After all, those who escaped are hiding." Rand looked into Thorvo's eyes until Torvo lowered his gaze. "How many people are lost in training?" he asked.The pointy-nosed Martyr hesitated, "How many?" Narima leaned forward, watching Torvo intently, as did Hopwell.The servants still went on with their silent dances, passing food and wine to those who had stopped looking at them.When Pollini filled the wine glasses for everyone, she deliberately added more hot water to Narima's mulled wine. Tovo shrugged pretending to be relaxed: "A total of 51 were lost, 13 were destroyed, 28 died, and the rest...Mihaier added something to their wine, and they didn't wake up." His The voice suddenly became full of resentment. "It just showed up all of a sudden, it could have happened at any time. There was a guy who screamed that spiders were crawling under his skin the second day he came to the Black Tower." A hostile smile, almost directed at Rand as well.However, the object of his speech is still only two martyrs. "Do you understand? Don't worry you'll go mad, you won't hurt yourselves, or your souls, you'll just fall asleep...forever. This is far more merciful than taming. Even though we already know the end. Than It would be kinder to let you go crazy and have your throats slit, wouldn't it?" Narima was also staring at Torvo, his mind tightening like a harp string, and he even forgot the wine glass in his hand.Hopway finally frowned at what he could see this time. "Mercy!" Rand said coldly.He put the glass on the table beside him.Something is added to the wine.My soul has been blackened with blood and has been cursed.It's not a distressing thought, it's not bitter, it's not painful, it's just a simple fact. "Anybody wants mercy, Torvo." The cruel smile faded from Tovo's face, and his breathing became difficult.The ratio is simple, one in ten is ruined, one in fifty is insane.There will be many more to come.It's still early.Only on the day of death will you know whether you have conquered madness or madness has conquered you.Tovo also bears this threat.Suddenly, Rand noticed something strange about Pollini.It was another moment before he realized the expression on Polinnie's face, and swallowed the cold words he was going to say.How dare Pauline dare to pity them!Did she think Tara Mongarton could win without bloodshed?In the prophecy of the dragon, blood will flood the earth like rain! "Get out," Rand said to Polinney.Pollinie called the servants together, still with pity in her eyes as she led them out of the tent. Rand glanced around, looking for something to change the atmosphere in the tent, but he found nothing.Pity makes people weak like fear, and they have to be strong.To be able to overcome what they must overcome, they must become steel.They are his making and his responsibility. Narima stared at the steam rising from the wine glass, lost in thought.Hopway just looked somewhere outside the tent.Torvo glanced at Rand, trying to get that scornful smile back on his lips.Only Dashiwa seemed unaffected at all. He folded his arms and examined Tovo as if examining a horse for sale. In this painful silence, a tall and strong young man with wind-blown hair rushed into the tent. He was wearing a black coat with a sword emblem and a dragon emblem pinned to his collar.Fedwin Maul was about Hopwell's age, and in most places he was not of marriageable age.He exuded intense shrewdness and vigilance, and when he walked, he only touched the ground on his toes, like a hunting cat knowing that he has become prey.Not so long ago, he was not like this. "The Seanchan will start their operations from Abunda soon," he said while saluting, "Their next target is Illian." Hopway froze for a moment, let out a sigh of relief, and shook his head , momentarily turning back from his gaze.Daxiwa's reaction was still to laugh, but this time his smile was rather sinister. Rand nodded, picking up the token of the dragon, which he held to remember the Seanchan.The Seanchan was dancing to his own rhythm, not the one he'd hoped for. Before Rand opened his mouth, Tovo spoke first. He found that sneer again, and raised an eyebrow contemptuously. "Did the Seanchan tell you that?" he said sarcastically, "or did you learn to read other people's minds? Let me tell you something, boy. The Aladomans are fighting, and no army will march thousands of miles after occupying a city! And the Abbots have reached here for more than a thousand miles! Do you think they can walk through it?" Maul looked into Torvo's mocking eyes, and he ran a thumb along the hilt of the long sword, but otherwise it was impossible to tell if he felt any unease. "I did talk to some of them, mostly Tarabones. Every day more and more troops come by boat." He walked past Torvo to the table, coldly He glanced at the Tarabonne. "Whenever someone speaks in that slimy accent, everyone works faster." Tovo opened his mouth in exasperation, but Maul just spoke faster.He was talking to Rand. "They are sending their soldiers up the Wennai Mountains, in bands of five hundred, sometimes a thousand, and the advance has reached Arran's head. They have bought and requisitioned all the land within twenty leagues of Eboudar. Wagons and carts, and cattle." "Wagons!" Tovo yelled. "Wagons! Do they want a fair? What fool would send an army into the hills when the road was clear?" He noticed Rand looking at him, and stopped. He stopped talking, and frowned hesitantly. "I told you to keep a low profile, Maul." Rand let some anger out of his voice.He jumped off the table, forcing the young martyr to step back. "Don't ask the Seanchan about their plans, just observe and keep a low profile." "I was careful, I didn't wear my badge." Maul's eyes were still looking at Rand, still the same hunter and prey eyes.If Rand hadn't felt the One Power, he would have thought Maul was holding the Sun Force, struggling to survive while enjoying the powerful life it gave him.His face seemed ready to sweat. "None of the people I spoke to said where they were going, and I didn't ask, but after they had had a glass of lager, they all started complaining about the constant march, which never stopped. In Abbots Da, they drank all the ale in that city as fast as they could, because they said they had to go on marching soon. They were gathering vehicles, as I said." Maul breathed After saying these words, he clenched his teeth sharply, as if he wanted to swallow more words. Rand suddenly smiled.He patted Maul on the shoulder. "You've done a good job. It's enough to get information on those vehicles, but you've done a very good job. Vehicles are very important information." He turned to Torvo. "It's very unreliable for an army to resupply along the way, and it may lead to the failure of the march." Tovo heard that the Seanchan were in Ibodar, and he didn't even move his eyelids.If the Dark Tower had already had this message, why hadn't Tym informed him?Rand hoped there was no savagery in his smile. "Arranging provisions is difficult, but there must be enough feed for the animals and enough food for the people. The Seanchan will organize everything." He searched the map, found the one he wanted, spread it out on the table, and pressed the two ends of the map with the sword and the real dragon token.The coast from Irian to Abedar unfolded in front of his eyes. Most of the coast in this area were hills and mountains, and only a few fishing villages and small towns were scattered along the sea.The Seanchan were really good at organizing, and in just a week Ebou Dar had become their base.Businessmen's eyeballs are reporting that the city's recovery is progressing apace.Clean wards were set up to house the sick.The poor and refugees from the interior were allocated jobs and food, and the streets and surrounding countryside were patrolled by troops day and night, so residents did not have to worry about being attacked by robbers and bandits.Merchants were welcomed, but smuggling was hit hard and all but died out.The honest Illian merchants have shown surprising dismay at the demise of smuggling.What is the purpose of the Seanchan doing these things?The others gathered around the table while Rand examined the map.There are few main roads along the coast, only a few thin lines marking the roads that only one ox cart can pass.The broad trade roads lie inland, sheltered from rough terrain and the threat of stormy seas. "If the military attacked from these mountains, it would be difficult for anyone to use the interior roads," Rand concluded. "As long as they control these mountains, they can make these roads as safe as the streets in the city. You are right , Maul, their target is Illian." Tovo leaned on the table with his fist and glared at Maur. Maul's right proved him wrong. Perhaps in Tovo's dictionary, this is an unforgivable crime. "Even so, it will take months for them to cause trouble for you," he said sullenly, "as long as you deploy a hundred martyrs in Illian, or fifty, you will be able to go before anyone who walks these roads." Before, destroy any army in the world." "I suspect it's as hard to destroy an army of sin slaves as it is to ambush an Aiel," Rand said quietly.Torvo snorted. "Besides, I have to guard the whole of Illian, not just this city." He ignored Tovo, but stretched out his fingers and drew a line on the map.There is about a hundred leagues of water between Arangshou and Irian City, and the Kabau Trench is here. The captains of Irian said that as long as it is a mile from the shore, even their longest The water measuring line can't reach the bottom of the sea.Here there would be waves of fifty feet high, and to the north all the way to the shore, in which ships would be easily swallowed.And now this season, when the sea water here is crazy, if you march around this trench, even the shortest route to Irian City will take two hundred leagues.But even with the storm in the way, the Seanchan from Arangshou could reach the Irian borders in two weeks, maybe not so much.Better to fight where he chooses than where they choose.Rand's fingers rowed along the coast to Atla, along the Wennai Mountains, to the hills near Eboudar.A team of 500 people and a team of 1,000 people are like a string of water drops falling on the mountains.One hard blow would send them all rolling back to Ebou Dar, or even crucify them there, leaving them guessing what he was up to.or…… "There's something else," Maul said quickly again, suddenly, "they're talking about some kind of Aes Sedai weapon there. I found out where it was used, a few miles out of town, where the ground It was as if it had been burned by fire. Only the bare ground was left in the nine hundred feet of the center, and the surrounding area was also charred, and the sand was melted into sheets of glass. The anodic force was the most serious there." Tovo waved his hand dismissively. "There were probably Aes Sedai around when the city was taken, right? Or maybe it was the Seanchan themselves. An Aes Sedai with an artifact could..." Rand interrupted him: "What do you mean? The solar energy is the most serious there?" Darhiva shifted a bit, looked at Maul with strange eyes, and stretched out his hand, as if to grab the young man.Rand roughly blocked Darhiva's hand. "What do you mean, Maul?" Maul stared at Rand, his lips tightly shut, and he stroked the hilt of the sword with his thumb. The heat in his body seemed to burst out at any moment, and now his face was really sweating. "Odori...it's weird," he said hoarsely, and then, as if the words burst out of his mouth, "Thedori was worst there...I could...feel...it just In the air around me. But the strange thing is, there is anodal force everywhere around Ebouda, even a hundred miles away, and I have to fight it. It is not the same as normal, completely different, anodic The force seems to be alive. Sometimes...sometimes it doesn't do what I want it to do, sometimes it does something else. It does. I'm not crazy! It's just like that!" The wind picked up and shook the tent violently, and Maul stopped talking.Narima raised his head sharply, and the silver bell on his braid rang, but then there was no sound. "This is impossible," Daxiwa muttered in a very low voice, "This is impossible." "Does anyone know what's possible?" Rand said. "I don't know! Do you know again?" Darhiva looked up in surprise.But Rand had turned to Maul and said in a soft voice, "Don't worry." His voice wasn't really soft, which he couldn't do now, but at least there was encouragement in it—or so he hoped.They are His creation and His responsibility. "You will fight by my side in the final war, I promise." The young man nodded and wiped his face again, surprised that his cheeks were wet.He glanced at Tovo, who was as still as a stone now.Does Maul know that wine too?Compared with other endings, it was a kindness, a small, bitter kindness. Rand picked up Tym's letter, folded the paper, and stuffed it into his coat pocket.One in fifty will go mad, and there will be more, is Maul next?Darhiva must have been fast.Hopewell's gaze didn't seem so simple, and Narima's silence.Crazy doesn't always mean screaming about spiders crawling on you.He once carefully asked how to cleanse the pollution in the solar force, but only got a riddle-like answer.Although he knew that the answer would not be wrong.Horatio Faye told him: "The right principle exists in metaphysics as well as in metaphysics." But he did not know how to solve the problem with this answer.Was Fee assassinated because he had already solved the mystery?Rand had a clue to the answer, or thought he had, a guess that might have been entirely wrong.Guessing and riddles weren't the answer, but he had to do something.If the pollution cannot be removed, the world will have been destroyed by the mad men before the arrival of Tara Mongarton.What should be done must be done. "That's astonishing," Tovo said in an almost whisper, "but how could anyone...besides the Creator and..." His voice died away in unease. Rand didn't realize he had spoken his thoughts aloud.Narima, Maul, and Hopway all looked at him, with hope suddenly shining in their eyes.Daxiwa seemed to have been hit hard.Rand wished he hadn't talked too much, there were some secrets to hide, including what he was going to do next. Then Rand gave a brief order.Hopewell ran to his horse, he was going to the ridge to issue orders to the nobles.Maul and Darhiva are off to find Flynn and the other martyrs.Tovo will travel back to the Black Tower with orders for Tyme.Narima was the last to receive the order.Thinking of Aes Sedai, Seanchan, and weapons, Rand dispatched him, not forgetting to tell the young man earnestly at the end to keep his mouth shut. “不要告诉任何人，”兰德用力握住那瑞玛的手臂，低声说道，“不要辜负我，一丝一毫都不要。” “我不会失败的。”那瑞玛不眨一下眼地说道。迅速地敬过礼之后，他也离开了。 危险，一个声音在兰德脑海中对他耳语，哦，是的，非常危险，也许太危险了。但这也许有用，也许。不管怎样，现在你必须杀死托沃，必须。 维蓝芒走进九人议会帐篷，他将瑞格林和托墨朗挤到了身旁，而瑞格林和托墨朗则竭力要将罗杉娜和赛玛拉迪挤到一旁。他们争先恐后地告诉兰德，树林里的人最终做出了明智的决定。他们看见兰德开始大笑，直到眼泪从面颊上滚落。路斯·瑟林回来了，或者他真的已经疯了。不管怎样，这都值得笑上一场。