"Robert Jordan - The Wheel of Time 04 - The Shadow Rising" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jordan Robert)

тАЬMy name is . . . Elmindreda.тАЭ Min winced in spite of herself. She had always hated the name, but the
Amyrlin was one of the few people living who had ever heard it. If only she remembered. тАЬI have the
right to speak to the Amyrlin. And my question is for her alone. I have the right.тАЭ

The Accepted arched an eyebrow. тАЬElmindreda?тАЭ Her mouth twitched toward an amused smile. тАЬAnd
you claim your rights. Very well. I will send word to the Keeper of the Chronicles that you wish to see
the Amyrlin Seat personally, Elmindreda.тАЭ

Min wanted to slap the woman for the way she emphasized тАЬElmindreda,тАЭ but instead she forced out a
murmured тАЬThank you.тАЭ

тАЬDo not thank me yet. No doubt it will be hours before the Keeper finds time to reply, and it will
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certainly be that you can ask your question at the MotherтАЩs next public audience. Wait with patience.
Elmindreda.тАЭ She gave Min a tight smile, almost a smirk, as she turned away.

Grinding her teeth, Min took her bundle to stand against the wall between two of the archways, where
she tried to blend into the pale stonework.Trust no one, and avoid notice until you reach the Amyrlin
, Moiraine had told her. Moiraine was one Aes Sedai she did trust. Most of the time. It was good advice
in any case. All she had to do was reach the Amyrlin, and it would be over. She could don her own
clothes again, see her friends, and leave. No more need for hiding.

She was relieved to see that the Aes Sedai had gone. Three Aes Sedai dying on one day. It was
impossible; that was the only word. Yet it was going to happen. Nothing she said or did could change it
тАФ when she knew what an image meant, it happened тАФ but she had to tell the Amyrlin about this. It
might even be as important as the news she brought from Moiraine, though that was hard to believe.

Another Accepted came to replace one already there, and to MinтАЩs eyes bars floated in front of her
apple-cheeked face, like a cage. Sheriam, the Mistress of Novices, looked into the hall тАФ after one
glance, Min kept her gaze on the stone under her feet; Sheriam knew her all too well тАФ and the
red-haired Aes SedaiтАЩs face seemed battered and bruised. It was only the viewing, of course, but Min
still had to bite her lip to stifle a gasp. Sheriam, with her calm authority and sureness, was as
indestructible as the Tower. Surely nothing could harm Sheriam. But something was going to.

An Aes Sedai unknown to Min, wearing the shawl of the Brown Ajah, accompanied a stout woman in
finely woven red wool to the doors. The stout woman walked as lightly as a girl, face shining, almost
laughing with pleasure. The Brown sister was smiling, too, but her aura faded like a guttering candle
flame.

Death. Wounds, captivity, and death. To Min it might as well have been printed on a page.

She set her eyes on her feet. She did not want to see any more.Let her remember , she thought. She
had not felt desperation at any tune on her long ride from the Mountains of Mist, not even on the two
occasions when someone tried to steal her horse, but she felt it now.Light, let her remember that
bloody name.