tw.thestoneoffarewell-第62部分
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which I am knowing only a few verses。 That one 1 have sung means this：
〃Towers of scarlet and silver；
The daystar's herald；
You have dipped wto cold shadows
Tumet'ai！ Hall of Dawn！
First mourned and last forgotten。。。〃
The troll shook his head。 〃It is so much difficulty for me to make things of Sithi craft into proper words…especially in a tongue not of my birthplace。 You can be forgiving； I hope。〃 He grinned sourly。 〃In any case； most Sithi songs have as their root thoughts of loss and long memory； so how is a person of my short years to make their words sing？〃
Simon was staring at the almost invisible towers； fading streaks m the prisoning ice。
〃Where did the Sithi go who lived there？〃 he asked。 The mournful words of Binabik's songs echoed in his thoughts。 You have slipped into cold shadows。 He could feel those shadows tightening around his heart like bands of ice。 You have slipped into cold shadows。 His face throbbed where the dragon's blood had marked him。
〃Where the Sithi always go；〃 the troll replied 〃Away。 To lesser places。 They die or pass into shade； or live and bee less than they were。〃 He stopped； eyes downcast as he strove to find the proper words。 〃They were bringing much that had beauty into the world； Simon； and much that was beautiful in the world was admired by them。 It has been many times said that the world grows less fair because of their diminishing。。I do not have the knowledge to tell if that is so。〃 He thrust his hands into Qantaqa's thick pelt and urged her about once more； cantering away from the mountains。 〃I wanted you to remember that place； Simon； but do not grieve。 Still there is being much of beauty m this world。〃
Sludig made the sign of the Tree above his cloaked breast。 〃I cannot say I share your love of these magical places； troll。〃 He snapped his reins； urging his horse into a walk。 〃The good Lord Usires came to free us from paganism。 It is no accident that the heathen demons who threaten our world are cousins to these Sithi you mourn for。〃
Simon felt a surge of anger。 〃That's stupid； Sludig。 What about Jiriki？ Is he a demon？〃
The Rimmersman turned to him； an unhappy smile flashing m his blond beard。 〃No； youngling； but neither is he a magical playmate and protector； as you seem to think him。 Jiriki is older and deeper than any of us can know。 Like many such things； he is also more dangerous than mortals can know。 God knew what He did when he aided mankind to scourge the Sithi from this land。 Jiriki has been fair； but his people and ours can never live together。 We are too different。〃
Simon choked back a furious response； turning his eyes to the snowy path before them。 Sometimes he did not like Sludig very much at all。
They rode on for a while； silent but for the chuffing of breath and the scraping of their horses' hooves； before Binabik spoke again。
〃You have been having luck of great rarity； Simon；〃 he said。
〃Being chased by demons； you mean！'〃 Simon growled。 〃Or seeing my friends killed？〃
〃Please。〃 The troll raised his small hand in a calming gesture。 〃I do not refer to luckiness of that sort。 Clearly； it has been a terrible road we have walked。 No； I meant only that you have seen three of the nine great cities。 Few if any mortals can be making such a statement with truthfulness。〃
〃Which three？〃
〃Tumet'ai； of which you have just seen all that is left to see； now that ice has buried her。〃 The troll spread his fingers； counting。 〃Da'ai Chikiza； in Aldheorte Forest； where I received my unfortunate arrowing。 And Asu'a itself； whose bones are the underpinnings of the Hayholt where you had your birth。〃
〃The Sithi built Green Angel Tower there； and it's still standing；〃 Simon said； remembering its pale sweep； like a white finger pointing at the sky。 〃I used to climb in it all the time。〃 He thought for a moment。 〃Was that other place。。。 the one called Enki 。 Enki？〃
〃Enki…e…Shao'saye？〃 Binabik prompted。
〃Yes。 Was Enki…e…Shao'saye one of the great cities？〃
〃It was。 And we shall see its ruins； too； one day…if any remain…for it is near to where we will be finding the Stone of Farewell。〃 He leaned low as Qantaqa leaped up and over a small rise。
〃I've seen it already；〃 Simon said。 〃Jiriki showed it to me in the mirror。 It was beautiful…all green and gold。 He called it the Summer City。〃
Binabik smiled。 〃Then you have seen four； Simon。 Few of even the wisest ones can say as much after a whole length of life。〃
Simon considered this。 Who would ever have dreamed that Morgenes' history lessons would be so important？ Old cities and old stories were now part of his very life。 It was strange how the future seemed tied inseparably to the past； so that both revolved through the present； like a great wheel。
The wheel。 The shadow of the wheel。
An image from a dream rose before him； a great black circle pushing relentlessly downward； a huge wheel that drove everything before it。 Somehow the past was forcing its way right into this very moment； casting a long shadow across the what…would…be。
Something was there in his mind； but just beyond reach； some occult shape that he could feel but not recognize。 It was something about his dreams； something about Past and Future。
〃I think I need to know more； Binabik；〃 he said at last。 〃But there are so many things to understand； I'll never remember them all。 What were the other cities？' He was momentarily distracted by a movement in the sky before him； a scatter of dark； moving shapes like breeze…blown leaves。 He squinted； but saw that it was only a flock of high…soaring birds。
〃About the past is a good thing to know； Simon；〃 said the little man； 〃but it is deciding which things are important that separates a wise one from others。 Still； although it is my guessing that the names of the Nine Cities will be little use； it is good to know of them。 Once their names were known to every child in its cradle。
〃Asu'a； Da'ai Chikiza； Enki…e…Shao'saye； and Tumet'ai you are knowing Jhina T'senei lies drowned beneath the southern seas。 The ruins of Kementari stand somewhere on Warinsten Island； birth…home of your king Prester John； but no one； I think； has seen them for years and years。 Also long unseen are Mezutu'a and Hikehikayo； both lost beneath Osten Ard's northwestern mountains。 The last； Nakkiga； now that my thought is upon it； you have already seen as well…or you have in a way 。 。〃
〃What does that mean？〃
〃Nakkiga was the city the Norns built long ago in the shadow of Stormspike； before they were retreating into the great ice mountain itself。 On the dream…road with Geloe and myself you visited it； but doubtless you overlooked its crumbling remains beside the mountain's immensity。 So in a way； then； you have visited Nakkiga also。〃
Simon shuddered； remembering a vision of the endless icy halls within Stormspike； of the ghost…white faces and burning eyes that shone in its depths。 〃That was as close as I ever want to be；〃 he said。 He squinted his eyes； staring at the sky。 The birds still circled lazily overhead。 〃Are those ravens？〃 he asked Binabik； pointing。 〃They've been staying just above our heads for some time。〃
The troll looked upward。 〃Ravens； yes； and large ones they are as well。〃 He grinned wickedly。 〃Perhaps they are waiting for us to fall down very dead； and so aid them in their searching for sustenance。 A pity it is to disappoint them； is it not？〃
Simon grunted。 〃Maybe they can tell I'm starving…that I won't last much longer。〃
Binabik nodded solemnly。 〃How thoughtless I am being。 Of course； Simon； it is indeed true that you have had no food since breaking your fast； and…Chukku's Stones！ You poor fellow！ That has been an hour ago！ You must be fast approaching the awful moment of finalness。〃 Finished with this bit of sarcasm； he began to rummage in his pack； steadying himself against Qantaqa's back with his other hand。 〃Perhaps I can discover for you some dried fish。〃
〃Thank you。〃 Simon tried to sound enthusiastic…after all； any food was better than no food。
As Binabik performed his laborious search； Simon looked up at the sky once more。 The swarm of black birds still hovered silently； wind…tossed beneath the somber clouds like tattered rags。
The raven strutted on the windowsill； feathers fluffed against the chill air。 Others of his kind； grown fat and insolent on gibbet…leavings； crowed raucously in the leafless branches beyond the window。 No other sounds drifted up from the silent； deserted courtyard。
Even as it preened its shiny black feathers； the raven kept a bright yellow eye cocked； when the goblet came flying toward it like a sling… stone； it had more than enough time to drop from the sill with a harsh cry； spreading its wings to flutter up and join its kin m the barren treetop。 The dented goblet rolled in an uneven circle on the stone floor before lurching to a halt A thin wisp of steam rose from the dark liquor that had splattered beneath the wmdowsill。
〃I hate their eyes；〃 King Elias said。 He reached for a fresh goblet； but used this one for its proper and intended purpose。 〃Those damned sneaking yellow eyes。〃 He wiped his lip。 〃I think they're spying on me。〃
〃Spying； Majesty？〃 Guthwulf said slowly。 He did not want to send Elias into one of his thunderstorm rages。 〃Why would birds spy？〃
The high king fixed him with a green stare； then a grin split his pale face。 〃Oh； Guthwulf； you are so innocent； so undefiled！〃 He chuckled harshly。 〃e； pull that chair closer。 It is good to speak with an honest man once more。〃
The Earl of Utanyeat did as his king bade him； sliding forward until less than an ell separated his stool from the yellowing mass of the Dragonbone Chair。 He kept his eyes averted from the black…scabbarded sword that hung at the High King's side。
〃I do not know what you mean by 'innocent；' Elias；〃 he said； inwardly cursing the stiffness he heard in his own voice。 〃God knows； we have both of us labored mightily in the Chapel of Sin in our time。 However； if you mean innocent of any treachery toward my king and friend； then I accept the name gladly。〃 He hoped he sounded more certain than he felt。 The very word 〃treachery〃 made
