df.therunelords-第24章
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ster facilitators excelled at processing certain kinds of endowments。 Hyde was an excellent man for taking endowments of hearing and smellendowments her father considered most valuable in a forest kingdom。 But his work on major endowmentson taking stamina and metabolism in particularsuffered in parison。 At least； unlike some facilitators； he did not spend a fortune in blood metal to do research on dogs or horses。
Finally Binnesman found something in his pocket。 He pulled out a fresh camphor leaf； bruised it between his fingers； and set each half beneath Dewynne's nostrils。 The sweat on her upper lip held the leaf in place。
Reaching in the same pocket； he pulled out petals of lavender； several brown seeds； and other herbs； applying them to Dewynne's sweaty body； placing some under her lips。 It was a marvel to behold。 The old magician had only two pockets； each filled with a tangled glut of his loose herbs； yet he didn't bother even looking in those pockets； just seemed to recognize by touch the herbs he wanted。
Iome glanced over to another cot。 The butcher's apprentice； a husky boy named Orrin； lay ready to offer his lord an endowment of brawn。 The sight of him； so full of courage and love and youthful strength； nearly broke her heart。 If he gave an endowment now； he might spend the rest of his days unable to rise from his cot。 It did not seem fair to take his life when it had hardly begun。
Yet the boy faced no greater dangers than she。 If Raj Ahten conquered Heredon； this boy's fate could be better than hers； she imagined。 If her father were killed； the boy's endowment of brawn would return to him。 Unable to ever give another endowment； the boy would be free to practice his craft in peace。 Meanwhile； if Raj Ahten defeated House Sylvarresta； what would await Iome？ Torture？ Death？
No； the butcher's boy knows what he's doing； Iome told herself。 He makes a wise choice； perhaps the best choice available to him。 By giving endowments to his king now； he might only have to lose a day in such dear service。
Binnesman muttered； 〃So little time；〃 began smearing Dewynne with healing soils； touching them to her lips。 The woman began panting； as if every breath were a great labor； and Binnesman helped her by pushing down on her chest。
〃What can I do？〃 Iome begged； frightened that the matron would die here； acplishing nothing。
〃Just。。。please； stay out of my way；〃 Binnesman said in a tone seldom spoken to Runelords。 〃Ah； I almost forgot。 A young man wants to see youup there。 The Prince of Mystarria。〃
Iome glanced up the keep's wall。 A stone staircase led to the south tower； where siege engines were poised to strike over the town。
Up there； at the top of the tower； she could see her Maid of Honor； Chemoise； waving to her urgently。 A watchman in black livery paced behind her。
〃I've no time for such foolishness；〃 Iome said。
〃Go to him；〃 her father manded from fifty feet away。 He'd used his Voice； speaking so that it sounded as if he confided in her ear。 Even here in the courtyard； with all the noise and motion； he'd heard her whispered ment。 〃You know how long I've wanted to unite our two families。〃
So； he'd e to offer a betrothal。 Iome was of the proper age； though she'd had no worthy suitors。 The sons of a couple minor lords wanted her； but none had holdings to equal her father's。
But would Prince Orden propose now？ Now； when the kingdom was under attack？ No； he'll offer no proposal； only extend apologies； Iome realized。
A waste of precious time。 〃I'm too busy；〃 Iome said。 〃There's too much to do。〃
Her father stared at her； his gray eyes full of sadness。 How handsome he was。 〃You've been working for hours。 You need rest。 Take it now。 Go speak to him； for an hour。〃
She wanted to argue； but looked in her father's eyes； which said； Speak to him now。 Nothing you do can make a difference in the fight to e。
Chapter 8
LESS THAN AN HOUR
An hour is not enough time to fall in love； but an hour is all they had that cool autumn afternoon。
In better times； Iome would have felt grateful even for that slight allotment of time in which to meet a suitor alone。 Over the past winter her father had told her much about Gaborn； praised him highly； hoping that when this day came； she'd accept him willingly。
Under normal circumstances； Iome would have hoped for love。 She would have prepared her heart for it； nurtured it。
But on this day； when her father's kingdom was about to topple； meeting the son of King Orden served no purpose other than to satisfy a morbid curiosity。
Would she have loved him？ If so； then this meeting would acplish nothing more than to chain her with a painful reminder of what might have been。
More likely she'd have despised him。 He was； after all； an Orden。 Still； being wed to a man she despised would have seemed a minor inconvenience pared with what she feared lay ahead。 Right now； she was acutely aware that her people owed Gaborn a debt for his service； and though she wanted nothing to do with him； she decided to treat him cordially； make the best of it。
As Iome climbed the stone stairway to meet Gaborn； her Days close behind； feet whispering across the ancient stone； Chemoise descended； met her halfway。
〃He's been waiting for you；〃 Chemoise said； smiling stiffly。 Yet there was a certain excitement shining in the girl's eyes。 Perhaps Chemoise hoped that Iome would find love； was reminded too much of the lover she herself had lost a day past。 Chemoise had been Iome's playmate。 Iome knew the girl's every slightest gesture。 As Iome glanced up； Chemoise's features softened and her eyes shone。 She obviously approved of the prince。
Iome forced a smile。 Of all the times to see such excitement in the girl's eyes； today seemed most inappropriate。 Chemoise had walked in a fog for the past day。 Shocked by her lover's death； planning for her unborn child； forgetting to eat if Iome did not beg her to do so。
Right now it seemed as if Chemoise didn't recognize that a war brewed。 Part of her mind seemed to sleep。 Perhaps she really doesn't see； Iome realized。 Chemoise could be so innocent。 Once； Sergeant Dreys had teased her； saying； 〃Chemoise； believes sword fighting is much like carving a duck； the only difference being that you don't eat your foe after you slice him up。〃
Chemoise took Iome's hands； urged her up the steps； until they stood in the sunlight。 After the coolness of the shadowed keep； the warmth of the sunlight felt good。
When she reached the top； Chemoise waved toward the prince in introduction。 〃Princess Iome Sylvarresta； may I have the honor to present Prince Gaborn Val Orden。〃
Iome did not look at the Prince。 Instead she looked out over the battlements。 Chemoise scurried to the far side of the tower； some forty paces off； to give Iome and the Prince some privacy。
To Iome's surprise； the young soldiers who manned the catapults followed Chemoise； affording even more privacy。 Iome glanced down at the catapults； noted the metal shot in the weapons' baskets。 These catapults had never fired on invaders before。 The only time she'd seen them used was on feast days； when her father fired loaves of bread； sausages； and tangerines out over the castle walls to the peasants。
Iome's Days stayed only a dozen paces away。 She said； 〃Prince Sylvarresta； your Days is currently in your father's pany。 I will act as recorder in his stead； for this portion of your chronicles。〃
The Prince said nothing to the Days； though Iome heard his cloak rustle； as if he nodded。
Iome still did not look in the Prince's direction。 Instead she hurried to the far side of the tower； sat on a merlon； and gazed out over the autumn fields at her father's kingdom。
Iome found herself trembling slightly。 She did not want to face Gaborn； dared not face him。 He was； after all； a Runelord； the son of a very powerful Runelord； and would likely be handsome beyond telling。 She did not want appearances to spoil her perceptions of him。 So she looked away； beyond the castle walls。
Still； when Gaborn gave a sigh of appreciation for her beauty； it drew a tight smile from Iome's lips。 She felt certain he had seen finer women in the South。
A slight wind stirred； a breeze that carried th
