tg.stone of tears-第151部分

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　Kahlan　realized　that　her　neck　didn’t　hurt。　She　touched　her　fingers　to　the　bite。　It　was　gone。　Suddenly　she　felt　that　perhaps　she　had　escaped　the　Keeper’s　grasp　in　more　ways　than　one。
　
　With　a　serious　demeanor；　she　regarded　the　young　faces　that　intently　watched　her。　Though　you　will　fight　on　without　quarter；　you　must　not　let　yourselves　bee　what　you　are　fighting。　The　enemy　fights　to　kill；　and　to　enslave。　You　fight　for　life；　and　freedom。　Keep　that　always　uppermost　in　your　hearts。
　
　‘Do　not　let　yourselves　bee　what　you　hate。　I　know　how　easy　it　is　to　do。　It　almost　happened　to　me。’
　
　Kahlan　put　a　fist　into　the　air。　‘I　promise　to　never　forget　a　one　of　you。　Promise　me　that　when　this　is　finished；　both　the　threat　from　the　Imperial　Order；　and　the　threat　from　the　Keeper；　that　you　will　one　day　all　e　to　Aydindril；　so　the　Midlands　may　honor　your　sacrifice。’
　
　The　men　all　lifted　a　fist　in　pledge。　A　cheer　went　up。
　
　‘Captain　Ryan；　please　tell　the　men　at　the　other　camps　my　words。　I　wish　I　could　speak　to　them　all　myself；　but　I　must　leave　at　once。’
　
　He　assured　her　it　would　be　done。　Kahlan　lifted　the　sword　in　both　hands；　holding　it　out。
　
　‘King　Wyborn　wielded　this　sword　in　battle　to　protect　his　land。　The　Mother　Confessor　has　wielded　it　in　defense　of　the　Midlands。　I　now　place　it　in　capable　hands。’
　
　Captain　Ryan’s　fingers　carefully　lifted　the　sword　from　hers。　He　held　it　as　if　holding　the　crown　of　Galea　itself。　A　beaming　grin　lit　his　face。
　
　‘I　will　carry　it　with　pride；　Mother　Confessor。　Thank　you　for　everything　you　have　taught　us。　When　you　first　found　us；　we　were　boys。　Thank　you　for　making　us　into　men。　You　have　taught　us　not　only　to　fight　better　but；　more　importantly；　what　it　means　to　be　soldiers；　and　to　be　protectors　of　the　Midlands。’
　
　He　took　the　hilt　in　his　fist　and　held　the　sword　skyward　as　he　turned　to　his　men。
　
　‘Three　cheers　for　the　Mother　Confessor！’
　
　As　she　listened　to　the　three　wild　cheers；　Kahlan　realized　that　in　all　her　life　she　had　never　heard　anyone　cheer　the　Mother　Confessor　before。　She　had　to　strain　to　keep　her　surprise　from　showing。　She　lifted　a　kiss　on　her　fingers　and　thanked　them　all。
　
　‘Captain　Ryan；　I　wish　to　take　Nick；　and　I　will　need　two　other　horses；　also。’
　
　Chandalen　lurched　forward。　‘Now；　why　do　you　need　horses！’
　
　She　lifted　an　eyebrow　to　him。　‘Chandalen；　I　have　an　arrow　wound　in　my　leg。　I　can　hardly　stand；　much　less　walk。　I　need　to　ride；　if　I’m　to　get　to　Aydindril。　I　hope　you　do　not　think　me　weak　because　of　it。’
　
　His　brow　knotted　up。　‘Well；　no。　Of　course　you　cannot　be　expected　to　walk。’　His　eyes　turned　angry　again。　‘But　why　do　you　want　two　other　horses？’
　
　‘If　I　ride；　you　must；　too。’
　
　‘Chandalen　does　not　need　to　ride！　I　am　strong！’
　
　She　leaned　close　and　spoke　in　his　tongue。　‘Chandalen；　I　know　the　Mud　People　do　not　ride　horses。　I　would　not　expect　you　would　know　how。　I　will　teach　you。　You　will　do　fine。　When　you　return　to　your　people；　you　will　have　a　new　skill　that　none　of　them　have。　They　will　be　impressed。　The　women　will　see　that　you　are　brave。’
　
　He　grunted　suspiciously　as　he　scowled。　Then　why　do　we　need　the　third　horse？’
　
　‘We’re　taking　Orsk。’
　
　‘What！’
　
　Kahlan　shrugged。　‘You　can’t　draw　a　bow　until　your　arm　recovers。　How　will　you　protect　me？　Orsk　can　wield　an　axe　with　his　one　good　arm；　and　you　can　throw　a　spear　with　yours。’
　
　He　rolled　his　eyes。　‘I　am　not　going　to　be　able　to　talk　you　out　of　this；　am　I？’
　
　‘No；’　she　said　with　a　small　smile。　‘Now；　we　better　get　our　things　and　be　on　our　way。’
　
　Kahlan　surveyed　the　men　one　last　time。　Her　men。　She　gave　them　a　salute　of　her　fist　to　her　heart。　They　all　silently　returned　the　salute。　She　had　lost　much　with　these　men。　She　had　gained　much。　Take　care。　Each　and　every　one　of　you。’
　
　
　CHAPTER　48
　
　‘So；　when　are　we　going　to　meet　your　people；　the　ones　who　will　guide　Sister　Verna　and　me　to　the　palace？’
　
　Du　Chaillu　glanced　back　over　her　shoulder；　pulling　her　mass　of　black　hair　out　of　the　way　to　peer　at　him。　She　was　leading　her　horse。　Richard　had　grown　tired　of　her　plaints；　and　when　she　finally　refused　to　ride　any　longer；　he　decided　not　to　make　an　issue　of　it　and　let　her　walk。　Richard　had　decided　to　walk　for　a　while　himself。　Sister　Verna　rode　behind　them；　watching　Du　Chaillu　like　an　owl　from　atop　her　horse。
　
　‘Soon。’　Her　cool；　distant　expression　disturbed　him。　‘Very　soon。’
　
　Her　attitude　had　slowly　changed　since　they　had　left　the　Majendie　land；　as　they　went　deeper　into　hers。　She　was　no　longer　chatty　and　open；　but　had　grown　haughty　and　distant。　Sister　Verna　rarely　took　her　eyes　from　Du　Chaillu；　and　Du　Chaillu；　in　turn；　didn’t　miss　a　move　the　Sister　made。　They　were　like　two　cats　with　their　fur　standing　on　end；　silent　and　still；　but　ready　to　spring。　It　wouldn’t　have　surprised　him　if　soon　he　saw　their　teeth　bared。
　
　Richard　had　the　feeling　the　two　of　them　were　constantly　testing　each　other；　but　in　ways　he　couldn’t　see。　By　the　Sister’s　attitude；　he　didn’t　think　she　was　pleased　about　what　she　was　discovering。　Richard　could　tell；　from　experience；　when　the　Sister　was　touching　her　Han。　He　recognized　the　shroud　of　it　in　her　eyes。　She　was　touching　it　now。
　
　In　the　gathering　darkness；　Du　Chaillu　turned　abruptly　from　the　wide　forest　trail；　leading　them　on　a　narrow　path　through　the　thick；　tangled　growth。　Dark　water　holding　dense　thickets　of　reeds　and　broad…leafed　plants　with　pink　and　yellow　trumpet…shaped　flowers　lurked　to　the　sides。　Richard’s　eyes　scanned　the　shadows　among　the　trees。
　
　Du　Chaillu　came　to　a　halt　at　the　edge　of　a　sandy；　open　area。　She　lifted　the　reins　of　her　horse　to　Richard。　The　others　will　join　us　in　this　place。　Wait　here；　magic　man。’
　
　The　term　she　used　to　address　him　lifted　his　hackles。　He　took　the　reins。　‘Richard。　My　name　is　Richard。　I’m　the　one　who　saved　your　neck。　Remember？’
　
　Du　Chaillu　looked　at　him　thoughtfully。　‘Please　don’t　ever　think　I　do　not　appreciate　what　you　have　done　for　me；　for　my　people。　Your　kindness　will　be　always　in　my　heart。’　Her　eyes　seemed　to　go　out　of　focus；　and　her　voice　softened　with　regret。　‘But　you　are　still　a　magic　man。’　Her　back　straightened。　‘Wait　here。’
　
　She　turned　and　disappeared　into　the　forest　around　the　clearing。　Richard　stood　watching　her　vanish　as　Sister　Verna　dismounted。　She　took　the　reins　to　all　three　horses。
　
　‘She　is　going　to　try　to　kill　you　now；’　she　said；　as　if　telling　him　that　she　thought　it　would　rain　tomorrow。
　
　Richard　glared　at　her。　‘I　saved　her　life。’
　
　Sister　Verna　started　leading　the　horses　to　the　trees。　‘You　are　a　magic　man　to　these　people。　They　kill　magic　men。’
　
　Richard　didn’t　want　to　believe　her；　but　he　did。　Then　use　your　Han　to　prevent　it；　Sister；　to　preserve　life；　as　you　told　Du　Chaillu　she　should　do　with　her　new　child。’
　
　Sister　Verna　stroked　her　horse’s　chin。　‘She　has　use　of　her　Han；　too。　That’s　why　the　Sisters　have　always　avoided　these　people；　some　of　them　can　use　their　Han；　but　in　a　way　we　don’t　understand。
　
　‘I’ve　tried　little　things　on　her；　to　test　her。　The　spells　I　send　at　her　disappear　like　pebbles　dropped　down　a　well。　And　they　do　not　go　unnoticed。　Du　Chaillu　knows　what　I　try　to　do；　and　somehow　is　able　to　annul　it。　I　told　you　before；　these　people　are　dangerous。　I　have　fought　every　step　of　the　way　to　prevent　this。　I　warned　you　not　to　swing　the　axe。　You　saw　my　efforts　as　misguided。’
　
　Richard　gritted　his　teeth。　His　left　hand　gripped　the　hilt　of　the　sword。　He　could　feel　the　bumps　of　the　word　Truth　woven　into　the　wire；　and　through　it　the　heat　of　its　rage。
　
　‘I　have　no　intention　of　killing　anyone。’
　
　‘Good。　Keep　the　anger　of　the　sword　out。　You　are　going　to　need　it　if　you’re　to　survive。　They　are　surrounding　us　as　we　speak；　that　much　my　Han　can　tell　me。’
　
　Richard　felt　as　if　things　were　suddenly　spinning　out　of　his　control。　He　didn’t　want　to　hurt　anyone。　He　hadn’t　saved　Du　Chaillu　just　to　have　to　fight　her　people。　Then　I　suggest　you　call　on　your　Han；　Sister　Verna。　I　am　the　Seeker；　not　an　assassin。　I’m　not　going　to　kill　your　enemies　for　you。’
　
　She　took　a　few　strides　toward　him。　Her　voice　was　tight　and　controlled。　‘I　told　you；　my　Han　is　not　going　to　be　able　to　help。　I　would　end　the　threat　if　I　could；　but　I　can’t。　Du　Chaillu　has　power　against　magic。　I’m　begging　you；　Richard；　defend　yourself。’
　
　His　eyes　narrowed。　‘Perhaps　you　just　don’t　want　to　help。　You’re　angry　that　I　spoiled　the　arrangement　the　Sisters　had　with　the　Majendie。　You　plan　on　watching；　like　you　always　do；　just　to　see　what　I’ll　do。’
　
　She　slowly　shook　her　head　in　frustration。　‘Do　you　really　think；　Richard；　that　I　would　spend　half　my　life　in　my　duty　to　find　you　and　carry　you　safely　to　the　Palace　of　the　Prophets；　only　to　watch　you　killed　when　we’re　on　the　doorstep　of　my　home？　Do　you　actually　believe　that　I　wouldn’t　stop　this　if　I　could？　Is　your　opinion　of　me　that　low？’
　
　His　impulse　was　to　argue　with　her；　but　instead　he　considered　her　words。　What　she　said　made　sense。　Richard　gave　an　apologetic　shake　of　his　head；　then　quickly　glanced　into　the　shadows。　‘How　many　are　there？’
　
　‘Perhaps　thirty。’
　
　‘Thirty。’　In　frustration；　he　folded　his　arms。　‘How　am　I　to　defend　against　thirty；　by　myself？’
　
　She　looked　out　into　the　darkness　a　moment；　then　cast　her　hands　forward。　A　wind　rose；　carrying　a　veil　of　sand　and　dirt　outward　into　the　blackness。　That　will　slow　them　for　a　short　time；　but　not　stop　them。’
　
　She　turned　her　brown　eyes　on　him　once　more。　‘Richard；　I　have　used　my　Han　to　seek　an　answer。　The　only　thing　my　Han　tells　me　is　that　you　must　use　the　prophecy　to　survive。　You’ve　named　yourself　the　bringer　of　death；　as　the　prophecy　foretells。　The　prophecy　is　about　you。
　
　‘You　must　use　the　prophecy　if　you　are　to　defeat　that　many。　The　prophecy　says　the　holder　of　the　sword　is　able　to　call　the　dead　forth；　call　the　past　into　the　present。　Somehow；　that’s　what　you　must　do　in　order　to　survive　…　call　forth　the　dead；　call　the　past　into　the　present。’
　
　Richard　unfolded　his　arms。　‘We’re　about　to　be　overrun　by　thirty　people　you　say　are　going　to　try　to　kill　me；　and　you　give　me　riddles？　Sister；　I　tol