df.therunelords-第71章
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Gaborn dismounted as the horses drank； checked the soldier's body。 He flipped open the man's visor。
〃Ah； poor Torin；〃 Borenson grunted。 He'd been a good soldier； had a fine talent with the morning star。
Torin wore the normal dress of a Mystarrian warrior； black ring mail over a sheepskin jerkin。 A dark…blue surcoat over the mail bore the emblem of Mystarria； the green knighta man's face with oak leaves in its hair and beard。 Gaborn traced the outline of the green knight on Torin's surcoat。
〃Beautiful colors；〃 Gaborn whispered。 〃The most beautiful a man could wear。〃 Gaborn began stripping Torin。 〃This is the second corpse I've had to rob today；〃 Gaborn grumbled as if displeased at the prospect。
〃So； milord； you'll bring a new dignity to the profession；〃 Borenson said； not wanting to discuss the problem facing him。 He eyed Iome； saw terror in her posture。
She knew what he had to do。 Even she knew。
Yet Gaborn seemed oblivious。 Was Gaborn mad？ Or just immature？ What made him think he could escape Raj Ahten with a woman and an idiot in his charge？ Fine horses are nothing if you can't ride themand obviously Sylvarresta could not ride。
〃Where's my father？〃 Gaborn asked； stripping the corpse。
〃Can't you guess？〃 Borenson said； unprepared for the question。 〃Right now； I'd say he's fifty miles from Longmont； hoping to reach it near dark。 Raj Ahten has forty thousand forcibles there； buried among the turnips behind Bredsfor Manor。 You know where the manor is？〃 Gaborn shook his head no。
〃On the road three miles south of the castle；〃 Borenson said； 〃a gray building with a lead roof and two wings。 We intercepted a message from the Duchess Laren that says Raj Ahten expects an army to reach Longmont within a day or two。 Your father hopes to beat them to the treasure。〃
〃Raj Ahten knows this？〃 Gaborn asked； just as he got the ring mail untied from the body。 〃That's why he's abandoning Castle Sylvarresta？ To reclaim the forcibles？〃
Gaborn obviously thought this foolhardy。 He angrily unstrapped the dead man's jerkin。 Borenson wondered what occupied the Prince's mind。 Did he not see that Sylvarresta must be slain？ What was the boy thinking？ 〃Your father hoped to convince the Wolf Lord that Longmont was conquered days ago；〃 Borenson explained； 〃and that he's been taking endowments day and night ever since。〃
〃A desperate bluff；〃 Gaborn said； inspecting the sheepskin jerkin； looking close to see if it harbored fleas or lice。 But if Torin had suffered from fleas in life； they'd all hopped away as soon as the body cooled。
Gaborn put on the jerkin； pulled on the ring mail and the surcoatall just a bit too large for him。 A small shield lay by Torin's right handa target of wood； covered with a thin layer of brass； then painted dark blue。 The lower edge of the shield was filed； so that if one slashed with that edge； it could slice a man's throat like a knife。 Usually only a man with an endowment of metabolism kept such a small shield。 Thrust quickly； it doubled as a weapon。 Gaborn took the shield。
〃What of Raj Ahten？〃 Borenson asked。 〃I can see that he is on the move； but will he go to Longmont？〃
Gaborn said； 〃As Father hoped； he'll march within the hour。〃
Borenson nodded。 The sun shone in his blue eyes； he smiled。 It was not a smile of relief。 It was a hard smile； his battle smile。 〃Tell me；〃 Borenson half…whispered； 〃where are you taking them？〃 He nodded at Iome； her idiot father。
Gaborn said。 〃Longmont。 I took the best horses in the King's stables。 We can reach the castle by nightfall。〃
Perhaps； if your charges knew how to ride； Borenson wanted to say。 Borenson licked his lips； whispered； 〃It's a long journey； and hard。 Perhaps you'd best leave Sylvarresta here； milord。〃 He spoke as if it were a friendly suggestion； tried to hide the hard edge to his voice。
〃After all the trouble I went through to get them from Raj Ahten？〃 Gaborn asked。
〃Don't play the fool with me；〃 Borenson spoke； voice rising in anger。 His face felt hot； his whole body coiled。 〃Sylvarresta has long been our friend； but now he serves the Wolf Lord。 How many endowments of wit does Sylvarresta vector to Raj Ahten？ How many endowments of glamour does the Princess vector？〃
〃It doesn't matter；〃 Gaborn said。 〃I'll not kill friends。〃
Borenson held a moment； trying to contain the rage building in him。 Can even a prince afford such generosity？ he wanted to shout。 Yet he dared not give that insult。 He reasoned instead。 〃They're friends no longer。 They serve Raj Ahten。〃
Gaborn said； 〃They may serve as vectors； but they chose to live； so that by living； they can serve their own people。〃
〃By letting Raj Ahten destroy Mystarria？ Don't delude yourself。 They serve your enemy； milord。 Your enemy； and your father's and Mystarria'sand my enemies！ It is a passive servicetruebut they serve him no less than if they were warriors。〃
Oh； how Borenson sometimes envied themthe Dedicates who lived like fat cattle on their lord's wealth； pampered。
Certainly Gaborn must see that Borenson served his lord no less fully； gave his all； night and day。 Borenson sweated and bled and suffered。 He'd taken an endowment of metabolism； so that he aged two years for every other man's one。 Though he was but twenty years old chronologically； little older than Gaborn； the hair on his head was falling out； and streaks of gray bled into his beard。 For him； life rushed past as if he were adrift on a boat； watching the shore forever slipping by； unable to grasp anything； unable to hold on to anything。
Meanwhile； people admired Dedicates for their 〃sacrifice。〃 Borenson's own father had given an endowment of metabolism to one of the King's soldiers before Borenson was born； and had thus lain in an enchanted slumber these past twenty years。 It seemed to Borenson a cheat； the way his father stayed young； the way he suffered nothing while the man he endowed grew old and faded。 What did his father sacrifice？
No； it was men like Borenson who suffered most for their lords； not some damned Dedicate； afraid to live his life。
〃You must kill them；〃 Borenson urged。
〃I cannot；〃 Gaborn answered。
〃Then； by all the awful Powers； you'll make me do it！〃 Borenson growled。 He reached to pull his axe from its sheath； glanced toward King Sylvarresta。 Iome had heard the scrape of the axe handle against leather； jerked at the sound； staring at Borenson。
〃Hold；〃 Gaborn said softly。 〃I order you。 They are under my protection。 My sworn protection。〃
A gust of wind sent ash skittering across the ground。
〃And I'm under order to kill Raj Ahten's Dedicates。〃
〃I countermand that order；〃 Gaborn said firmly。
〃You can't！〃 Borenson said； tensing。 〃They're your father's orders； and yours cannot supersede his！ Your father has given an ordera hard one that no man could envy。 But I must carry it out。 I will serve King Orden； even if you will not！〃
Borenson did not want to argue。 He loved Gaborn as a brother。 But Borenson could not see how he could ever be faithful to House Orden if the Prince and the King did not agree on this issue。
In the distance； toward Castle Sylvarresta； the high call of Southern battle trumpets soundedRaj Ahten marshaling his troops。 Borenson's heart pounded。 His men were supposed to delay the army； and even now were racing to Boar's Ford； where they would do little good。
Borenson shoved his axe back into its sheath； drew his own horn； sounded two long blasts； two short。 The call to prepare arms。 Raj Ahten's troops would not hurry to Longmont if they had to watch for an ambush every moment。 Almost； Borenson wished his troops were still here； that he had the men to fight。
Borenson felt exposed at the edge of the woods。 Gaborn took the helm off dead Torin； put it on his own head。
Gaborn looked up。 〃Listen； Borenson： If we have forty thousand forcibles； my father has no need to kill his friends。 He can slay Raj Ahten； then place Sylvarresta back on the throne where he belongs。〃
〃That is a frightening if〃 Borenson said。 〃Can we risk it？ What if Raj Ahten kills your father？ By sparing Sylvarresta； you may consign your father to death。〃
Gaborn's face paled。 Certainly the boy had seen this danger。 Certainly he knew the stakes in this bat
