"Jordan, Robert - Wheel of Time 09 - Winter's Heart" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jordan Robert)

УScheme?Ф Saerin said. УWhoТs Zerah? Seaine? Seaine!Ф
Seaine gave a start. УWhat? Oh. Pevara and I uncovered a
small nest of rebels here in the Tower,Ф she began breathily.
УThen sisters sent to spread dissent.Ф Saerin was going to
make sure she was safe, was she? Without so much as asking.
She was a Sitter herself; she had been Aes Sedai for almost a
hundred and fifty years. What right had Saerin or anyone to
Е.? УPevara and I have begun putting an end to that. WeТve
already made one of them, Zerah Dacan, take the same extra
oath Talene did, and told her to bring Bernaile Gelbarn to my
rooms this afternoon without rousing her suspicions.Ф Light,
any sister outside this room might be Black. Any sister.
УThen we will use those two to bring another, until they have
all been made to sear obedience. Of course, weТll ask the
same question we put to Zerah, the same we put to Talene.Ф
The Black Ajah might already have her name, already know she
had been set hunting them. How could Saerin keep her safe?
УThose who give the wrong answer can be questioned, and those
who give the right can repay for a little of their treachery
by hunting the Black under our direction.Ф Light, how?
When she was done, the others discussed the matter at some
length, which could only mean that Saerin was unsure what
decision she would make. Yukiri insisted on giving Zerah and
her confederates over to the law immediatelyЧif it could be
done without exposing their own situation with Talene. Pevara
argued for using the rebels, though halfheartedly; the dissent
they had been spreading centered around vile tales concerning
the Red Ajah and false Dragons. Doesine seemed to be
suggesting that they kidnap every sister in the Tower and
force them all to take the added oath, but the other three
paid little attention to her.
Seaine took no part in the discussion. Her reaction to
their predicament was the only possible one, she thought.
Tottering to the nearest corner, she vomited noisily.


Elayne tried not to grind her teeth. Outside, another
blizzard pelted Caemlyn, darkening the midday sky enough that
the lamps along the sitting roomТs paneled walls were all lit.
Fierce gusts rattled the casements set into the tall arched
windows. Flashes of lightning lit the clear glass panes, and
thunder boomed hollowly overhead. Thunder snow, the worse
kind of winter storm, the most violent. The room was not
precisely cold, butЕ.Spreading her fingers in front of the
logs crackling in the broad marble fireplace, she could still
feel a chill rising through the carpets layered over the floor
tiles, and through her thickest velvet slippers, too. The
wide black fox collar and cuffs on her red-and-white gown were
pretty, but she was not sure they added any more to its warmth
than the pearls on the sleeves. Refusing to let the cold