Re: Препрочитане на Колелото на времето
Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2023 3:57 pm
Аз вчера подхванах осмата и съм някъде до половината на главите за тази седмица.
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Тенобия хем ми беше забавна, хем ме навежда на мисълта, че интелектът не е силната страна на салдейците:Alliances by marriage had always bound the Borderlands together as much as their war against the Blight did, and she had a daughter wed to Easar's third son and a son to Paitar's favorite granddaughter, as well as a brother and two sisters married into their Houses.
Начи 50 хиляди войници по-малко в Салдея, за да ходиш да се репчиш на Дракона, добре..."I will not turn back," she went on fiercely, "whatever the rest of you do. I sent my dear Uncle Davram to bring me the head of the false Dragon Mazrim Taim, and now he and Taim both follow this al'Thor, if I can believe half what I hear. I have close to fifty thousand men behind me, and whatever you decide, I will not turn back until my uncle and al'Thor learn exactly who rules Saldaea."
Tenobia's requirements for a husband were on a level with everything else about her. He must be able to face and slay a dozen Myrddraal at once. While playing the harp and composing poetry. He must be able to confound scholars while riding a horse down a sheer cliff. Or perhaps up it. Of course he would have to defer to her — she was a queen, after all — except that sometimes Tenobia would expect him to ignore whatever she said and toss her over his shoulder. The girl wanted exactly that!
Аз повече бих се притеснявал как Дракона ще погледне на 13 седайки, но това са кахъри за други дни."Even so," Ethenielle insisted. "Thirteen sisters. All that is needed is for one of them to find some way to send a message. A few lines. A soldier or a maid intimidated. Does any of you think you can stop them?"
Цитатът, който ми закова мнението за симпатягите от пограничните земи:Tenobia gave a sudden, shocking laugh. Her gelding tried to dance, but she settled him. "I mean to press south as fast as I can, but I invite you all to dine with me in my camp tonight. You can speak with Illeisien and her friends, and see whether your judgment matches mine. Perhaps tomorrow night we can all gather in Paitar's camp and question his Coladara's friends." The suggestion was so sensible, so obviously necessary, that it brought instant agreement. And then Tenobia added, as if an afterthought, "My uncle Kalyan would be honored if you allowed him to sit beside you tonight, Ethenielle. He admires you greatly."
Частта на Верин в пролога ми беше интересна с това, че Джордан ни вкара в главата и станахме свидетели на начина и на мислене. Една от малкото интелигентни Седайки, макар че и тя си има своите кусури. Човек като има контекста, разни подхърляния като това са доста забавни."We are one, to the death," Easar said, and they all spoke with him. "We are one, to the death." By blood and soil, they were committed. Now they had to find Rand al'Thor. And do what needed to be done. Whatever the price.
Отделно, че може да изглежда като любимата ти леля, но всъщност е доста безскрупулна (и още един ранен хинт, че е има нещо гнило в Тар Валон):Seventy-one years had passed since she had last made a serious mistake.
Междувременно Нинив продължава да е с все така ведър и слънчев характер, с който озарява околните."Nothing that will harm you," Verin told her reassuringly. The woman might die inside the year, or in ten, as a result of this, but the weave itself would not harm her. "I promise you, this is safe enough to use on an infant." Of course, that depended on what you did with it.
Наблюдението на Авиенда доста точно описва влюбената ученичка:"You have no right to promise to take care of me like that, Lan Mandragoran," she went on firmly. "I am not a porcelain figurine!"
She fell into dreaminess at odd moments, blushed at innocuous questions, and — she denied this fiercely, even when Aviendha had seen her — she giggled over nothing at all. There was no point in trying to learn anything from Nynaeve.
Нинив и Елейн и те да не останат по-назад се държат абсолютно детински, когато Лан и Биргит им намекнаха, че малко нещо се подмотват:"The Forsaken, a storm that is no a storm, and some Shadowspawn I did never hear of before," Teslyn Baradon said wryly. "Not to mention the Black Ajah. Light! The Black Ajah! And the Dark One himself, perhaps?" Her twisted smile was razor thin. She plucked Nynaeve's hand from her sleeve contemptuously. "When you do be back in the White Tower where you belong, in white as you all truly belong, you will learn no to waste your hours with wild fancies. Or to carry your tales to sisters."
Моментът, в който Авиенда взе да осъзнава, че се превръща във влагоземка ме накара да се изхиля на глас:Elayne and Nynaeve gave over. Unhurriedly, and unnecessarily, straightening their skirts, they each took one of Aviendha's arms before setting off again without so much as a glance to see that the Warders followed. Not that Elayne needed to, with the Warder bond. Or Nynaeve, if not for the same reason; Aan'allein's bond might belong to another, but his heart hung alongside his ring on that chain around her neck. They made a great show of strolling casually, unwilling to let Birgitte and Lan think they had been brought to hurry, yet the truth was, they did walk faster than before.
Елейн все още ми е любимата от жените героини, обаче все повече попива от лошите черти на Седайките:They did not understand. No comforting words or teas would cure what ailed her. She was enjoying talk of lace and embroidery! She did not know whether to growl in disgust or wail in despair. She was growing soft. Never before in her life had she looked at a woman's dress except to think where it might be hiding a weapon, never to notice the color and cut, or think how it would look on her. It was past time to be away from this city, away from wetlander palaces. Soon she would start simpering. She had not seen Elayne or Nynaeve do that, but everyone knew wetlander women simpered, and it was obvious she had become as weak as any milk-water wetlander.
Merilille аха да получи сърдечен удар, ама не би. Реакцията ми беше по-скоро комична и излишно драматична:And if they had been Aes Sedai, every one of them, from Kurin, with her stony black stare, to Renaile herself, would have listened when she spoke and stood when she entered a room. If they were Aes Sedai and behaving as they should.
После и Вандене да не остане по-назад:"No-o-o-o!" Merilille shrieked.
Elayne spun, instinctively opening herself through the angreal again, only half conscious of saidar flooding into Nynaeve and Vandene. The glow of the Power sprang up around every woman in the clearing who could embrace the Source. Merilille was straining forward in her saddle, eyes bulging, one hand reaching toward the gateway. Elayne frowned. There was nothing there except Aviendha, and the last four Warders, startled in the middle of walking away, searching for the threat with swords half-drawn. Then she realized what Aviendha was doing and nearly lost saidar in her shock.
Но Авиенда ги закова набързо:"You fool girl!" Vandene snapped, her face a thunderhead. She strode toward Aviendha dragging her gelding behind. "Do you realize what you almost did? One slip — one! — and there's no saying what the weave will snap into, or what it will do! You could have completely destroyed everything for a hundred paces! Five hundred! Everything! You could have burned yourself out and — "
Meltdown-ът на Моридин беше доста забавен:"It was necessary," Aviendha cut in. A babble erupted from the mounted Aes Sedai crowding around her and Vandene, but she glared at them and raised her voice over theirs. "I know the dangers, Vandene Namelle, but it was necessary. Is this another thing you Aes Sedai cannot do? The Wise Ones say any woman can learn, if she is taught, some women more and some less, but any woman, if she can pick out embroidery." She did not quite sneer. Not quite.
Доста е готино, как нашите хора откриват нови и нови неща, които и Отстъпниците смятат за невъзможни.He was about to turn away when the outlines of the gateway suddenly began to flex and tremble. Transfixed, he watched until the opening simply — melted. He had never been a man to give way to obscenities, but several rose in his mind. What had the woman done? These barbarous rustics offered too many surprises. A way to Heal being severed, however imperfectly. That was impossible! Except that they had done it. Involuntary rings. Those Warders and the bond they shared with their Aes Sedai. He had known of that for a long, long time, but whenever he thought he had the measure of them, these primitives revealed some new skill, did something that no one in his own Age had dreamed of. Something the pinnacle of civilization had not known! What had the girl done?
...
Nothing would make a gateway behave that way. Unless . . . Could she actually have unraveled the web? Death held no fear for him. Coldly he considered the possibility that he had been within sight of an unraveling web. One that had been unmade successfully. Another impossibility casually offered up by these . . .
Това много ми харесаOne day she would have to write out the cipher she used in her notebooks — a lifetime's worth of them filled cupboards and chests in her rooms above the White Tower library — one day, but she hoped not soon.
Наистина е чудесна Верин.Who should know better than an Aes Sedai that a sister had to wear many faces in the world? You could not always overawe people, or bludgeon them, either. Besides, far better to behave as a novice than be punished like one, especially when it earned you only pain and humiliation.
Verin prattled on; she had developed prattling to something of a Talent.
Важно си е жените да отбелязват щателно колко закръглени са гърдите на други жени.Thick lines of pearls marched down the dark gray sleeves of her narrow-skirted riding habit, while red-and-gold embroidery swirled thickly to emphasize the narrowness of her waist and the roundness of her bosom.
Поне имаме някакво обяснение - "plain features" = селянка.Lady Serailla could have been a farmwife suddenly stuck into a noblewoman’s riding dress, but the mind behind those plain, sweaty features was as sharp as any Aes Sedai’s.
В Шиенар май много държат да печелят награди "Дарвин".her eyes made it easy to forget that Shienaran women neither trained with weapons nor fought duels.
Как не ги е срам тия мръсни диваци да горят седайските рокли?!?That dress looks very nice on you. They burned mine; I saw them.
Как нагло лъже Авиенда - в миналия том правеше точно това:She did not know whether to growl in disgust or wail in despair. She was growing soft. Never before in her life had she looked at a woman’s dress except to think where it might be hiding a weapon, never to notice the color and cut,
И изобщо цялостният арк как тя не е като "другите жени", ама като види хубави рокли и им се радва е толкова клише, че няма накъде повече.Elayne gave a sharp sniff in the face of what she could not deny, and adjusted her green silk skirts where they were drawn up in front to expose layers of blue and white petticoats. She was wearing the local fashion, complete with creamy lace at her wrists and around her neck, a gift from Tylin Quintara, as was the close-fitting necklace of woven gold. Aviendha did not approve. The upper half of the dress, the bodice, fitted as snugly as that necklace, and a missing narrow oval of cloth revealed the inner slopes of her breasts.
Най-опасният военен конфликт в Рандланд, дами и господа - Войната на втренчените погледи!Almost immediately the war of glares started up again, the Aes Sedai at the Kinswomen, the Knitting Circle at the Windfinders, and the Atha’an Miere at anybody their eyes fell on.
Да не говорим, че товарят и яздят коне, нищо, че имат Пътуване. Джордан е в стихията си при пътеписите, ама в това да измисля оправдания защо не се телепортират хората точно където искат хич го няма. Нашите даже мъкнат насам-натам една от Черната аджа вместо да я пратят при Егвийн да й отрежат главата.Моите впечатления: много як пролог, и за съжаление още от първата глава се почва с развлачването. Поредното описание кой как минал през портал (последователност, жестове, пози, погледи, хвърлени към останалите...), разлято този път в цели две глави, ме накара да формулирам Теорията за запазване на обема на текста, от която несъмнено се е ръководил авторът. Теорията гласи, че тъй като пътуването по обикновен начин биха минали дни, седмици или месеци, които биха били описани на поне няколко страници от текста, при пътуване с портал този изгубен текст трябва да се компенсира.
Естествено, че има тер'ангреал с вид на камшик или тънка пръчка, подходяща за любимите на RJ наказания.ou could never tell what might trigger a ter’angreal. A black rod no thicker than her little finger, a pace in length, stiff yet so flexible she thought she could have doubled it into a circle.
Сеанчанците и ай'дамите не се ли броят?I have made ter’angreal, after all. Nobody else living has done that.”
Лекотата и честотата, с която се случва обаче ми идват в повече.Доста е готино, как нашите хора откриват нови и нови неща, които и Отстъпниците смятат за невъзможни.
Това, че Тенобия има абсурдни изисквания за евентуален свой съпруг, не би трябвало да е особена пречка за осигуряването на наследник. Просто Тенобия си хваща любовници за кратко и им бие шута, като я отегчат, и ще забременее бързо. Като чета такива пасажи като горния ми става ясно, че Джордан не е премислил съвсем какви ще са последствията от gender egalitarian монархия и общество без организирана религия за наследяването на тронове.Tenobia’s requirements for a husband were on a level with everything else about her. He must be able to face and slay a dozen Myrddraal at once. While playing the harp and composing poetry. He must be able to confound scholars while riding a horse down a sheer cliff. Or perhaps up it. Of course he would have to defer to her—she was a queen, after all—except that sometimes Tenobia would expect him to ignore whatever she said and toss her over his shoulder. The girl wanted exactly that! And the Light help him if he chose to toss when she wanted deference, or to defer when she wanted the other. She never said any of this right out, but any woman with wits who had heard her talk about men could piece it together in short order. Tenobia would die a maiden. Which meant her uncle Davram would succeed, if she left him alive after this, or else Davram’s heir.
Една от основните черти на Нинив, прекрасно резюмирана в едно изречение. Същото важи и за Мат, между другото.Nynaeve’s sniff said she did not believe it. Or that she wanted them to believe she did not; she could tell you to your face that you were a blind idiot, yet let anyone else say it, and she would defend you until she went hoarse.
Не знам дали точно това има предвид тук Елейн, но тя не само копира съществуващи тер'ангреали, но и направи няколко изцяло нови такива.Сеанчанците и ай'дамите не се ли броят?
Това с уж толкова страшната Авиенда изкопа дъното направо.“Why? To restore a little balance, that is why. If the Atha’an Miere feel they need us to protect them from an Aiel, it might be a useful balance against. . . .”
Продължават масовите припадъци и другите прояви на мелодраматична истерия под път и над път. Матриархат, ама някой друг път.Here and there a woman simply fainted dead away, but most ran wildly, screaming, dropping what they carried, bumping into one another, falling down and scrambling up to run on.
Ех, това plot armor-ът е голяма работа.The Forsaken have no reason to look for Mat or the others.
Ех, да имаше някакъв начин да се телепортира направо в Кемлин или поне да прати някой да проучи как е положението преди да се мотае на село...Elayne had chosen that destination because they could reach Caemlyn in two weeks from there. And because the estate was so isolated, she might be entering Caemlyn before anyone knew she was in Andor.
We can play that game in front of the sisters and the other Warders, to spare your blushes, but you and I know better.” Despite the mocking words, what Elayne felt from her was affection. No; stronger than affection. Her own eyes stung suddenly. Her death would hurt Birgitte to the bone—the Warder bond made that certain—but it was friendship that made her stay now.
“I am thankful to have two friends such as you,” she said simply. Birgitte grinned at her as if she had said something silly.
Birgitte had recovered her bow; she looked every inch the hero of legend, blood streaming down her leg, barely able to stand, but an arrow half drawn, searching for a target.
Трябва да има повече такива сцени и около 235 пъти по-малко джавкане между рандъм седайки, ветроловки, Родственички и не знам си какви.“The crest!” Birgitte shouted joyfully. “We made it! It’s good wine and a well set-up man tonight!”
Тая сделка изглежда все по-идиотска, колкото повече научаваме за нея. Особено при положение, че Нинив и Елейн имаха огромен leverage.And she and Nynaeve had agreed to that bargain, hardly a display of wisdom and acumen. Not just the Sea Folk getting the Bowl, but twenty sisters going to the Atha’an Miere, subject to their laws, required to teach anything the Windfinders wanted to learn and unable to leave until others came to replace them.
Цитирам целия пасаж, защото все още има хора, които смятат, че Файле и Перин всъщност не са толкова зле като двойка. Пасивно-агресивното поведение е направо се лее от страниците, а Перин, горкият, не се усеща какъв грандиозен автогол си е вкарал.He had expected Faile to be angry when he chose Berelain, for all that Rand supposedly had sent her for the purpose. Faile knew he did not want to send her into danger, into any risk of danger, a fact she disliked more than she did Berelain. Yet her scent had been soft as a summer morning—until he tried to apologize! Well, apologies usually stoked her anger if she already was angry—except when they melted her temper, anyway—but she had not been angry! Without Berelain, everything ran smooth as silk satin between them. Most of the time. But explanations that he did nothing to encourage the woman—far from it!—earned only a curt “Of course you don’t!” in tones that called him a fool for bringing it up. But she still grew angry—with him!—every time Berelain smiled at him or found an excuse to touch him, no matter how brusquely he put her off, and the Light knew he did that. Short of tying her up, he did not know what more he could do to discourage her. Ginger attempts to find out from Faile what he was doing wrong received a light “Why do you think you’ve done anything?” or a not-so-light “What do you think you’ve done?” or a flat “I do not want to talk about it.” He was doing something wrong, but he could not puzzle out what! He had to, though. Nothing was more important than Faile. Nothing!
Абсолютно!
Не коментирам колко е целесъобразно, но обяснението е добро, има смисъл.The White Tower, she said, maintained its influence in the world not by force of arms, or persuasion, or even by plotting or manipulation ... everyone saw the Tower as standing apart and above ... That in turn depended on every Aes Sedai being seen that way, as mysterious and apart, different from everyone else. A different flesh.
It's one of the things men are for, taking the blame. They usually deserve it, even if you don't know exactly how.
Останалото при Елейн и Нинив в тези глави си беше поразвлачено, но по-малко, отколкото в Глави 1 и 2. Най-забавният момент беше, когато Елейн бягаше надолу по хълма, взе да се поздравява мислено колко добре се е справила като лидер и точно тогава се препъна в един камък и падна по лице. "So much for queenly dignity".“You be careful, you hear me,” she whispered. “If you get yourself killed, I swear I’ll skin you alive!”
Тази версия на Елейн, която добре знае как да флиртува, какво искат мъжете и как да използва това в своя полза, е доста по-пасваща на цялостното ѝ поведение в течение на поредицата от онази, която третираше Мат като някакъв абсолютно неразбираем извънземен в предишния том, понеже "Her knowledge of men was limited to Rand and what Lini and her mother had told her".Aviendha had some knowledge of men—she had traveled with them as a Maiden of the Spear, fought beside them—but she had never wanted to be anything but Far Dareis Mai, and there were . . . gaps. Even with her dolls as a child she had always played at the spears and raiding. She had never flirted, did not understand it, and she did not understand why she felt the way she did when Rand’s eyes fell on her, or a hundred other things Elayne had begun learning the first time she noticed a boy looking at her differently than he did at the other boys. She expected Elayne to teach her all of it, and Elayne tried.
If one of you looks at me cross-eyed, he hangs!
Перин постоянно нарича кайриеноайилците (ака Ча Файле) "онези идиоти", много ми беше забавен този моментFaile must have been inside, because that gaggle of idiots were cooling their heels not far off.
Sorilea shrugged. "Perhaps. Learning a second way is hard enough without all the hand-waving you Aes Sedai do."
...
As for hand-waving . . . Few had channeled where she could see, but she had noticed that they created some weaves without the gestures that sisters used. The hand movements were not truly part of the weave, but in a way they were, because they had been part of learning the weave. Perhaps, once, there had been Aes Sedai who could, say, hurl a ball of fire without some sort of throwing motion, but if so, they were long dead, and their teachings with them. Today, some things just could not be done without the appropriate gestures. There were sisters who claimed they could tell who had taught another sister by which motions she used for which weaves.
Глождеше ме този въпрос и сега специално се върнах да прочета пак пролога, но не видях да има споменато негодувание на техните хора. Притесненията са от това да не стигне информацията за похода им до Ранд или до Тар Валон, а това би станало не само ако ги проследят шпиони, а и ако просто ги види някой местен, който после съвсем невинно да спомене нещо на преминаващ търговец. Предвид обаче компанията от 13 седайки, която се е заформила "съвсем случайно", мисля, че в Тар Валон вече са осведомени.Shamajotsi wrote: ↑Mon Dec 18, 2023 11:13 pmПърво, владетелите на граничните глави - толкоз се пазеха да не ги видел никой и явно при мен е имало някакво късо съединение, защото бях останал с впечатлението, че техните хора ще роптаят срещу каквото и да са помислили да правят. Накрая много се обърках защо бяха притесненията, че техните хора можели да ги детронират?
Също не видях да се споменава кой с колко войска е тръгнал, само Тенобия казва, че е с 50 хиляди души, но не знам другите с по колко са, освен ако наистина не са се разбрали всеки да води еднакъв брой хора.
Ех, Перин, защо лъжеш човека така? Можеш и то с лекота.I can’t send you to Caemlyn right away, Master Gil
Това промитите мозъци са опасна работа. Унищожи им ракийката на хората, а те "Браво, лорд Перин". Май си го заслужават тия идиоти.But as Perrin walked on, emptying the brandy onto the ground, Jori laughed, “You can’t put anything over on Lord Perrin!”
I've seen things, Lord Perrin. They do camp chores! Aes Sedai!
Стремежът към непрестанно маморване на беззащитни девици (дори и когато хич не са такива) дали е в класификацията на психическите заболявания? За един приятел питам.I don’t like you, but I promised to protect you from the Wise Ones, or the Asha’man, or Rand himself, so come down off that high horse!
Това след като се зарече да обеси всеки от шайката на Масема, който... прави точно каквото Масема иска от тях. Като във видеоигра - безименните миниъни да мрат, шефчетата не.The Light knows, Masema’s a madman, but he supports Rand. A fine thing, if I go around killing people on our side
Planet of Hats факторът е много силен в Салдея, явно.Swallow your tongue with a Saldaean, though, and to her, you’re saying she isn’t strong enough to stand up to you. Insult her like that, and you’re lucky she doesn’t feed you your own gizzard for breakfast.
Този тип алтруистичен патриотизъм е доста рядко явление сред висшата аристокрация в световната история, но в Колелото има доста от него. Не е ясно и защо Алиандре мисли, че Ранд няма да е същата стока като "неговия" пророк Масема.Ghealdan needs protection I cannot give, so duty demands I find it. You can give it, my Lord
Севана не е пародия на мутреса - тя е пародия на рапър, любител на ланци!They ran nearly to her elbows, a noticeable weight in gold and ivory and gems, yet she would have worn every one she owned if she could.
Обрисуването на ужаса с фразата "bosom heaving" е интересен подход. Сакън някой да не забележи новите бомби на Ланфеар.he silver-haired little woman’s face was a shadowed mask of terror in the pale light, her bosom heaving as she gulped breath.
Първо Егвийн същото сравнение и реши, че всъщност не е чак толкова лоша идеята, сега и Кацуан. Все едно ми трябваха още причини да ги недолюбвам.Cadsuane scowled over the cup at her. She might have. There was no difference between what Alanna had done and a man forcing himself on a woman, but, the Light help her, she might have, had she believed it would help her reach her goal.
Файле също така си взе "онези идиоти" за лична войска, така че нищо странно няма, тя смята, че имат потенциал и може да си ги възпита Като се замисля, това е стандартно за нея - същото смята и за мъжа си още от началото на връзката им.
Севана не е пародия на мутреса - тя е пародия на рапър, любител на ланци!
Аз пък малко се учудих, че те не се бяха подготвили за нещо такова, не е като да са някакви простосмъртни и да не я познават... Много лесно ги подчини.Готин момент беше като Грендал неутрализира Циндейн и Могедиен със специалитета си - Принуда.