mck.harpistinthewind-第4章
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〃If you weren't so pig…headed； I wouldn't shout。〃
Mathom looked skeptical。 〃You even have a warrior's hard head。 What exactly were you planning to do with Deth if you had caught him？〃
There was a short silence。 Duac said simply； 〃I would have sent him to Caithnard eventually； on an armed ship； and let the Masters question him。〃
〃The College at Caithnard is hardly a court of law。〃
Duac looked at him； a rare trace of temper in his eyes。 〃Then you tell me。 What would you have done？ If it had been you instead of me here； watching Morgon。。。 watching Morgon forced to exact his own justice from a man bound to no law in the realm； who betrayed everyone in the realm； what would you have done？〃
〃Justice；〃 Mathom said softly。 Morgon looked at him； waiting for his answer。 He saw in the dark； tired eyes a distant； curious pain。 〃He is the High One's Harpist。 I would let the High One judge him。〃 〃Mathom？〃 Morgon said； wondering suddenly； imperatively； what the king was seeing。 But Mathom did not answer him。 Raederle was watching him； too； the king touched her hair lightly； but neither of them spoke。
〃Tne High One；〃 Rood said。 The warrior's harshness had left his voice； the words were a riddle； full of bitterness and despair； a plea for answer。 His eyes touched Morgon's with a familiar twist of self…mockery。 〃You heard my father。 I'm no longer even a riddler。 You'll have to answer that one； Riddle…Master。〃 〃I will；〃 he said wearily。 〃I don't seem to have any choice。〃
〃You；〃 Mathom said； 〃have stayed here far too long。〃
〃I know。 I couldn't leave。 I'll leave。。。〃 He glanced at Duac。 〃Tomorrow？ Will the ships be ready？〃 Duac nodded。 〃Bri Corbett said they'll sail on the midnight tide。 Actually； he said a great deal more when I told him what you wanted。 But he knows men who would sail even a cargo of the dead for gold。〃
〃Tomorrow；〃 Mathom murmured。 He glanced at Morgon and then at Raederle； who was staring silently at the pooling candle； her face set as for an argument。 He seemed to make his own surmises behind his black； fathomless gaze。 She lifted her eyes slowly； sensing his thoughts。
〃I am going with Morgon； and I am not asking you to marry us。 Aren't you even going to argue？〃
He shook his head； sighing。 〃Argue with Morgon。 I'm too old and tired； and all I want from either of you is that somewhere in this troubled realm you find your peace。〃
She stared at him。 Her face shook suddenly； and she reached out to him； tears burning down her face in the torchlight。 〃Oh； why were you gone so long？〃 she whispered； as he held her tightly。 〃I have needed you。〃
He talked with her and with Morgon until the candles buried themselves in their holders and the windows grew pale with dawn。 They slept most of the next day； and then； late that evening； when the world was still again； Morgon summoned his army of the dead to the docks at Anuin。
Seven trade…ships were moored under the moonlight carrying light cargoes of fine cloth and spices。 Morgon； his mind weltering with names； faces； memories out of the brains of the dead； watched the ranks slowly bee half…visible on the shadowy docks。 They were mounted； armed； silent； waiting to board。 The city was dark behind them； the black fingers of masts in the harbor rose with the swell of the tide to touch the stars and withdrew。 The gathering of the dead had been acplished in a dreamlike silence； under the eyes of Duac and Bri Corbett and the fascinated； terrified skeleton crews on the ships。 They were just ready to board when a horse thudded down the dock； breaking Morgon's concentration。 He gazed at Raederle as she dismounted； wondering why she was not still asleep； his mind struggling with her presence as he was drawn back slowly into the night of the living。 There was a single dock lamp lit near them； it gave her hair； slipping out of its jewelled pins； a luminous； fiery sheen。 He could not see her face well。
〃I'm ing with you to Hed；〃 she said。 His hand moved out of the vivid backwash of centuries to turn her face to the light。 The annoyance in it cleared his mind。
〃We discussed it；〃 he said。 〃Not on these ships full of wraiths。〃
〃You and my father discussed it。 You forgot to tell me。〃
He ran his wrist across his forehead； realizing he was sweating。 Bri Corbett was leaning over the side of the ship near them； an ear to their voices； one eye on the tide。 〃Lord；〃 he called softly； 〃if we don't leave soon； there'll be seven ships full of the dead stuck in the harbor until morning。〃
〃All right。〃 He stretched to ease the burning knots of tension in his back。 Raederle folded her arms； he caught a pin falling out of her hair。 〃It would be best if you ride up through Hel to meet me in Caithnard。〃
〃You were going to ride with me。 Not sail with wraiths to Hed。〃
〃I can't lead an army of the dead by land to Caithnard and load them there at the docks under the eye of every trader！〃
'That's not the point。 The point is： However you are going to Hed； I'm going with you。 The point is： You were going to sail straight to Hed and leave me waiting for you at Caithnard。〃
He stared at her。 〃I was not；〃 he said indignantly。
〃You would have thought of it；〃 she said tersely； 〃halfway there； leaving me safe and foresworn at Caithnard。 I have a pack on my horse； I'm ready to leave。〃
〃No。 Not a four day journey by sea with me and the dead of An。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃No。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃No。〃 His hands were clenched； shadows wedged beneath the bones of his taut face as he gazed at her。 The lamplight was exploring her face as he had explored it the past days。 Light gathered in her eyes； and he remembered that she had stared into the eyes of a skull and had outfaced dead kings。 〃No；〃 he repeated harshly。 〃I don't know what trail of power the dead will leave across the water。 I don't know。。。〃
〃You don't know what you're doing。 You don't know how safe you will be； even in Hed。〃
〃Which is why I will not take you on these ships。〃
〃Which is why I am going with you。 At least I am born to understand the sea。〃
〃And if it tears apart the wood beneath you and scatters planks and spice and the dead into the waves； what will you do？ You'll drown； because no matter what shape I take； I won't be able to save you； and then what will I do？〃
She was silent。 The dead ranked behind her seemed to be looking at him with the same distant； implacable expression。 He turned suddenly； his hands opening and closing again。 He caught the mocking eyes of one of the kings and let his mind grow still。 A name stirred shadows of memory behind the dead eyes。 The wraith moved after a moment； blurring into air and darkness； and entered the ship。
He lost all sense of time again； as he filled the seven trade…ships with the last of their cargo。 Centuries murmured through him； mingling with the slap of water and the sounds of Duac and Raederle talking in some far land。 Finally； he reached the end of names and began to see。
The dark； silent vessels were growing restless in the tide。 Ship…masters were giving subdued orders； as if they feared their voices might rouse the dead。 Men moved as quietly across the decks； among the mooring cables。 Raederle and Duac stood alone on the empty dock； silently； watching Morgon。 He went to them； feeling a salt wind that had not been there before drying the sweat on his face。
He said to Duac； 〃Thank you。 I don't know how grateful Eliard is going to be； but it's the best protection I can think of for Hed； and it will set my mind at ease。 Tell Mathom。。。 tell him。。。〃 He hesitated； groping。 Duac dropped a hand on his shoulder。
〃He knows。 Just be careful。〃
〃I will be。〃 He turned his head； met Raederle's eyes。 She did not move or speak； but she bound him wordless； lost again in memories。 He broke their silence as if he were breaking a spell。 〃I'll meet you at Caith…nard。〃 He kissed her and turned quickly。 He boarded the lead ship。 The ramp slid up behind him； Bri Corbett stood beside an open hatch。
He said worriedly as Morgon climbed down the ladde
