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f。 〃Please； Rand？〃
Even sheltered in emptiness as he was； he gaped at her； and it had nothing to do with her beauty or her near undress。 Well； only partly。 If the Defenders of the Stone had been half as determined as this woman； half as steadfast in purpose； ten thousand Aiel could never have taken the Stone。
〃I am flattered； my Lady；〃 he said diplomatically。 〃Believe me； I am。 But it would not be fair to you。 I cannot give you what you deserve。〃 And let her make of that what she will。
Outside in the darkness； a cock crowed。
To Rand's surprise； Berelain suddenly stared past him； eyes as big as teacups。 Her mouth dropped open； and her slim throat corded with a scream that would not e。 He spun； the yellow…red sword flashing back into his hands。
Across the room； one of the stand…mirrors threw his reflection back at him； a tall young man with reddish hair and gray eyes； wearing only white linen smallclothes and holding a sword carved from fire。 The reflection stepped out onto the carpet； raising its sword。
I have gone mad。 Thought drifted on the borders of the Void。 No！ She saw it。 It's real！
Movement to his left caught the corner of his eye。 He twisted before he could think； sword sweeping up in The Moon Rises Over Water。 The blade slashed through the shape … his shape … climbing out of a mirror on the wall。 The form wavered； broke up like dust motes floating on air； vanished。 Rand's reflection appeared in the mirror again； but even as it did； it put hands on the mirror frame。 He was aware of movement in mirrors all around the room。
Desperately； he stabbed at the mirror。 Silvered glass shattered； yet it seemed that the image shattered first。 He thought he heard a distant scream inside his head； his own voice screaming； fading。 Even as shards of mirror fell； he lashed out with the One Power。 Every mirror in the room exploded silently； fountaining glass across the carpet。 The dying scream in his head echoed again and again； sending shivers down his back。 It was his voice； he could hardly believe it was not himself who made the sounds。
He spun back to face the one that had gotten out； just in time to meet its attack； Unfolding the Fan to counter Stones Falling Down the Mountain。 The figure leaped back； and suddenly Rand realized it was not alone。 As quickly as he had smashed the mirrors； two more reflections had escaped。 Now they stood facing him； three duplicates of himself down to the puckered round scar on his side； all staring at him； faces twisted with hatred and contempt； with a strange hunger。 Only their eyes seemed empty； lifeless。 Before he could take a breath； they rushed at him。
Rand stepped sideways； pieces of broken mirror slicing his feet； ever sideways； from stance to stance and form to form； trying to face only one at a time。 He used everything Lan； Moiraine's Warder； had taught him of the sword in their daily practice。
Had the three fought together； had they supported one another； he would have died in the first minute； but each fought him alone； as if the others did not exist。 Even so； he could not stop their blades entirely； in minutes blood ran down the side of his face； his chest； his arms。 The old wound tore open； adding its flow to stain his smallclothes with red。 They had his skill as well as his face； and they were three to his one。 Chairs and tables toppled； priceless Sea Folk porcelain shattered on the carpet。
He felt his strength ebbing。 None of his cuts was major by itself； except the old wound； but all together。。。。 He never thought of calling for help from the Aiel outside his door。 The thick walls would stifle even a death scream。 Whatever was done； he must do alone。 He fought wrapped in the cold emotionlessness of the Void； but fear scraped at its boundaries like wind…lashed branches scratching a window in the night。
His blade slipped past its opponent to slash across a face just below the eyes … he could not help wincing； it was his face … its owner sliding back just far enough to avoid a killing cut。 Blood welled from the gash； veiling mouth and chin in dark crimson； but the ruined face did not change expression； and its empty eyes never flickered。 It wanted him dead the way a starving man wanted food。
Can anything kill them？ All three bled from the wounds he had managed to inflict； but bleeding did not seem to slow them as he knew it was slowing him。 They tried to avoid his sword； but did not appear to realize they had been hurt。 If they have been； he thought grimly。 Light； if they bleed； they can be hurt！ They must！
He needed a respite； a moment to catch his breath； to gather himself。 Suddenly he leaped away from them； onto the bed； rolling across its width。 He sensed rather than saw blades slashing the sheets； barely missing his flesh。 Staggering； he landed on his feet； caught at a small table to steady himself。 The shining； gold…worked silver bowl on the table wobbled。 One of his doubles had climbed onto the torn bed； kicking goose feathers as it padded across warily； sword at the ready。 The other two came slowly around； still ignoring each other； intent only on him。 Their eyes glistened like glass。
Rand shuddered as pain stabbed his hand on the table。 An image of himself； no more than six inches tall； drew back its small sword。 Instinctively； he grabbed the figure before it could stab again。 It writhed in his grip； baring teeth at him。 He became aware of small movements all around the room； of small reflections by the score stepping out of polished silver。 His hand began to numb； to grow cold； as if the thing were sucking the warmth out of his flesh。 The heat of saidin swelled inside him； a rushing filled his head； and the heat flowed into his icy hand。
Suddenly the small figure burst like a bubble； and he felt something flow into him … from the bursting … some little portion of his lost strength。 He jerked as tiny jolts of vitality seemed to pelt him。
When he raised his head … wondering why he was not dead … the small reflections he had half…glimpsed were gone。 The three larger stood wavering； as if his gain in strength had been their loss。 Yet as he looked up； they steadied on their feet and came on； if more cautiously。
He backed away； thinking furiously； sword threatening first one and then another。 If he continued to fight them as he had been； they would kill him sooner or later。 He knew that as surely as he knew he was bleeding。 But something linked the reflections。 Absorbing the small one … the far…off thought made him queasy； but that was what it had been … had not only brought the others with it； it had also affected the bigger； for a moment at least。 If he could do the same to one of them； it might destroy all three。
Even thinking of absorbing them made him vaguely aware of wanting to empty his stomach； but he did not know another way。 I don't know this way。 How did I do it？ Light； what did I do？ He had to grapple with one of them； to touch it at least； he was somehow sure of that。 But if he tried to get that close； he would have three blades through him in as many heartbeats。 Reflections。 How much are they still reflections？
Hoping he was not being a fool … if he was； he might well be a dead one … he let his sword vanish。 He was ready to bring it back on the instant； but when his carved…fire blade winked out of existence； the others' did； too。 For a moment； confusion painted three copies of his face； one a bloody ruin。 But before he could seize one of them； they leaped for him； all four crashing to the floor in a tangle of grappling limbs； rolling across the glass…littered carpet。
Cold soaked into Rand。 Numbness crept along his limbs； through his bones； until he barely felt the shards of mirror； the slivers of porcelain grinding into his flesh。 Something close to panic flickered across the emptiness surrounding him。 He might have made a fatal mistake。 They were larger than the one he had absorbed； and they were drawing more heat from him。 And not only heat。 As he grew colder； the glassy gray eyes staring into his took on life。 With chill certainty he knew that if he died； that would not end the struggle。 The three would