mck.harpistinthewind-第15章
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〃What will you do in Lungold？ You can't harp。〃
〃I don't know。 Beg。〃
Morgon was silent again； looking at him。 His fingers； burrowing； found an acorn cap and flicked it into the fire。 〃You served Ghisteslwchlohm for six hundred years。 You gave me to him。 Is he that ungrateful？〃
〃No；〃 Deth said dispassionately。 〃He was suspicious。 You let me walk out of Anuin alive。〃
Morgon's hand froze among the dead leaves。 Something ran through him； then； like a faint； wild scent of a wind that had burned across the northern wastes； across the realm； to bring only the hint of its existence to the still summer night。 He let his hand move after a moment； a twig snapped between his fingers。 He added the pieces to the fire and felt his way into his questioning； as if he were beginning a riddle…game with someone whose skill he did not know。 〃Ghisteslwchlohm was in An？〃 〃He had been in the backlands； strengthening his power after you broke free of him。 He did not know where you were； but since my mind is always open to him； he found me easily； in Hel。〃
Morgon's eyes rose。 〃Are your minds still linked？〃 〃I assume so。 He no longer has any use for me； but you may be in danger。〃
〃He didn't e to Anuin looking for me。〃 〃He met me seven days after I left Anuin。 It seemed unlikely that you would still be there。〃
〃I was there。〃 He added a handful of twigs to the fire； watched them turn bright then twist and curl away from the heat。 His eyes slid suddenly to the harpist's twisted fingers。 〃What in Hel's name did he do to you？〃
〃He made a harp for me； since you destroyed mine； and I had none。〃 A light flicked through the harpist's eyes； like a memory of pain； or a distant； cold amusement。 The flame receded； and his head bent slightly； leaving his face in shadow。 He continued dispassionately； 〃The harp was of black fire。 Down the face of it were three burning； white…hot stars。〃
Morgon's throat closed。 〃You played it；〃 he whispered。
〃He instructed me to。 While I was still conscious； I felt his mind drawing out of mine memories of the events at Anuin； of the months you and I travelled together； of the years and centuries I served him； and before。。。 The harp had a strange； tormented voice； like the voices I heard in the night as I rode through Hel。〃
〃He let you live。〃
He leaned his head back against the tree； meeting Morgon's eyes。 〃He found no reason not to。〃
Morgon was silent。 The flame snapped twigs like small bones in front of him。 He felt cold suddenly； even in the warm air； and he shifted closer to the fire。 Some animal drawn from the brush turned lucent； burning eyes toward him； then blinked and vanished。 The silence around him was haunted with a thousand riddles he knew he should ask； and he knew the harpist would only answer them with other riddles。 He rested a moment in the void of the silence； cupping light in his hands。
〃Poor pay for six centuries；〃 he said at last。 〃What did you expect from him when you entered his service in the first place？〃
〃I told him that I needed a master； and no king deluded by his lies would suffice。 We suited one another。 He created an illusion； I upheld it。〃
〃That was a dangerous illusion。 He was never afraid of the High One？〃
〃What cause has the High One given him to be afraid？〃
Morgon moved a leaf in the fire with his fingers。 〃None。〃 He let his hand lay flat； burning in the heart of the flame； while memories gathered in his mind。 〃None；〃 he whispered。 The fire roared suddenly； noiselessly under his hand as his awareness of it lapsed。 He flinched away from it； tears springing into his eyes。 Through the blur； he saw the harpist's hands； knotted； flame…ridden； clinging； even in torment； to his silence。 He hunched over his own hand； swallowing curses。 〃That was careless。〃 〃Morgon； I have no water。。。〃 〃I noticed。〃 His voice was harsh with pain。 〃You have no food； you have no water； you have no power； no law or wealth； or even enough wizardry to keep yourself from getting burned。 You can hardly use the one thing you do possess。 For a man who walked away from death twice in seven days； you create a great illusion of powerlessness。〃 He drew his knees up； rested his face against them。 For a while he was quiet； not expecting the harpist to speak； and no longer caring。 The fire spoke between them； in an ancient language that needed no riddles。 He thought of Raederle and knew he should leave； but he did not move。 The harpist sat with an aged； worn stillness； the stillness of old roots or weathered stone。 The fire； loosed from Morgon's control； was dying。 He watched the light recede between the angles of his arms。 He stirred finally； lifting his head。 The flame drifted among its ashes； the harpist's face was dark。
He stood up； his burned fist cradled in his palm。 He heard the faint； dry shift of the harpist's movement and knew； somehow； that if he had stayed all night beside that fire； the harpist would have been there； silent and sleepless； at dawn。 He shook his head wordlessly over his own confusion of impulses。
〃You drag me out of my dreams with your harping； and I e and crouch like a dog in your stillness。 I wish I knew whether to trust you or kill you or run from you because you play a game more skillful and deadly than any riddler I have ever known。 Do you need food？ We can spare some。〃
It was a long time before Deth answered him； the answer itself was nearly inaudible。 〃No。〃
〃All right。〃 He lingered； both hands clenched； still hoping in spite of himself for one cracked； marrow…less bone of truth。 He turned finally； abruptly； smoke from the charred embers burning in his eyes。 He walked three steps in the dark； and the fourth into a blue fire that snapped out of nothingness around him； grew brighter and brighter； twisting through him until he cried out； falling into light。
He woke at dawn； sprawled on the ground where he had fallen； his face gritty with dirt and broken leaves。 Someone slid a foot under his shoulder； rolled him on his back。 He saw the harpist again； still sitting beneath the tree； with a circle of ash in front of him。 Then he saw who reached down to grip the throat of his tunic and pull him to his feet。
He drew breath to shout； in agony and fury； Ghisteslwchlohm's hand cut sharply across his mouth； silencing him。 He saw the harpist's eyes then； night…dark； still as the black； motionless water at the bottom of Erlenstar Mountain； and something in them challenged him； checked the bitterness in his throat。 The harpist rose with a stiff； awkward movement that told Morgon he had been sitting there all night。 He laid his harp with a curious deliberateness across the ashes of their fire。 Then he turned his head； and Morgon followed his gaze to where Raederle stood； white and silent in the eye of the rising sun。
A silent； despairing cry swelled and broke in Morgon's chest。 She heard it； she stared back at him with the same despair。 She looked dishevelled and very tired； but unharmed。
Ghisteslwchlohm said brusquely； 〃If you touch my mind； I will kill her。 Do you understand？〃 He shook Morgon roughly； pulling his gaze away from her。 〃Do you understand？〃
〃Yes；〃 Morgon said。 He attacked the Founder promptly with his hands。 A white fire slapped back at him； seared through his bones； and he slid across the ground； blinking away sweat； gripping at stones and twigs to keep sounds from breaking out of him。 Raederle had moved； he felt her arm around him； helping him to his feet
He shook bis head； trying to push her out of the way of the wizard's fire； but she only held him more tightly； and said； 〃Stop it。〃
〃Sound advice；〃 the Founder said。 〃Take it。〃 He looked weary in the sudden； hot light。 Morgon saw hollows and sharp angles worn into the mask of serenity he had assumed for centuries。 He was poorly dressed； in a rough； shapeless robe that gave his age an illusion of frailty。 It was very dusty； as if he had been walking down Trader's Road himself。
Morgon； fighting to get words beyond the fury and pain in him； said； 〃Couldn't you hear your harpist's harping； that you had to guess where
