tw.thestoneoffarewell-第19部分
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d back down the hill and kept walking south along Aldheorte's outskirts thereafter。〃
〃We are being herded；〃 Josua said slowly。 〃Like ignorant animals。〃
〃But that is because we tried to do something that worried them；〃 Deornoth pointed out。 〃They are trying to keep us from going east。〃
〃And we still do not really know what for；〃 Isorn said。 〃Herded toward capture？〃
〃More likely to slaughter；〃 Einskaldir said。 〃They just want to do the killing at home。 Have a feast。 Invite guests。〃
Josua actually smiled as he sat down； the fire catching a quick gleam of teeth。
〃I have decided；〃 he said； 〃to decline their invitation。〃
An hour or two before dawn； Father Strangyeard came and tapped Deornoth on the shoulder。 Deornoth had heard the archive…master crawling about in the darkness； but the touch of a hand on his shoulder still made him start。
〃Only me； Sir Deornoth；〃 Strangyeard said hastily。 〃It is my turn to take watch。〃
〃That's not necessary。 I don't think I will sleep； anyway。〃
〃Well； then； perhaps we can 。 。 。 can share the watch。 If my talk will not irritate you。〃
Deornoth smiled to himself。 〃Not at all； Father。 And you need not call me 'Sir。' It is nice to have a calm hour or so…we have had precious little calm lately。〃
〃It is just as well； I suppose； that I am not left to stand guard alone。〃Strangyeard said。 〃My sight is not good； you know…and that is in my one remaining eye。〃 He chuckled apologetically。 〃There is nothing more frightening than to see the words in my beloved books growing fainter every day。〃
〃Nothing more frightening？〃 Deornoth asked gently。
〃Nothing。〃 Strangyeard was firm。 〃Oh； not that I do not fear other things； but death； just for example…well； my Lord will take me when He knows it is time。 But to spend my last years in darkness； unable to see the writings that are my work on this earth 。。。〃 The archivist broke off； embarrassed。 〃I am sorry； Deornoth； I am babbling of trivialities。 It is this hour of the night。 At home in Naglimund； I often wake at this time； just before the sun es up 。 。 。〃 The priest paused again。 Both men thought silently of what had happened to the place where they had lived。
〃When we are safe； Strangyeard；〃 Deornoth began suddenly； 〃if you cannot read； I will e and read to you。 My eyes are not as quick as
yours； nor my mind； but I am stubborn as an unfed horse。 I will grow better with practice。 I will read to you。〃
The archivist sighed； then was quiet。 〃That is too kind；〃 he said a moment later。 〃But you will have more important things to do when we are safe again and Josua sits the high throne of Osten Ard…matters far graver than reading to an old book…shifter。〃
〃No。 No； I do not think so。〃
They sat for a long while and listened to the wind。
〃So we will 。 。 。 will strike out toward the east today？〃 Strangyeard
asked。
〃Yes。 And I think the Norns will not be happy about such a plan。 I fear that more of us will be wounded or killed。 But we must seize our destiny with both hands。 Prince Josua recognizes that； thank the Good God。〃
Strangyeard sighed。 〃Do you know； I have been thinking。 I feel quite。 。 。 quite ridiculous saying it； but 。 。 。〃He trailed into silence。
〃What？〃
〃Perhaps it is not Josua they seek to capture。 Perhaps it is 。。。 me。〃
〃Father Strangyeard！〃 Deornoth was quite surprised。 〃Why would that be？〃
The priest bobbed his head； ashamed。 〃I know it seems foolish； but I must mention it。 You see； I am the one who had studied Morgenes' manuscript telling of the Three Great Swords…and I am the one carrying it now。〃 He tapped the pocket of his voluminous robe。 〃With Jarnauga； I searched and studied； trying to divine the whereabouts of Fingil's sword Minneyar。 Now that he is dead…well； I hate to sound as if I were shouting my own importance； but。 。 。〃He held out something small that swung from a chain； just visible in the growing light。 〃He gave me his Scroll； the badge of his League。 Perhaps that has made me dangerous to the rest of the party。 Maybe if I surrendered； they would let the rest of you go？〃
Deornoth laughed。 〃If it is you they wish kept alive； Father； then we are lucky to have you among us； else we would have already been flushed and slaughtered like doves。 Don't go anywhere。〃
Strangyeard seemed uncertain。 〃If you say so； Deornoth 。。。〃
〃I do。 Not to mention that we need your wits more than anything else we have…except for the prince himself。〃
The archivist smiled shyly。 〃That is very kind。〃
〃Of course；〃 Deornoth said； and felt his mood souring； 〃if we are to survive the ing day； we will need more than wits。 It will take a great deal of luck as well。〃
After sitting with the archivist for a while longer； Deornoth decided to find himself a more fortable spot to snatch an hour of sleep before dawn came。 He nudged Strangyeard； whose head had sunk to his chest。
〃I'll let you finish out； Father。〃
〃Mmmm。。。 ？ Oh！ Yes； Sir Deornoth。〃 The priest nodded vigorously； demonstrating his alertness。 〃Certainly。 You go and sleep。〃
〃The sun will be up soon。 Father。〃
〃Just so。〃 Strangyeard smiled。
Deornoth went only a few dozen paces before settling on a level patch of ground in the lee of a fallen tree。 A bitter wind ranged across the forest floor as though hunting for warm bodies。 Deornoth wrapped his cloak tightly around himself and tried to find a fortable position。 After a long； chilly interval； he decided that there was scant chance he would ever fall asleep。 Grumbling quietly； so as not to wake the others who were sleeping nearby； he rose to his feet and rebuckled his sword belt； then headed back toward Father Strangyeard's sentry post。
〃It's me。 Father；〃 he said quietly； as he stepped out of the trees into the small clearing。 He stopped； astonished。 A startlingly white face looked up； black eyes narrowing。 Strangyeard was slumped in the arms of this dark…clad attacker； sleeping or senseless。 A knife blade like the thorn of a great ebony rose lay against the priest's exposed neck。
Even as Deornoth threw himself forward； he saw two more pallid； slit…eyed faces in the night…shadows and called them by their old name。 〃While Foxes！〃 he shouted。 〃The Norns！ We are attacked！〃
Bellowing； he struck the pale…skinned thing and grappled it with his arms。 They toppled； the archivist tangled with them； so that for a moment Deornoth was lost in a welter of flailing limbs。 He felt the thing reach out for him； its thin limbs full of slithery strength。 Hands grasped at his face and pushed back his chin to expose his neck。 Deornoth flung out his fist； which landed on something hard as bone。 He was rewarded by a hissing cry of pain。 Now he could hear crashing and shouting in the trees all around。 He wondered dimly whether it meant more foes； or that his friends were awake at last。
Sword！ he thought。 Where's my sword？
But it was caught in the scabbard； twisted around on his belt。 The moonlight seemed to burst into brilliance。 The white face rose before him once more； lips skinned back； teeth bared like a drowning cur。 The eyes that locked with his were as coldly inhuman as sea…stones。 Deornoth fumbled for his dagger。 The Nom grasped at his throat with one hand； its other hand； a pale blur； lifted free。
He has a knife！ Curiously； Deornoth felt as though he were floating on a wide river； carried forward on a slow and generous current； but at the same moment panicky thoughts flew around his head like grassflies。 Damn me； I forgot his knife！
He stared for another endless instant at the Norn before him； at the thin； otherworldly features； the white spiderweb hair matted across the brow； the faint lips drawn right against the red gums。 Then Deornoth swung his head forward； smashing his forehead into the cadaverous face。 Before he had even felt the first shock； he threw himself forward again into yet another red impact。 A great shadow mushroomed inside him。 The shrieks and night wind faded to a muted and diminishing hum and the moon was drenched with clinging darkness。
When he could think again； he looked up to see Einskaldir； who seemed to be swimming toward him； arms windmilling； his war…axe a shimmering smear。 The Rimmersman's mouth was open as though he shouted； but Deornoth heard no sound。 Josua came just behind。 Deornoth's two panions flung themselves against another pair of shadowy figures。 Blades whirled and glinted； slicing the darkness with stripes of reflected moonlight。 Deornoth wanted to stand and help them； but a weight lay upon him； some amorphous； unshakable burden。 He struggled； wondering where his strength had gone； until the burden fell away at last and left him exposed to the rasping wind。
Josua and Einskaldir were still moving before him； their faces weird masks in the blue night。 Other two…legged shapes were beginning to appear from the forest shadows； but Deornoth could not tell if they were friends or foes。 His sight seemed to be obscured…something was in his eyes； something that stung。 He moved his hands questingly over his face。 It was wet and sticky。 His fingers； when he held them up to catch the light； were black with blood。
A long； damp tunnel led down through the hillside。 A narrow； torchlit staircase ran through it； half a thousand mossy； centuried steps that snaked down through the very heart of Sta Mirore； from Count Streawe's great house to a small； hidden dock。 Miriamele guessed that the tunnel had been the salvation of many an earlier nobleman； forced to flee his stately quarters by night when the peasantry became unexpectedly frisky or turned disputatious about the rights of the privileged。
After the end of a foot…wearying journey under the watchful eyes of Lenti and another of the count's closed…faced servants； Miriamele and Cadrach found themselves standing on a stone landing beneath an overhanging arch of cliff； the slate…colored harbor waters spread before them like a disheveled carpet； just below； a small rowboat bobbed at the end of its painter。
A few moments later Streawe himself arrived by another path； carried down the winding cliff roads in his carved and becurtained litter by four brawny men wearing sailors' garb。 The o
