ggk.thelionsofal-rassan-第8章
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beautiful woman in the world。 So all the young men in Esteren agreed； though almost none of them had ever seen her。
On the morning he stood pissing against a wagon wheel in a sidecourt of Esteren's palace and overheard certain things he ought not to have heard； Alvar de Pellino was one of those who had never met the Captain's wife。 He hadn't met anyone； really。 He was less than a year in from a farm in the northwest。 He still couldn't believe they were going to let him ride with them this morning。
He heard footsteps and voices approaching from the far side of the wagon； that was not of great concern。 Some men might have to be alone to empty their bladder or bowels； they didn't last long in an army。 But then； on that very thought； Alvar's groin muscles clenched in a spasm so hard they cut off the splashing flow of his water。 He gasped； recognizing the Captain's wry tones； and then realized that the second man's voice…the one that sounded like slow honey being poured…belonged to Count Gonzalez。
With a decision to be swiftly made； Alvar de Pellino made what turned out to be the wrong one。 Panic…stricken； irrationally preoccupied with remaining unnoticed； Alvar almost injured himself holding in the last of his water and kept silent。 He hoped； fervently； that the two men were only here to exchange parting pleasantries。
〃I could arrange to have your sons killed and your ranch burned；〃 Gonzalez de Rada said； pleasantly enough； 〃if you make any trouble about this。〃
Alvar decided that it was by far the wisest course not to breathe for a time。
〃Try it；〃 the Captain said briskly。 〃The boys could use some practice against assault； however inpetent。 But before you leave； do explain how I would be the one making trouble and not your pig of a brother。〃
〃If a de Rada chooses to go raiding in Al…Rassan； what business is it of yours； Belmonte？〃
〃Ah。 Well。 If such is the case； why bother asking me to close my eyes and pretend not to see him？〃
〃I am merely trying to save you an embarrassing…〃
〃Don't assume everyone else is a fool； de Rada。 I'm collecting tribute from Fezana for the king。 The only legitimacy to such a claim is that Ramiro has formally guaranteed the security of the city and its countryside。 Not only from brigands； or his brother in Ruenda； or the other petty…kings in Al…Rassan； but from buffoons in his own country。 If your brother wants to play at raiding games for the fun of it； he'd best not do it on my watch。 If I see him anywhere in the country around Fezana； I'll deal with him in the name of the king。 You'll be doing him a kindness if you make that clear。〃 There was nothing wry or ironic； no hint of anything but iron in the voice now。
There was a silence。 Alvar could hear Lain Nunez barking instructions over by the horses。 He sounded angry。 He often did。 It became necessary； despite all his best efforts； to breathe。 Alvar did so as quietly as he could。
〃Doesn't it cause you some concern；〃 Gonzalez de Rada said in a deceptively grave； an almost gentle tone； 〃to be riding off into infidel lands after speaking so rashly to the constable of Valledo； leaving your poor wife alone on a ranch with children and ranch hands？〃
〃In a word；〃 said the Captain； 〃no。 For one thing； you value your own life too much to make a real enemy of me。 I will not be subtle about this： if any man I can trace to your authority is found within half a day's ride of my ranch I will know how to proceed and I will。 I hope you understand me。 I am speaking about killing you。 For another thing； I may have my own thoughts about our king's ascension； but I believe him to be a fair man。 What； think you； will Ramiro do when a messenger reports to him the precise words of this conversation？〃
Gonzalez de Rada sounded amused。 〃You would actually try your word against mine with the king？〃
〃Think； man；〃 the Captain said impatiently。 Alvar knew that tone already。 〃He doesn't have to believe me。 But once word of your threat does reach him…and in public； I promise you…what can the king do should any harm befall my family？〃
There was a silence again。 When de Rada next spoke the amusement was gone。 〃You would really tell him about this？ Unwise。 You might force my hand； Belmonte。〃
〃As you have now forced mine。 Consider an alternative； I beg of you。 Act the part of an older； wiser brother。 Tell that bullying man…child Garcia that his games cannot be allowed to promise the king's laws and diplomacy。 Is that really too much authority to ask of the constable of Valledo？〃
Another silence； a longer one this time。 Then； carefully； 〃I will do what I can to keep him from crossing your path。〃
〃And I will do what I can to make him regret it if he does。 If he fails to respect his older brother's words。〃 Rodrigo's voice betrayed neither triumph nor concession。
〃You will not report this to the king now？〃
〃I will have to think on that。 Fortunately I do have a witness should I have need。〃 With no more warning than that he raised his voice。 〃Alvar； finish doing what you have to； in the god's name； you've been at it long enough to flood the yard。 e let me present you to the constable。〃
Alvar； feeling his heart suddenly lodged considerably higher than it was wont to be found； discovered that he had gone dry as the desert sands。 He fumbled to button his trousers and stepped gingerly out from behind the wagon。 Crimson with embarrassment and apprehension； he discovered that Count Gonzalez's features were no less flushed…though what he read in the deep…set brown eyes was rage。
Rodrigo's voice was bland； as if he was oblivious to the feelings of either of them。 〃My lord count； please accept the salute of one of my pany for this ride； Pellino de Damon's son。 Alvar； make a bow to the constable。〃
Confused； horribly shaken； Alvar followed instructions。 Gonzalez de Rada nodded curtly at his salute。 The count's expression was bleak as winter in the north when the winds came down。 He said； 〃I believe I know of your father。 He held a fort in the southwest for King Sancho； did he not？〃
〃Marana Guard； yes； my lord。 I am honored you are so good as to call him to mind。〃 Alvar was surprised his voice was working well enough to manage this。 He kept his gaze lowered。
〃And where is your father now？〃
An innocuous question； a polite one； but Alvar； after what he'd heard from the far side of the wagon； seemed to catch a feathery hint of danger。 He had no choice； though。 This was the constable of Valledo。
〃He was allowed to retire from the army； my lord； after suffering an injury in an Asharite raid。 We have a farm now； in the north。〃
Gonzalez de Rada was silent a long moment。 At length he cleared his throat and said； 〃He was； if memory serves； a man famous for his discretion； your father。〃
〃And for loyal service to his leaders；〃 the Captain interjected briskly； before Alvar could say anything to that。 〃Alvar； best mount up before Lain blisters you raw for delaying us。〃
Gratefully； Alvar hastily bowed to both men and hurried off to the other side of the yard where horses and soldiers awaited； in a simpler world by far than the one into which he'd stumbled by the wagon。
Late in the morning of that same day； Ser Rodrigo Belmonte had dropped back from his position near the front of the column and signalled Alvar with a motion of his head to join him。
His heart pounding with the apprehension of disaster； Alvar followed his Captain to a position off one flank of the party。 They were passing through the Vargas Hills； some of the most beautiful country in Valledo。
〃Lain was born in a village beyond that western range；〃 the Captain began conversationally。 〃Or so he says。 I tell him it's a lie。 That he was hatched from an egg in a swamp； as bald at birth as he is today。〃
Alvar was too nervous to laugh。 He managed a feeble grin。 It was the first time he'd ever been alone with Ser Rodrigo。 The slandered Lain Nunez was up ahead； rasping orders again。 They would be taking their midday break soon。
The Captain went on； in the same mild voice； 〃I heard of a man in Al…Rassan years ago who was afraid to leave the khalif's banquet table to take a piss。 He held it
