df.therunelords-第132章
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At Gaborn's side； a cold wind stirred； a chill that smote him to the bone； so powerful and frightening was it。
Fear gripped him； made him terrified to blink or twitch。 To do so would surely kill him； Gaborn felt。 So he stood； frozen； until he recalled his father's words。 〃No prince of Mystarria need fear the spirits of the Dunnwood。〃
He looked from the corner of his eye to see the ghost of King Sylvarresta rise from the corpse there on its pallet。 Sylvarresta bent at the waist； sitting up； and gazed longingly across the field； to the men of the great hunt。
Then he reached over and shook King Orden's shoulders； rousing him as if from a deep slumber； so that he； too； awoke。
The kings rose together and seemed to call across the valley。 Though their lips moved； they spoke no words that Gaborn could hear； yet a strange moaning issued over the downs。
Across the far valley came a quick response。 Two ladies rode out of that distant crowd； emerging fifty yards from the edge of the wood； each of them leading a saddled horse。
Gaborn recognized them。 One woman was the Queen Venetta Sylvarresta； and the other was Gaborn's own mother。
They smiled radiantly； and seemed to be talking as if neither had a care in the world。 Grand。 Happy。
King Sylvarresta and King Orden took each other's hands and walked casually down the field as they used to when they were but young men。 Sylvarresta seemed to be telling a long joke； and Orden laughed at him heartily； shaking his head。 Their voices carried on the wind as an odd twitter； the words escaping Gaborn。
They moved with deceptive swiftness； these ghosts； like deer leaping through the grass。 In but a handful of steps； King Orden and King Sylvarresta both met their wives； and kissed them in greeting； then mounted their own steeds。
All across the fields； other knights rose to join the hunt。 Men from the fallen castle。 Chemoise's father appeared at the base of the oak； hurried across the fields to the great throng。
As the knights and kings all joined the great hunt； the wraiths behind them all turned away； began riding back into the Dunnwood； the hounds baying distantly； faint sounds of laughter and cries of the hunt issuing from the lips of various lords； and Erden Geboren's horn sounding above all。
From his horse's back； Gaborn's father stared across the valley； as if glimpsing the living knights camped in their fields for the first time。 For half a heartbeat； his mouth opened in dismay； as if he recalled the things of his mortal life； or as if he'd just remembered a troubling dream。 Then his eyes cleared； and he smiled broadly。 The mortal world concerned him no longer。
He turned his horse； galloped into the woods。 Then he was gone。
Gone forever； Gaborn realized； until I can join him。
Gaborn found himself weeping； not in pain or joy； but in wonder。 Last year as his father had camped with him during his hunt in the Dunnwood； his father had said that the kings of Mystarria and Heredon did not need to fear the ghosts of the Dunnwood。 Now Gaborn understood why。
We are the ghosts of the Dunnwood； he realized。
Yet as the great horde turned and began disappearing into the wood； one rider remained。 Erden Geboren stared off toward Gaborn for a long minute； his eyes piercing； then spurred his horse forward。
He sees me。 He sees me； Gaborn realized； and his heart pounded in terror； for everyone knew that to attract the gaze of a wight brought death。
The great king moved as if in a dream； crossing the downs in a seeming heartbeat； so that only seconds later； Erden Geboren himself sat in his saddle above Gaborn's head； staring down。
Gaborn gazed up into the face of the wight。 He bore his shield； and wore armor of green leather。 His helm was a simple round thing of ancient design。
He stared deep into Gaborn's eyes； in recognition。
Gaborn had imagined that Erden Geboren would be young； as in the songs of old； that he would look noble and brave。 But he was an aging man； well past his prime。
Erden Geboren pointed to the ground at Gaborn's feet； and Gaborn looked down； to see where he pointed。
As Gaborn did； dry oak leaves in the grass began to rustle and stir in a slight breeze； drawing upward as if in a whirlwind； then suddenly rose high and twined their stems together； then lodged in his fresh…bed hair。
All around the downs； the men and women of Heredon gasped in wonder。
Erden Geboren had crowned Gaborn with the circlet of leaves。 It was the ancient symbol of Mystarria； the sign of the Earth King。 Tonight was the eve of Hostenfest。
Yet among all the vast throng of people gathered there； only one man dared call out from the fields below； 〃All hail the new King of the Earth！〃
Gaborn looked up into the eyes of the ghost king； Erden Geboren； and suddenly understood something。 He could mand these spirits。 He could have manded them all along。 In rage Gaborn said； 〃If you make me your king； then I order you and your legions to do what you can to protect these woods。 Raj Ahten has taken many lives here。 See that he takes no more。〃
Erden Geboren nodded solemnly； then turned his pale horse and rode over the fields； his great charger leaping the fences and hedgerows as he retreated into the Dunnwood。
In moments； the sounds of hunting horns rang suddenly loud； and then faded again into the distance as the wights departed。
Everyone stared at Gaborn； utterly silent。 Many looked troubled； as if uncertain what had happened； or unwilling to believe。 Others merely gaped in astonishment。 It was said that the ancient kings manded the Dunnwood； that the wood served them。 Gaborn understood now that it was the ghosts of the wood that had served his forefathersand now Gaborn had dared mand them。
Gaborn almost feared to breathe； for he knew that whatever he said this day； it would be remembered by all。
Iome looked up at Gaborn； tears glistening in her eyes。 He was already holding her hand； but now she squeezed his fingers tightly； her right hand to his left。 And she raised her hand high。
Among poor people in both their kingdoms； a marriage was made in a manner similar to this： the man and woman who wanted to wed would stand before witnesses； holding hands together； while a friend bound them at the wrist with a white ribbon。 Then the newlyweds would raise their hands as one； for all to see。
So everyone understood the significance of her gesture。 I am a poor woman； who wants to make a marriage。
Gaborn raised her hand in his higher； and shouted to all those in the camp； 〃You yourselves saw Sylvarresta and Orden ride together now as they did in life； united as true friends。 Seeing as death cannot divide them； let our people not be divided！〃
Everyone in the camp stood quiet； none yet daring to move。
Duke Mardon stood two hundred yards downfield from them。 A campfire glowed at his feet； showing his face。 His golden goblet had recently been filled。 He was a huge man； more of a leader than any other in Heredon。 A lord that men loved and looked to。
Now； it seemed that hundreds of eyes turned to the Duke； seeking sign of his approval。
Mardon was no fool。 Perhaps he recognized that Heredon needed this union。 Perhaps he had time to consider the wealth and power Mystarria manded。 Perhaps he recognized the necessity of allying himself with the Earth King。
Yet if such mercenary thoughts crossed the Duke's mind； they did not show。 For almost immediately he raised his golden goblet in salute to Gaborn； and a broad smile creased his face。 He called； 〃And； milady； what say you？〃
Iome clenched Gaborn's hand tightly； raised it higher。 She turned to Gaborn now； and looked up at him； the starlight shining in her eyes。 〃For Sylvarresta's part； I accept。。。gladly。〃
Duke Mardon shouted and raised his goblet high。 〃It seems our King Sylvarresta celebrates Hostenfest this year with a hunt after all！ Let us rejoice for him。。。and for his daughter。 We double our cause for celebration！〃 He drained the cup quickly； and tossed it far into the night； into the camps of his troops； to be the prize of some poor soldier。
That action more than any other finally brought a cheer from the camp； and endeared Mardon to Gaborn forever after。
BOOK 5
D
