mck.harpistinthewind-第42章
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s。 Har； entering； brought bun out of himself。 Their eyes met across the fire in a peaceful； wordless recognition。 Then Har sat down； and Morgon straightened； shifting logs with his hands until the drowsing fire woke。
〃I have e；〃 Har said softly； 〃for what you owe me。〃
〃I owe you everything。〃 He waited。 The fire slowly blurred in front of him； he was lost to himself again； this time among his own memories。
The king worked through them a little randomly； not sure what he would find。 Very early in his exploring； he loosed Morgan in utter astonishment。 〃You struck an old； blind wizard？〃 〃Yes。 I couldn't kill him。〃
The king's eyes blazed with a glacial light。 He seemed about to speak； instead he caught the thread of Morgon's memories again。 He wove backwards and forwards； from Trader's Road to Lungold and Erlenstar Mountain； and the weeks Morgon had spent in the wastes； harping to the winds。 He watched the harpist die； he listened to Yrth speaking to Morgon and to Danan in Isig； he listened to Raederle giving Morgon a riddle that drew him back out of the dead land； once again among the living。 Then； he loosed Morgon abruptly and prowled the chamber like a wolf。 〃Deth。〃
The name chilled Morgon unexpectedly； as though Har had turned the impossible into truth with a word。 The king paced to his side and stopped moving finally。 He stared down into the fire。 Morgon dropped his face against his forearms wearily。
〃I don't know what to do。 He holds more power than anyone else in this realm。 You felt that mind…hold。。。〃
〃He has always held your mind。〃
〃I know。 And I can't fight him。 I can't。 You saw how he drew me on Trader's Road。。。 with nothing。 With a harp he could barely play。 I went to him。。。 At Anuin I couldn't kill him。 I didn't even want to。 More than anything； I wanted a reason not to。 He gave me one。 I thought he had walked out of my life forever； since I left him no place in the realm to harp。 I left him one place。 He harped to me。 He betrayed me again； and I saw him die。 But he didn't die。 He only replaced one mask with another。 He made the sword I nearly killed him with。 He threw me to Ghisteslwchlohm like a bone； and he rescued me from Earth…Masters on the same day。 I don't understand him。 I can't challenge him。 I have no proof； and he would twist his way out of any accusation。 His power frightens me。 I don't know what he is。 He gives me silence like the silence out of trees。。。〃 His voice trailed away。 He found himself listening to Har's silence。
He raised his head。 The king was still gazing into the fire； but it seemed to Morgon that he was watchnig it from the distance of many centuries。 He was very still； he did not seem to be breathing。 His face looked harsher than Morgon had ever seen it； as if the lines had been riven into it by the icy； merciless winds that scarred his land。
〃Morgon；〃 he whispered； 〃be careful。〃 It was； Morgon realized slowly； not a warning but a plea。 The king dropped to his haunches； held Morgon's shoulders very gently； as if he were grasping something elusive； intangible； that was beginning to shape itself under his hands。
〃Har。〃
The king shook away his question。 He held Morgon's eyes with an odd intensity； gazing through him into the heart of his confusion。 〃Let the harpist name himself。。。〃
XV
THE WOLF…KING GAVE HIM NO MORE ANSWERS than that。 Something else lay hidden behind Har's eyes that he would not speak of。 Morgon sensed it in him and so did Yrth； who asked； the evening before they left Yrye； 〃Har； what are you thinking？ I can hear something beneath all your words。〃
They were sitting beside the fire。 The winds were whistling across the roof； dragging shreds of smoke up through the opening。 Har looked at the wizard across the flames。 His face was still honed hard； ancient； by whatever he had seen。 But his voice； when he spoke to the wizard； held only its familiar； dry affection。
〃It's nothing for you to concern yourself about。〃
〃Why can't I believe that？〃 Yrth murmured。 〃Here in this hall； where you have riddled your way through centuries to truth？〃
〃Trust me；〃 Har said。 The wizard's eyes sought toward him through their private darkness。
〃You're going to Ymris。〃
〃No；〃 Morgon said abruptly。 He had stopped fighting Yrth； he trod warily in the wizard's presence； as in the presence of some powerful； unpredictable animal。 But the wizard's words； which seemed to lie somewhere between a statement and a mand； startled a protest out of him。 〃Har； what can you do in Ymris besides get yourself killed？〃
〃I have no intention；〃 Har said； 〃of dying in Ymris。〃 He opened a palm to the fire； revealing withered crescents of power； the wordless gesture haunted Morgon。
〃Then what do you intend？〃
〃I'll give you one answer for another。〃
〃Har； this is no game！〃
〃Isn't it？ What lies at the top of a tower of winds？〃
〃I don't know。 When I know； I'll e back here and tell you。 If you'll be patient。〃
〃I have no more patience；〃 Har said。 He got up； pacing restlessly； his steps brought him to the side of the wizard's chair。 He picked up a couple of small logs and knelt to position them on the fire。 〃If you die；〃 he said； 〃it will hardly matter where I am。 Will it？〃
Morgon was silent； Yrth leaned forward； resting one hand on Har's shoulder for balance； and caught a bit of flaming kindling as it rolled toward them。 He tossed it back onto the fire。 〃It will be difficult to get through to Wind Tower。 But I think Astrin's army will make it possible。〃 He loosed Har； brushed ash from his hands； and the king rose。 Morgon； watching his grim face； swallowed arguments until there was nothing left in his mind but a fierce； private resolve。
He bade Har farewell at dawn the next day； and three crows began the long journey south to Herun。 The flight was dreary with rain。 The wizard led them with astonishing accuracy across the level rangelands of Osterland and the forests bordering the Ose。 They did not change shape again until they had crossed the Winter and the vast no…man's…land between Osterland and Ymris stretched before them。 The rains stilled finally near dusk on the third day of their journey； and with a mutual； almost wordless consent； they dropped to the ground to rest in their own shapes。
〃How；〃 Morgon asked Yrth almost before the wizard had coaxed a tangle of soaked wood into flame； 〃in Hel's name are you guiding us？ You led us straight to the Winter。 And how did you get from Isig to Hed and back in two days？〃
Yrth glanced toward his voice。 The flame caught between his hands； engulfing the wood； and he drew back。 〃Instinct；〃 he said。 〃You think too much while you fly。〃
〃Maybe。〃 He subsided beside the fire。 Raederle； breathing deeply of the moist； pine…scented air； was eying the river wistfully。
〃Morgon； would you catch a fish？ I am so hungry； and I don't want to change back into a crow…shape to eat … whatever crows eat。 If you do that； I'll look for mushrooms。〃
〃I smell apples；〃 Yrth said。 He rose； wandering toward a scent。 Morgon watched him a little incredulously。
〃I don't smell apples；〃 he murmured。 〃And I hardly think at all when I fly。〃 He rose； then stooped again to kiss Raederle。 〃Do you smell apples？〃
〃I smell fish。 And more rain。 Morgon。。。〃 She put her arm on his shoulders suddenly； keeping him down。 He watched her grope for words。
〃What？〃
〃I don't know。〃 She ran her free hand through her hair。 Her eyes were perplexed。 〃He moves across the earth like a master。。。〃
〃I know。〃
〃I keep wanting。。。 I keep wanting to trust him。 Until I remember how he hurt you。 Then I bee afraid of him； of where he is leading us； and how skillfully。。。 But I forget my fear again so easily。〃 Her fingers tugged a little absently at his lank hair。 〃Morgon。〃
〃What？〃
〃I don't know。〃 She rose abruptly； impatient with herself。 〃I don't know what I'm thinking。〃
She crossed the clearing to explore a pallid cluster of mushrooms。 Morgon went to the broad river； waded into the shallows； and stood silent
