grrm.astormofswords-第133章

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or　beekeeper　and　his　wife；　thinking　they　were　mine；　and　let　it　be　known　far　and　wide　that　he　would　hang　them　both　unless　I　gave　myself　up　to　him。　When　I　did　he　hanged　them　anyway；　and　me　on　the　gibbet　between　them。〃　He　lifted　a　finger　to　the　raw　red　pit　of　his　eye。　〃Here　is　where　the　Mountain　thrust　his　dirk　through　my　visor。〃　A　weary　smile　brushed　his　lips。　〃That's　thrice　I　have　died　at　the　hands　of　House　Clegane。　You　would　think　that　I　might　have　learned　。　。　。〃
　It　was　a　jest；　Arya　knew；　but　Thoros　did　not　laugh。　He　put　a　hand　on　Lord　Beric's　shoulder。　〃Best　not　to　dwell　on　it。〃
　〃Can　I　dwell　on　what　I　scarce　remember？　I　held　a　castle　on　the　Marches　once；　and　there　was　a　woman　I　was　pledged　to　marry；　but　I　could　not　find　that　castle　today；　nor　tell　you　the　color　of　that　woman's　hair。　Who　knighted　me；　old　friend？　What　were　my　favorite　foods？　It　all　fades。　Sometimes　I　think　I　was　born　on　the　bloody　grass　in　that　grove　of　ash；　with　the　taste　of　fire　in　my　mouth　and　a　hole　in　my　chest。　Are　you　my　mother；　Thoros？〃
　Arya　stared　at　the　Myrish　priest；　all　shaggy　hair　and　pink　rags　and　bits　of　old　armor。　Grey　stubble　covered　his　cheeks　and　the　sagging　skin　beneath　his　chin。　He　did　not　look　much　like　the　wizards　in　Old　Nan's　stories；　but　even　so　。　。　。
　〃Could　you　bring　back　a　man　without　a　head？〃　Arya　asked。　〃Just　the　once；　not　six　times。　Could　you？〃
　〃I　have　no　magic；　child。　Only　prayers。　That　first　time；　his　lordship　had　a　hole　right　through　him　and　blood　in　his　mouth；　I　knew　there　was　no　hope。　So　when　his　poor　torn　chest　stopped　moving；　I　gave　him　the　good　god's　own　kiss　to　send　him　on　his　way。　I　filled　my　mouth　with　fire　and　breathed　the　flames　inside　him；　down　his　throat　to　lungs　and　heart　and　soul。　The　last　kiss　it　is　called；　and　many　a　time　I　saw　the　old　priests　bestow　it　on　the　Lord's　servants　as　they　died。　I　had　given　it　a　time　or　two　myself；　as　all　priests　must。　But　never　before　had　I　felt　a　dead　man　shudder　as　the　fire　filled　him；　nor　seen　his　eyes　e　open。　It　was　not　me　who　raised　him；　my　lady。　It　was　the　Lord。　R'hllor　is　not　done　with　him　yet。　Life　is　warmth；　and　warmth　is　fire；　and　fire　is　God's　and　God's　alone。〃
　Arya　felt　tears　well　in　her　eyes。　Thoros　used　a　lot　of　words；　but　all　they　meant　was　no；　that　much　she　understood。
　〃Your　father　was　a　good　man；〃　Lord　Beric　said。　〃Harwin　has　told　me　much　of　him。　For　his　sake；　I　would　gladly　forgo　your　ransom；　but　we　need　the　gold　too　desperately。〃
　She　chewed　her　lip。　That's　true；　I　guess。　He　had　given　the　Hound's　gold　to　Greenbeard　and　the　Huntsman　to　buy　provisions　south　of　the　Mander；　she　knew。　〃The　last　harvest　burned；　this　one　is　drowning；　and　winter　will　soon　be　on　us；〃　she　had　heard　him　say　when　he　sent　them　off。　〃The　smallfolk　need　grain　and　seed；　and　we　need　blades　and　horses。　Too　many　of　my　men　ride　rounseys；　drays；　and　mules　against　foes　mounted　on　coursers　and　destriers。〃
　Arya　didn't　know　how　much　Robb　would　pay　for　her；　though。　He　was　a　king　now；　not　the　boy　she'd　left　at　Winterfell　with　snow　melting　in　his　hair。　And　if　he　knew　the　things　she'd　done；　the　stableboy　and　the　guard　at　Harrenhal　and　all　〃What　if　my　brother　doesn't　want　to　ransom　me？〃
　〃Why　would　you　think　that？〃　asked　Lord　Beric。
　〃Well；〃　Arya　said；　〃my　hair's　messy　and　my　nails　are　dirty　and　my　feet　are　all　hard。〃　Robb　wouldn't　care　about　that；　probably；　but　her　mother　would。　Lady　Catelyn　always　wanted　her　to　be　like　Sansa；　to　sing　and　dance　and　sew　and　mind　her　courtesies。　just　thinking　of　it　made　Arya　try　to　b　her　hair　with　her　fingers；　but　it　was　all　tangles　and　mats；　and　all　she　did　was　tear　some　out。　〃I　ruined　that　gown　that　Lady　Smallwood　gave　me；　and　I　don't　sew　so　good。〃　She　chewed　her　lip。　〃I　don't　sew　very　well；　I　mean。　Septa　Mordane　used　to　say　I　had　a　blacksmith's　hands。〃
　Gendry　hooted。　〃Those　soft　little　things？〃　he　called　out。　〃You　couldn't　even　hold　a　hammer。〃
　〃I　could　if　I　wanted！〃　she　snapped　at　him。
　Thoros　chuckled。　〃Your　brother　will　pay；　child。　Have　no　fear　on　that　count。〃
　〃Yes；　but　what　if　he　won't？〃　she　insisted。
　Lord　Beric　sighed。　〃Then　I　will　send　you　to　Lady　Smallwood　for　a　time；　or　perhaps　to　mine　own　castle　of　Blackhaven。　But　that　will　not　be　necessary；　I'm　certain。　I　do　not　have　the　power　to　give　you　back　your　father；　no　more　than　Thoros　does；　but　I　can　at　least　see　that　you　are　returned　safely　to　your　mother's　arms。〃
　〃Do　you　swear？〃　she　asked　him。　Yoren　had　promised　to　take　her　home　too；　only　he'd　gotten　killed　instead。
　〃On　my　honor　as　a　knight；〃　the　lightning　lord　said　solemnly。
　It　was　raining　when　Lem　returned　to　the　brewhouse；　muttering　curses　as　water　ran　off　his　yellow　cloak　to　puddle　on　the　floor。　Anguy　and　Jack…Be…Lucky　sat　by　the　door　rolling　dice；　but　no　matter　which　game　they　played　one…eyed　Jack　had　no　luck　at　all。　Tom　Sevenstrings　replaced　a　string　on　his　woodharp；　and　sang　〃The　Mother's　Tears；〃　〃When　Willum's　Wife　Was　Wet；〃　〃Lord　Harte　Rode　Out　on　a　Rainy　Day；〃　and　then　〃The　Rains　of　Castamere。〃
　
　And　who　are　you；　the　proud　lord　said；　that　I　must　bow　so　low？
　Only　a　cat　of　a　different　coat；　that's　all　the　truth　I　know
　In　a　coat　of　gold　or　a　coat　of　red；　a　lion　still　has　claws；
　And　mine　are　long　and　sharp；　my　lord；　as　long　and　sharp　as　yours。
　And　so　he　spoke；　and　so　he　spoke；　that　lord　of　Castamere；
　But　now　the　rains　weep　o'er　his　hall；　with　no　one　there　to　hear。
　Yes　now　the　rains　weep　o'er　his　hall；　and　not　a　soul　to　hear。
　
　Finally　Tom　ran　out　of　rain　songs　and　put　away　his　harp。　Then　there　was　only　the　sound　of　the　rain　itself　beating　down　on　the　slate　roof　of　the　brewhouse。　The　dice　game　ended；　and　Arya　stood　on　one　leg　and　then　the　other　listening　to　Merrit　plain　about　his　horse　throwing　a　shoe。
　〃I　could　shoe　him　for　you；〃　said　Gendry；　all　of　a　sudden。　〃I　was　only　a　'prentice；　but　my　master　said　my　hand　was　made　to　hold　a　hammer。　I　can　shoe　horses；　close　up　rents　in　mail；　and　beat　the　dents　from　plate。　I　bet　I　could　make　swords　too。〃
　〃What　are　you　saying；　lad？〃　asked　Harwin。
　〃I'll　smith　for　you。〃　Gendry　went　to　one　knee　before　Lord　Beric。　〃If　you'll　have　me；　m'lord；　I　could　be　of　use。　I've　made　tools　and　knives　and　once　I　made　a　helmet　that　wasn't　so　bad。　One　of　the　Mountain's　men　stole　it　from　me　when　we　was　taken。〃
　Arya　bit　her　lip。　He　means　to　leave　me　too。
　〃You　would　do　better　serving　Lord　Tully　at　Riverrun；〃　said　Lord　Beric。　〃I　cannot　pay　for　your　work。〃
　〃No　one　ever　did。　I　want　a　forge；　and　food　to　eat；　some　place　I　can　sleep。　That's　enough；　m'lord。〃
　〃A　smith　can　find　a　wele　most　anywhere。　A　skilled　armorer　even　more　so。　Why　would　you　choose　to　stay　with　us？〃
　Arya　watched　Gendry　screw　up　his　stupid　face；　thinking。　〃At　the　hollow　hill；　what　you　said　about　being　King　Robert's　men；　and　brothers；　I　liked　that。　I　liked　that　you　gave　the　Hound　a　trial。　Lord　Bolton　just　hanged　folk　or　took　off　their　heads；　and　Lord　Tywin　and　Ser　Amory　were　the　same。　I'd　sooner　smith　for　you。〃
　〃We　got　plenty　of　mail　needs　mending；　m'lord；〃　Jack　reminded　Lord　Beric。　〃Most　we　took　off　the　dead；　and　there's　holes　where　the　death　came　through。〃
　〃You　must　be　a　lackwit；　boy；〃　said　Lem。　〃We're　outlaws。　Lowborn　scum；　most　of　us；　excepting　his　lordship。　Don't　think　it'll　be　like　Tom's　fool　songs　neither。　You　won't　be　stealing　no　kisses　from　a　princess；　nor　riding　in　no　tourneys　in　stolen　armor。　You　join　us；　you'll　end　with　your　neck　in　a　noose；　or　your　head　mounted　up　above　some　castle　gate。〃
　〃It's　no　more　than　they'd　do　for　you；〃　said　Gendry。
　〃Aye；　that's　so；〃　said　Jack…Be…Lucky　cheerfully。　〃The　crows　await　us　all；　M'lord；　the　boy　seems　brave　enough；　and　we　do　have　need　of　what　he　brings　us。　Take　him；　says　Jack。〃
　〃And　quick；〃　suggested　Harwin；　chuckling；　〃before　the　fever　passes　and　he　es　back　to　his　senses。〃
　A　wan　smile　crossed　Lord　Beric's　lips。　〃Thoros；　my　sword。〃
　This　time　the　lightning　lord　did　not　set　the　blade　afire；　but　merely　laid　it　light　on　Gendry's　shoulder。　〃Gendry；　do　you　swear　before　the　eyes　of　gods　and　men　to　defend　those　who　cannot　defend　themselves；　to　protect　all　women　and　children；　to　obey　your　captains；　your　liege　lord；　and　your　king；　to　fight　bravely　when　needed　and　do　such　other　tasks　as　are　laid　upon　you；　however　hard　or　humble　or　dangerous　they　may