df.therunelords-第25章
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elt certain he had seen finer women in the South。
A slight wind stirred； a breeze that carried the scent of cooking fires up from the Great Hall。 Iome shifted from her perch on the merlon； sending flakes of rock to plunge eighty feet below。 Cocks crowed in the evening light； and just within the outer fortress walls； cows bawled； calling their milkers。
Thatch…roofed stone houses dotted the brown fields outside the castle。 And from here she could see several villages north and east along the River Wye。 But the fields and villages were utterly empty。
The farmers； merchants； and servants had all gathered with the soldiers in their black…and…silver livery on the city walls。 Boys and old men alike stood poised with bows and spears。 A few local merchants； creeping along the wall…walks； hawked pastries and chicken as if this were the fair； and they were all watching the tournaments。
Down at the Outer Wall； carts； barrels； and crates lay piled against the city gates。 If Raj Ahten broke down the gate； the trash would trap his men there in the inner court； where her father's bowmen could do some damage。
It was nearing dusk。 Crows and pigeons circled over the oak and ash forests to the south。 Raj Ahten's armies disturbed the birds； kept them from roosting。
Lowering campfires burned out there under the woods； so that the hills below her seemed to seethe with smoke； the trees glowing with flame。 Iome could not guess how large Raj Ahten's army might be； hidden among the trees。
But signs of the invaders were everywhere： A spy balloon in the shape of a graak had launched from the forest； manned by two of Raj Ahten's men。 It had been tethered four hundred feet in the air for nearly two hours。 Along the wide banks of the River Wye； which wound through this realm in a broad ribbon； two thousand warhorses were tied in a dark line； kept by a hundred or so knights and squires who seemed unconcerned about the possibility of an attack。 Spearmen and shaggy Frowth giants stood watch。 Deeper in the forest； Iome could hear the sound of axes falling as Raj Ahten's men cut trees for scaling ladders and siege engines。 Indeed； every moment or two； a tree would shiver and topple； leaving a hole in the forest's canopy。
So many men； so huge an army ing from the south。 Iome still marveled that they'd heard no advance word。 The Duke of Longmont should have sent warning。 He should have known of the army's movements。 One could only hope that Raj Ahten had found a way to move without Longmot's notice。 If that were true； Longmont could send his knights to aid their king； once they discovered the siege。 But Iome smelled treachery in the air； and feared that Longmont would send no aid。
Prince Orden cleared his throat； politely begging Iome's attention。 〃This should have been a fairer meeting between us；〃 he said。 His voice was gentle。 〃I'd hoped to bring joyful news to your kingdom； not tales of invasion。〃
As if his proposal would have been joyful！ She suspected that her wiser vassals would have mourned the match； even though they'd see the necessity of tying Heredon to Mystarria； the richest kingdom in Rofehavan。
〃I thank you for your hasty ride；〃 Iome said。 〃It was good of you to risk it。〃
Prince Orden stepped to her side and looked out over the edge of the tower。 〃How long； do you think； before they mount an attack？〃 He sounded detached； too tired to think。 A curious boy fascinated by the prospect of battle。
〃By dawn；〃 she said。 〃They won't want anyone slipping from the castle； so they'll strike soon。〃 Considering the renowned strength of Raj Ahten's troopsthe giants and mages and his legendary swordsmentomorrow； her father's kingdom would likely fall。
Iome glanced at Gaborn's back profile from the corner of her eye； a young man who would have broad shoulders when he got his full growth。 He had long dark hair。 He wore a clean blue traveling cloak； a narrow saber。
She averted her gaze； not desiring to see more。 Broad…shouldered； like his father。 Of course he will be stunning。 After all； he draws glamour from his subjects。
Not like Iome。 While some Runelords drew glamour heavily from their subjects； appropriating great resplendence to mask an imperfect countenance； Iome had been blessed with some natural beauty。 When she was but a mere infant； two fair maids had stepped forward； offering to endow the princess with their own glamour； and her parents had accepted in Iome's behalf。 But once Iome was old enough to understand what the endowments cost her subjects； she had refused further gifts。
〃I would not stand so close to the wall；〃 Iome said to Gaborn。 〃You don't want to be seen。〃
〃By Raj Ahten？〃 Gaborn asked。 〃What would he see from here？ A young man talking to a maid on the tower wall？〃
〃Raj Ahten has dozens of far…seers in his band。 Surely they will know a princess when they see herand a prince。〃
〃Such a fair princess would not be hard to spot；〃 Gaborn agreed； 〃but I doubt that any of Raj Ahten's men would give me a second glance。〃
〃You wear the device of Orden； do you not？〃 Iome asked。 If Gaborn believed that Raj Ahten's' men would not recognize a prince by his countenance alone； she would not gainsay him。 Still； she imagined the green knight embroidered on his cloak。 〃Better not to have it spotted within these walls。〃
Gaborn chuckled mirthlessly。 〃I'm wearing one of your soldiers' cloaks。 I won't give my presence away。 Not before my father arrives。 If history is any guide； this could be a long siege。 Castle Sylvarresta has not fallen in eight hundred years。 But you need only hold out three daysat the most。 Only three days！〃
Prince Orden sounded confident。 She wanted to believe him； to believe that the bined forces of her father's men with King Orden's soldiers could turn back the giants and sorcerers of Raj Ahten。 Orden would raise a cry； call for help from Heredon's lords as he came。
Despite the eighty…foot height of the castle's outer walls； despite the depth of Castle Sylvarresta's moat； despite the archers and ballisteers on the walls and the caltrops hidden in the grassy fields； beating Raj Ahten seemed too much to hope。 His reputation was that terrifying。 〃King Orden is a pragmatic man。 Will he even e？ Surely he would not throw his life away to protect Castle Sylvarresta？〃
Gaborn took offense at her tone。 〃He may be pragmatic about some things； but not where friendship is concerned。 Besides； fighting here is the right thing to do。〃
Iome considered。 〃I see。。。Of course； why should your father fight at home； watch his own people bleed and die； watch his own castle walls crumble； when he could make as good a defense here？〃
Gaborn nearly growled in answer； 〃For twenty years my father has traveled here for Hostenfest。 Do you know how much envy that has aroused elsewhere？ He could have celebrated at homeor elsewherebut he es here！ My father may visit other kings for political reasons； but only one does he name 'friend。' 〃
Iome had only a vague idea what other kings thought of her father。 None of it seemed good。 〃A softhearted fool；〃 they called him。 As an Oath…Bound Lord； he'd sworn never to take endowments from his own people unless they were freely given。 Her father could have bought endowmentsmany a man might sell the use of his eyes or voice。 But Sylvarresta would not lower himself to purchasing another's attributes。 Of course； her father would never consider strong…arming or blackmailing men for endowments。 He was not a Wolf Lord； not Raj Ahten。
But Gaborn's father was another matter。 Orden was a self…proclaimed 〃pragmatist〃 when it came to taking endowmentsa man who took endowments freely offered but who； as a younger man； had also engaged in the dubious act of purchasing endowments。 He seemed to Iome to verge on being more than pragmatic。 He seemed morally suspect。 He was too successful at winning the trust of lesser men； he purchased endowments far too cheaply and too often； both for himself and his troops。 Indeed； Gaborn's father was said to personally hold over a hundred endowments。
Yet； even then； Iome knew that Gaborn's father； King Orden； was no Raj Ahten。 He'd never 〃forced a peasant's gift；〃 collecting some poor farmer's brawn in lieu of back taxes。 He'd never won a maid
