gc.shadowslinger-第10章
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〃All right。 But this time you're a helper； not a partner。〃 Shed swallowed and nodded。 〃Put the old woman to bed； then e back downstairs。 Understand？〃
〃Yes；〃 Shed whispered。
〃Good。 Now go away。 You irritate me。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃 Shed retreated。 He couldn't look anyone in the eye the rest of that day。
A bitter wind howled down the Port valley； freckled with flakes of snow。 Shed huddled miserably； the wagon seat a bar of ice beneath him。 The weather was worsening。 〃Why tonight？〃 he grumbled。
〃Best time。〃 Raven's teeth chattered。 〃We're not likely to be seen。〃 He turned into Chandler's Lane； off which innumerable narrow alleyways ran。 〃Good hunting territory here。 In this weather they crawl back in the alleys and die like flies。〃
Shed shivered。 He was too old for this。 But that was why he was here。 So he wouldn't have to face the weather every night。
Raven stopped the wagon。 〃Check that passageway。〃
Shed's feet started aching the instant he put weight on them。 Good。 At least he felt something。 They weren't frozen。
There was little light in the alley。 He searched more by feel than sight。 He found one lump under an overhang； but it stirred and muttered。 He ran。
He reached the wagon as Raven dumped something into the bed。 Shed averted his eyes。 The boy couldn't have been more than twelve。 Raven concealed the body with straw。 〃That's one。 Night like this； we ought to find a load。〃
Shed choked his protests； resumed his seat。 He thought about his mother。 She wouldn't last one night in this。
Next alley he found his first corpse。 The old man had fallen and frozen because he couldn't get up again。 Aching in his soul； Shed dragged the body to the wagon。
〃Going to be a good night；〃 Raven observed。 〃No petition。 The Custodians won't e out in this。〃 Softly： 〃I hope we can make the hill。〃 Later； after they had moved to the waterfront and each had found another corpse； Shed asked； 〃Why're you doing this？〃
〃I need money； too。 Got a long way to travel。 This way I get a lot； fast； without much risk。〃
Shed thought the risks far greater than Raven would admit。 They could be torn apart。 〃You're not from Juniper； are you？〃
〃From the south。 A shipwrecked sailor。〃
Shed did not believe it。 Raven's accent was not at all right for that； mild though it was。 He hadn't the nerve to call the man a liar； though； and press for the truth。
The conversation continued by fits and starts。 Shed didn't uncover anything more of Raven's background or motives。
〃Go that way；〃 Raven told him。 〃I'll check over here。 Last stop； Shed。 I'm done in。〃
Shed nodded。 He wanted to get the night over。 To his disgust； he had begun seeing the street people as objects； and he hated them for dying in such damned inconvenient places。
He heard a soft call； turned back quickly。 Raven had one。 That was enough。 He ran to the wagon。
Raven was on the seat； waiting。 Shed scrambled up； huddled； tucked his face away from the wind。 Raven kicked the mules into motion。
The wagon was halfway across the bridge over the Port when Shed heard a moan。 〃What？〃 One of the bodies was moving！ 〃Oh。 Oh； shit； Raven。 。 。 。〃
〃He's going to die anyway。〃
Shed huddled back down； stared at the buildings on the north bank。 He wanted to argue； wanted to fight； wanted to do anything to deny his part in this atrocity。
He looked up an hour later and recognized nothing。 A few large houses flanked the road； widely spaced； their windows dark。 〃Where are we？〃
〃Almost there。 Half an hour； unless the road is too icy。〃
Shed imagined the wagon sliding into a ditch。 What then？ Abandon everything and hope the rig couldn't be traced？ Fear replaced loathing。
Then he realized where they were。 There wasn't anything up here but that accursed black castle。 〃Raven。 。。。〃
〃What's the matter？〃
〃You're head for the black castle。〃
〃Where'd you think we were going？〃
〃People live there？〃
〃Yes。 What's your problem？〃
Raven was a foreigner。 He couldn't understand how the black castle affected Juniper。 People who got too close disappeared。 Juniper preferred to pretend that the place did not exist。
Shed stammered out his fears。 Raven shrugged。 〃Shows your ignorance。〃
Shed saw the castle's dark shape through the snow。 The fall was lighter on the ridge； but the wind was more fierce。 Resigned； he muttered； 〃Let's get it over with。〃
The shape resolved into battlements； spires； towers。 Not a light shown anywhere。 Raven halted before a tall gate； went forward on foot。 He banged a heavy knocker。 Shed huddled； hoping there would be no response。
The gate opened immediately。 Raven scrambled onto the wagon's seat。 〃Get up； mules。〃
〃You're not going inside？〃
〃Why not？〃
〃Hey。 No way。 No。〃
〃Shut up； Shed。 You want your money； you help unload。〃
Shed stifled a whimper。 He hadn't bargained for this。
Raven drove through the gate； turned right； halted be…neath a broad arch。 A single lantern battled the darkness clotting the passageway。 Raven swung down。 Shed followed； his nerves shrieking。 They dragged the bodies out of the wagon and swung them onto stone slabs nearby。 Then Raven said； 〃Get back on the wagon。 Keep your mouth shut。〃 The one body stirred。 Shed grunted。 Raven pinched his leg savagely。 〃Shut up。〃
A shadowy shape appeared。 It was tall； thin； clad in loose black pantaloons and a hooded shirt。 It examined each body briefly； seemed pleased。 It faced Raven。 Shed glimpsed a face all of sharp angles and shadows； lustrous； olive； cold； with a pair of softly luminous eyes。 〃Thirty。 Thirty。 Forty。 Thirty。 Seventy；〃 it said。 Raven countered； 〃Thirty。 Thirty。 Fifty。 Thirty。 One hundred。〃
〃Forty。 Eighty。〃
〃Forty…five。 Ninety。〃
〃Forty。 Ninety。〃
〃Done。〃
They were dickering！ Raven was not interested in quibbling over the old people。 The tall being would not advance his offer for the youth。 But the dying man was negotiable。
Shed watched the tall being count out coins at the feet of the corpses。 That was a damned fortune！ Two hundred twenty pieces of silver！ With that he could tear the Lily down and build a new place。 He could get out of the Buskin altogether。
Raven scooped the coins into his coat pocket。 He gave Shed five。 〃That's all？〃
〃Isn't that a good night's work？〃
It was a good month's work； and then some。 But to get only five of。 。。。
〃Last time we were partners；〃 Raven said； swinging onto the driver's seat。 〃Maybe we will be again。 But tonight you're a hired hand。 Understand？〃 There was a hard edge to his voice。 Shed nodded； beset by new fears。
Raven backed the wagon。 Shed felt a sudden chill。 That archway was hot as hell。 He shuddered； feeling the hunger of the thing watching them。
Dark； glassy； jointless stone slid past。 〃My god！〃 He could see into the wall。 He saw bones； fragments of bones； bodies； pieces of bodies； all suspended as if floating in the night。 As Raven turned toward the gate； he saw a staring face。 〃What kind of place is this？〃
〃I don't know； Shed。 I don't want to know。 All I care is； they pay good money。 I need it。 I have a long way to go。〃
Chapter Twelve： THE BARROWLAND
The Taken called the Limper met the pany at Frost。 We'd spent a hundred and forty…six days on the march。 They were long days and hard； grinding； men and animals going on more by habit than desire。 An outfit in good shape； like ours； is capable of covering fifty or even a hundred miles in a day； pushing hell out of it； but not day after week after month； upon incredibly miserable roads。 A smart mander does not push on a long march。 The days add up； each leaving its residue of fatigue； till men begin collapsing if the pace is too desperate。
Considering the territories we crossed； we made damned good time。 Between Tome and Frost lie mountains where we were lucky to make five miles a day； deserts we had to wander in search of water； rivers that took days to cross using makeshift rafts。 We were fortunate to reach Frost having lost only two men。
The Captain shone with a glow of acplishment…till the military governor summoned him。
He assembled the officers and senior nons
