tw.thestoneoffarewell-第97部分
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w what kilpa are； don't you？〃
〃I have heard of them； yes；〃 Cadrach said shortly。 He turned his curious gaze back to Gan Itai； who rocked back and forth； listening。 〃You are of the Tinukeda'ya； are you not？〃
The Niskie's mouth widened in a toothless grin。 〃We are Navigator's Children； yes。 Long ago we came back to the sea； and by the sea we stayed。 Now； tell Gan Itai what you do on this ship。〃
Miriamele looked at Cadrach； but the monk seemed absorbed in thought。 The torchlight showed his pale face beaded with sweat。 Whether from the shock of discovery or something else； the fog of his drunkenness seemed to have burned away。 His small eyes were troubled but clear。 〃We cannot tell all；〃 the princess answered。 〃We have done no wrong； but our lives are in danger； so we are hiding。〃
Gan Itai narrowed her long eyes and pursed her lips meditatively。 〃I must tell the ship's master you are here；〃 she said at last。 〃If that is wrong； I am sorry； but I owe first allegiance to Eadne Cloud。 Stowaways are always reported。 No harm must e to my ship。〃
〃We wouldn't hurt the ship；〃 Miriamele said desperately； but the Niskie was moving swiftly toward the ladder； her nimbleness belying her apparent frailty。
〃I regret； but I do what I must。 Ruyan's Folk have laws that cannot be overthrown。〃 She shook her head and disappeared through the hatchway。 A splash of dawn…lit sky showed briefly before the hatch door thumped down once more。
Miriamele slumped back against a barrel。 〃Elysia save us。 What will we do？ What if this boat belongs to enemies？〃
〃As far as I am concerned； it is boats themselves which are the enemies。〃 Cadrach shrugged fatalistically。 〃My hiding us on one was foolishness beyond understanding。 As to discovery 。。。〃 he waved his plump hand dismissively。 〃It was inevitable once the boat actually put to sea； but anything is better than staying in the Sancellan Aedonitis。〃 He wiped sweat from his face。 〃Ah； me； my stomach feels dreadful。 As a wise man stated； 'There are three kinds of people…the living； the dead； and those at sea。' 〃 His expression of disgust changed to one of contemplation。 〃But Niskies！ I have met the living Tinukeda'ya1 Bones of Anaxos； but the world is full of odd tales！〃
Before Miriamele could ask him what that meant； they heard the sound of heavy boots on the deck overhead。 Deep voices spoke； then the hatch door creaked up and the opening was abruptly filled with torchlight and long shadows。
Maegwin sat in a crumbling ancient arena； in the midst of a mysterious stone city hidden deep in the heart of a mountain； face to face with four creatures out of the legends of ancient days。 Before her stood a great； shining stone that had spoken to her as though it were a person。 Still； she was unutterably disappointed。
〃The Sithi；〃 she murmured quietly。 〃I thought the Sithi would be here。〃
Eolair looked at her with seeming dispassion； then turned back to the saucer…eyed dwarrows once more。 〃This is very strange。 How do you know the name of Josua Lackhand？〃
Yis…fidri seemed unfortable。 The earth…dweller's bony face bobbed at the end of his slender neck like a sunflower on its stem。 〃Why do you seek the Sithi？ What do you want with our old masters？〃
Maegwin let out a sigh。
〃It was only a thin hope；〃 Eolair said quickly。 〃The Lady Maegwin thought they might help us； as they aided our people in days past。 Hernystir has been invaded。〃
〃And this Handless Josua of whom the Sithi spoke…is he the invader； or is he one of Hern's children； like you？〃 Yis…fidri and his fellows leaned forward solemnly。
〃Josua Lackhand is no Hernystirman； but neither is he an invader。 He is one of the chiefs in the great war that rages on the surface。〃 Eolair spoke carefully。 〃Our people have been invaded by Josua's enemies。 Thus； it could be said Josua fights for us…if he still lives。〃
〃Josua is dead；〃 Maegwin said dully。 The weight of earth and stone around her pressed down； squeezing out her breath。 What was the point in all this blather？ These spindly creatures were not the Sithi。 This was not the city of banners and sweet music she had seen in her dreams。 Her plans had e to nothing。
〃That may not be so； my lady；〃 Eolair said quietly。 〃When I was last afield； I heard rumors that he still lived； rumors that had more than a slight sound of truth to them。〃 He turned back to the patient dwarrows。 〃Please tell us where you heard Josua's name。 We are not your enemies。〃
Yis…fidri was not so easily swayed。 〃And does this Handless Josua fight for our old masters the Sithi； or against them？〃
Eolair pondered before speaking。 〃We mortals know nothing of the Sithi and their battles。 Josua is probably as ignorant as we。〃
Yis…fidri pointed to the gleaming； shimmering chunk of stone at the center of the arena。 〃But it was the First Grandmother of the Zida'ya…the Sithi…who spoke to you through the Shard！〃 He sounded perversely pleased as though he had caught Eoiair in a pointless fib。
〃We did not know whose voice it was。 We are strangers here； and we are strangers to your。。。 your Shard。〃
〃Ah。〃 Yis…fidri and the others huddled and spoke in their own tongue； the words flying back and forth like rippling chimes。 At last they straightened。
〃We will trust you。 We believe that you be honorable folk；〃 Yis…fidri said。 〃Even if we did not； you have seen now where the last dwarrows live。 Unless we make an end to you； we can only hope you will not reveal us to our former masters。〃 He laughed sadly； his dark gaze nervously roaming the shadows。 〃And we are not folk who can pel others by force。 We are weak； old。。。〃 The dwarrow struggled to pose himself。 〃No more is saved by holding knowledge back。 So； all our people can now return to this place； the Site of Witness。〃
Yis…hadra； the one Yis…fidri had named as his wife； lifted her hand。 She beckoned into the darkness at the top of the great bowl； then called out in the musical dwarrow…tongue。
Lights appeared and came drifting silently down the aisles of the arena； perhaps three dozen in all； each a gleaming rose crystal clutched m the hands of a dwarrow。 Their large heads and wide； solemn eyes made them seem distorted children； grotesque but not frightening。
Unlike Yis…fidri's foursome； these new dwarrows seemed afraid to approach Maegwin and Eoiair too closely。 Instead； they passed slowly down the stone pathways and seated themselves here and there among the hundreds upon hundreds of benches； faces turned toward the gleaming Shard； thin fingers clutching their crystals。 Like a dying galaxy； the vast； gloomy bowl was pricked with dim stars。
〃They were cold；〃 Yis…fidri whispered。 〃They are happy to e back to the warmth。〃
Maegwin jumped； startled after the long quiet。 The realization came to her abruptly that here beneath the world's crust there were no birds singing； no rustling of wind…tossed trees； the city seemed almost constructed of silence。
Eoiair looked around at the ring of solemn eyes before turning back to Yis…fidri。 〃But you and your people seemed afraid of this place。〃
The dwarrow looked embarrassed。 〃The voices of our old masters frighten us； yes。 But the Shard is warm and great。 Mezutu'a's halls and streets are cold。〃
The Count of Nad Mullach took a deep breath。 〃Please； then。 If you believe we mean you no harm； explain to us how you know Josua's name。 〃
〃Our Witness…the Shard。 As we told you。 The Sithi have called to us here at the Site of Witness； asking of this Josua； and of the Great Swords。 The Shard was long silent； but lately it has begun speaking to us again； for the first time in recent memory。〃
〃Speaking？〃 Eoiair asked 〃As it spoke to us？ What is the Shard？〃
〃Old； it is。 One of the oldest of all the Witnesses。〃 Yis…fidri's worried tone returned。 His cohorts wagged their heads； narrow faces uneasy。 〃Long has it been silent。 None did speak to us。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 The count looked at Maegwin to see if she shared his puzzlement。 She avoided his eyes。 The Shard pulsed with gentle； milky light as Eoiair tried again。 〃I am afraid I cannot understand you。 What is a Witness？〃
The dwarrow considered carefully； looking for words to explain something that had never before needed explaining。
〃In days long past；〃 he finally said； 〃we and others of the Gardenborn did speak through the particular objects that could act as Witnesses： Stones and Scales； Pools and Pyres。 Through these things…and through some others； like Nakkiga's great Harp…the world of the Gardenborn was tied together with strands of thought and speech。 But we Tinukeda'ya had forgotten much even before mighty Asu'a fell； and had grown far apart from those who lived there。。。 those who we had once served。〃
〃Asu'a？〃 Eoiair said。 〃I have heard that name before。 〃
Maegwin； only half…listening； watched the coruscating colors of the Shard dart like bright fish below the crystal's surface。 On the benches all around； the dwarrows watched； too； their faces grim； as though their hunger for its radiance shamed them。
〃When Asu'a fell；〃 Yis…fidri continued； 〃the seldom…speaking became silence。 The Speakfire in Hikehikayo and the Shard here in Mezutu'a were voiceless。 Do you see； we dwarrows had lost the Art of their using。 Thus； when the Zida'ya spoke to us no more； we Tinukeda'ya could no longer master the Witnesses； even to speak among ourselves。〃
Eoiair pondered。 〃How did you forget the art of using these things？〃 he asked at last。 〃How could it be lost among even such few as there are of you？〃 He gestured to the silent ones sitting around the stone bowl。 〃You are immortal； are you not？〃
Yis…fidri's wife Yis…hadra threw back her head and moaned； startling both Maegwin and the count。 Sho…vennae and Imai…an； Yis…fidri's other two panions； joined her。 Their lament turned into a kind of eerie； sorrowful song that rose to the cavern ceiling and echoed in the darkness above。 The other dwarrows turned to watch； heads slowly swaying like a field of gray and white dandelions。
Yis…fidri lowered his heavy lids and cupped his chin in trembling fingers。 When the moaning had died away； he looked up。
〃No； Hern's Child；〃 he said slowly； 〃we are not immortal。 It
