ggk.thelionsofal-rassan-第84章
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
He thought about it。 〃I would never speak for all men。 For some the sweet excitement is enough。 The blood。 Some do kill for the love of it。 You met some of that sort at Orvilla。 But I'd wager 。。。 I'd wager that if you asked Ammar ibn Khairan he would tell you he is here in this city because he hopes to govern Cartada for King Badir before summer's end。〃
Jehane stood up abruptly。 She resumed walking； thinking hard now。 Rodrigo collected his small package and caught up； falling into stride beside her。 They walked in silence past all the warehouses until they came to the end of a long pier and stood above the blue water。 The fishing boats were being decorated for Carnival。 There were lanterns and banners in the riggings and on the masts。 The sun was overhead now； few people were about in the middle of the day。
〃You can't both win those things； can you？〃 she said finally。 〃You and Ammar。 Or not for long。 Ramiro can't conquer Fezana and hold it if Badir takes Cartada and holds it。〃
〃They could； I suppose。 But no； I don't think both things will happen。 And certainly not if I stay here。〃
He was not a vain man； but he knew his own worth。 She looked up at him。 He was gazing out at the water。
〃You do have a problem； don't you？〃
〃As I told you；〃 he said quietly。 〃There will be armies moving soon； and I don't know what will be the result。 Also； you may have forgotten； but there is another set of players。〃
〃No； I haven't；〃 said Jehane。 〃I never forget about them。〃 Out on the lake one late boat was turning now； white sails bright in the sun； heading back to harbor with the morning's catch。 〃Will the Muwardis allow your people to begin conquering in Al…Rassan？〃
〃Re…conquering； we say。 But no； I doubt they will；〃 said Rodrigo Belmonte。
〃Will they e too； then？ This summer？〃
〃Possibly。 If the northern kings do。〃
They watched the gulls swoop and dart above the water。 White clouds； swift as birds； raced by overhead。
Jehane looked at the man she was with。
〃This summer ends something then； doesn't it？〃
〃We could say that every year each season ends something。〃
〃We could say that。 Are you going to？〃
He shook his head。 〃No。 I have felt for some time we are nearing a change。 I don't know what it will be。 But it is ing； I think。〃 He paused。 〃Of course； I have been wrong about such things。〃
〃Often？〃
He grinned。 〃Not very； Jehane。〃
〃Thank you for your honesty。〃
He continued to look at her。 The direct gaze。 〃Pure self…protection； doctor。 I dare not dissemble with you。 You may have to bleed me one day。 Or cut off a leg。〃
She realized that she didn't like thinking about that。
〃Have you a mask for the Carnival？〃 she asked； inconsequentially。
He smiled again； crookedly。 〃Actually； I do。 Ludus and Martin； who like to think they are amusing； bought me something elaborate。 Perhaps I'll wear it； to humor them； and walk about early for a while； but I don't think I'll stay out。〃
〃Why not？ What will you do？ Sit in a blanket by the fire？〃
He lifted the small parcel he carried。 〃Write letters。 Home。〃 He hesitated。 〃To my wife。〃
〃Ah；〃 said Jehane。 〃Stern duty summons。 Even during Carnival？〃
Rodrigo colored slightly； for the first time she could ever remember； and looked away。 The last fishing boat was in now。 The sailors were unloading their catch。
〃Not duty；〃 he said。
And Jehane realized then； belatedly； something important about him。
He walked her home。 She invited him in for a midday meal； but he declined； graciously。 She ate alone； fish and fruit； prepared by the cook Velaz had hired for them。
Thoughtfully； she went to look in on her patients later in the day； and thoughtfully she came home at twilight to bathe and dress for the banquet at the palace。
Mazur had sent jewelry for her； another generous act。 It was a notoriously elegant occasion； she had learned； the king's banquet on the eve of Carnival。 Husari had presented her with her gown； crimson dyed； edged in black。 He had flatly refused payment…one argument she had lost； resoundingly。 She looked at the gown in her room。 It was exquisite。 She had never worn anything like it in her life。
The Kindath were supposed to wear blue and white only； and without ostentation。 It had been made clear； however； that for tonight…and most certainly for tomorrow…such rules were suspended in King Badir's Ragosa。 She began to dress。
Thinking about Husari； she remembered his speech of the morning。 The pompous； lofty style of a mock…scholar。 He had been jesting； he said。
But he hadn't been； or not entirely。
At certain moments； Jehane thought； in the presence of men like Husari ibn Musa or young Alvar； or Rodrigo Belmonte； it was actually possible to imagine a future for this peninsula that left room for hope。 Men and women could change； could cross boundaries； give and take； each from the other 。。。 given enough time； enough good will； intelligence。
There was a world for the making in Esperana； in Al…Rassan； one world made of the two…or perhaps； if one were to dream； made of three。 Sun； stars and the moons。
Then you remembered Orvilla； the Day of the Moat。 You looked into the eyes of the Muwardis； or paused on a street corner and heard a wadji demanding death for the foul Kindath sorcerer ben Avren； who drank the blood of Asharite infants torn from their mothers' arms。
Even the sun goes down； my lady。
Rodrigo had said that。
She had never known a man like him。 Or no； that was not quite so。 One other； met on the same terrible day last summer。 They were like a bright golden coin； those two； two sides； different images on each； one value。
Was that true？ Or did it just sound true； like the words of one of those pedagogues Husari mocked； all symmetry； no substance？
She didn't know the answer to that。 She missed Nunaya and the women outside the walls of Fezana。 She missed her own room at home。 She missed her mother。
She missed her father very much。 He would have liked to have seen her looking as she did now； she knew。 He would never see her again； never see anything again。 The man who had done that to him was dead。 Ammar ibn Khairan had killed him； and then written his lament。 Jehane had been near to tears； hearing that elegy； in the palace where they were dining again tonight； in a room with a stream running through it。
It was very hard； how many things in life you never discovered the answers to； no matter how much you tried。
Jehane stood before her seldom…used looking glass and put on Mazur's jewelry。 She stayed there； looking at herself； for a long time。
Eventually； she heard music approaching outside； and then a knocking at the door downstairs。 She heard Velaz going to answer。 Mazur had sent an escort for her； strings and wind instruments； it sounded like。 She had made him feel guilty last night； it seemed。 She ought to be amused by that。 She remained motionless another moment； staring at her image in the glass。
She didn't look like a doctor serving with a military pany。 She looked like a woman…not young with the extreme freshness of youth； but not so old； either； with quite good cheekbones and blue eyes accentuated now by paint and Mazur's lapis lazuli at ears and throat。 A court lady； about to join a glittering pany at a palace banquet。
Looking at the figure in the glass； Jehane offered her small shrug。 That； at least； she recognized。
The mask； her real disguise； lay on the table beside the glass。 That was for tomorrow。 Tonight； in the palace of King Badir； however altered she might seem； everyone would still know she was Jehane。 Whatever that meant。
Thirteen
〃Were you pleased？〃 the king of Ragosa asked his chancellor； breaking a panionable silence。
Mazur ben Avren glanced up from the cushions where he reclined。 〃I ought to be asking you that；〃 he said。
Badir smiled in his deep； low chair。 〃I am easily pleased；〃 he murmured。 〃I enjoyed the food and the pany。 The music was splendid tonight； especially the reeds。 Your new musician from Ronizza is a discovery。 Are we paying him well？〃
〃Extremely well； I'm sorry to say。 There have been other offers for his services。〃
