grrm.astormofswords-第156章

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　tent；　and　sit　there　in　the　silence。
　In　the　days　that　followed；　Robb　was　everywhere　and　anywhere；　riding　at　the　head　of　the　van　with　the　Greatjon；　scouting　with　Grey　Wind；　racing　back　to　Robin　Flint　and　the　rearguard。　Men　said　proudly　that　the　Young　Wolf　was　the　first　to　rise　each　dawn　and　the　last　to　sleep　at　night；　but　Catelyn　wondered　whether　he　was　sleeping　at　all。　He　grows　as　lean　and　hungry　as　his　direwolf。
　〃My　lady；〃　Maege　Mormont　said　to　her　one　morning　as　they　rode　through　a　steady　rain；　〃you　seem　so　somber。　Is　aught　amiss？〃
　My　lord　husband　is　dead；　as　is　my　father。　Two　of　my　sons　have　been　murdered；　my　daughter　has　been　given　to　a　faithless　dwarf　to　bear　his　vile　children；　my　other　daughter　is　vanished　and　likely　dead；　and　my　last　son　and　my　only　brother　are　both　angry　with　me。　What　could　possibly　be　amiss？　That　was　more　truth　than　Lady　Maege　would　wish　to　hear；　however。　〃This　is　an　evil　rain；〃　she　said　instead。　〃We　have　suffered　much；　and　there　is　more　peril　and　more　grief　ahead。　We　need　to　face　it　boldly；　with　homs　blowing　and　banners　flying　bravely。　But　this　rain　beats　us　down。　The　banners　hang　limp　and　sodden；　and　the　men　huddle　under　their　cloaks　and　scarcely　speak　to　one　another。　Only　an　evil　rain　would　chill　our　hearts　when　most　we　need　them　to　burn　hot。〃
　Dacey　Mormont　looked　up　at　the　sky。　〃I　would　sooner　have　water　raining　down　on　me　than　arrows。〃
　Catelyn　smiled　despite　herself。　〃You　are　braver　than　I　am；　I　fear。　Are　all　your　Bear　Island　women　such　warriors？〃
　〃She…bears；　aye；〃　said　Lady　Maege。　〃We　have　needed　to　be。　In　olden　days　the　ironmen　would　e　raiding　in　their　longboats；　or　wildlings　from　the　Frozen　Shore。　The　men　would　be　off　fishing；　like　as　not。　The　wives　they　left　behind　had　to　defend　themselves　and　their　children；　or　else　be　carried　off。〃
　〃There's　a　carving　on　our　gate；〃　said　Dacey。　〃A　woman　in　a　bearskin；　with　a　child　in　one　arm　suckling　at　her　breast。　In　the　other　hand　she　holds　a　battleaxe。　She's　no　proper　lady；　that　one；　but　I　always　loved　her。〃
　〃My　nephew　Jorah　brought　home　a　proper　lady　once；〃　said　Lady　Maege。　〃He　won　her　in　a　tourney。　How　she　hated　that　carving。〃
　〃Aye；　and　all　the　rest；〃　said　Dacey。　〃She　had　hair　like　spun　gold；　that　Lynesse。　Skin　like　cream。　But　her　soft　hands　were　never　made　for　axes。〃
　〃Nor　her　teats　for　giving　suck；〃　her　mother　said　bluntly。
　Catelyn　knew　of　whom　they　spoke；　Jorah　Mormont　had　brought　his　second　wife　to　Winterfell　for　feasts；　and　once　they　had　guested　for　a　fortnight。　She　remembered　how　young　the　Lady　Lynesse　had　been；　how　fair；　and　how　unhappy。　One　night；　after　several　cups　of　wine；　she　had　confessed　to　Catelyn　that　the　north　was　no　place　for　a　Hightower　of　Oldtown。　〃There　was　a　Tully　of　Riverrun　who　felt　the　same　once；〃　she　had　answered　gently；　trying　to　console；　〃but　in　time　she　found　much　here　she　could　love。〃
　All　lost　now；　she　reflected。　Winterfell　and　Ned；　Bran　and　Rickon；　Sansa；　Arya；　all　gone。　Only　Robb　remains。　Had　there　been　too　much　of　Lynesse　Hightower　in　her　after　all；　and　too　little　of　the　Starks？　Would　that　I　had　known　how　to　wield　an　axe；　perhaps　I　might　have　been　able　to　protect　them　better。
　Day　followed　day；　and　still　the　rain　kept　falling。　All　the　way　up　the　Blue　Fork　they　rode；　past　Sevenstrearns　where　the　river　unraveled　into　a　confusion　of　rills　and　brooks；　then　through　Hag's　Mire；　where　glistening　green　pools　waited　to　swallow　the　unwary　and　the　soft　ground　sucked　at　the　hooves　of　their　horses　like　a　hungry　babe　at　its　mother's　breast。　The　going　was　worse　than　slow。　Half　the　wayns　had　to　be　abandoned　to　the　muck；　their　loads　distributed　amongst　mules　and　draft　horses。
　Lord　Jason　Mallister　caught　up　with　them　amidst　the　bogs　of　Hag's　Mire。　There　was　more　than　an　hour　of　daylight　remaining　when　he　rode　up　with　his　column；　but　Robb　called　a　halt　at　once；　and　Ser　Raynald　Westerling　came　to　escort　Catelyn　to　the　king's　tent。　She　found　her　son　seated　beside　a　brazier；　a　map　across　his　lap。　Grey　Wind　slept　at　his　feet。　The　Greatjon　was　with　him；　along　with　Galbart　Glover；　Maege　Mormont；　Edmure；　and　a　man　that　Catelyn　did　not　know；　a　fleshy　balding　man　with　a　cringing　look　to　him。　No　lordling；　this　one；　she　knew　the　moment　she　laid　eyes　on　the　stranger。　Not　even　a　warrior。
　Jason　Mallister　rose　to　offer　Catelyn　his　seat。　His　hair　had　almost　as　much　white　in　it　as　brown；　but　the　Lord　of　Seagard　was　still　a　handsome　man；　tall　and　lean；　with　a　chiseled　clean…shaven　face；　high　cheekbones；　and　fierce　blue…grey　eyes。　〃Lady　Stark；　it　is　ever　a　pleasure。　I　bring　good　tidings；　I　hope。〃
　〃We　are　in　sore　need　of　some；　my　lord。〃　She　sat；　listening　to　the　rain　patter　down　noisily　against　the　canvas　overhead。
　Robb　waited　for　Ser　Raynald　to　close　the　tent　flap。　〃The　gods　have　heard　our　prayers；　my　lords。　Lord　Jason　has　brought　us　the　captain　of　the　Myraham；　a　merchanter　out　of　Oldtown。　Captain；　tell　them　what　you　told　me。〃
　〃Aye；　Your　Grace。〃　He　licked　his　thick　lips　nervously。　〃My　last　port　of　call　afore　Seagard；　that　was　Lordsport　on　Pyke。　The　ironmen　kept　me　there　more'n　half　a　year；　they　did。　King　Balon's　mand。　Only；　well；　the　long　and　the　short　of　it　is；　he's　dead。〃
　〃Balon　Greyjoy？〃　Catelyn's　heart　skipped　a　beat。　〃You　are　telling　us　that　Balon　Greyjoy　is　dead？〃
　The　shabby　little　captain　nodded。　〃You　know　how　Pyke's　built　on　a　headland；　and　part　on　rocks　and　islands　off　the　shore；　with　bridges　between？　The　way　I　heard　it　in　Lordsport；　there　was　a　blow　ing　in　from　the　west；　rain　and　thunder；　and　old　King　Balon　was　crossing　one　of　them　bridges　when　the　wind　got　hold　of　it　and　just　tore　the　thing　to　pieces。　He　washed　up　two　days　later；　all　bloated　and　broken。　Crabs　ate　his　eyes；　I　hear。〃
　The　Greatjon　laughed。　〃King　crabs；　I　hope；　to　sup　upon　such　royal　jelly；　eh？〃
　The　captain　bobbed　his　head。　〃Aye；　but　that's　not　all　of　it；　no！〃　He　leaned　forward。　〃The　brother's　back。〃
　〃Victarion？〃　asked　Galbart　Glover；　surprised。
　〃Euron。　Crow's　Eye；　they　call　him；　as　black　a　pirate　as　ever　raised　a　sail。　He's　been　gone　for　years；　but　Lord　Balon　was　no　sooner　cold　than　there　he　was；　sailing　into　Lordsport　in　his　Silence。　Black　sails　and　a　red　hull；　and　crewed　by　mutes。　He'd　been　to　Asshai　and　back；　I　heard。　Wherever　he　was；　though；　he's　home　now；　and　he　marched　right　into　Pyke　and　sat　his　arse　in　the　Seastone　Chair；　and　drowned　Lord　Botley　in　a　cask　of　seawater　when　he　objected。　That　was　when　I　ran　back　to　Myraham　and　slipped　anchor；　hoping　I　could　get　away　whilst　things　were　confused。　And　so　I　did；　and　here　I　am。〃
　〃Captain；〃　said　Robb　when　the　man　was　done；　〃you　have　my　thanks；　and　you　will　not　go　unrewarded。　Lord　Jason　will　take　you　back　to　your　ship　when　we　are　done。　Pray　wait　outside。〃
　〃That　I　will；　Your　Grace。　That　I　will。〃
　No　sooner　had　he　left　the　king's　pavilion　than　the　Greatjon　began　to　laugh；　but　Robb　silenced　him　with　a　look。　〃Euron　Greyjoy　is　no　man's　notion　of　a　king；　if　half　of　what　Theon　said　of　him　was　true。　Theon　is　the　rightful　heir；　unless　he's　dead　。　。　。　but　Victarion　mands　the　Iron　Fleet。　I　can't　believe　he　would　remain　at　Moat　Cailin　while　Euron　Crow's　Eye　holds　the　Seastone　Chair。　He　has　to　go　back。〃
　〃There's　a　daughter　as　well；〃　Galbart　Glover　reminded　him。　〃The　one　who　holds　Deepwood　Motte；　and　Robett's　wife　and　child。〃
　〃If　she　stays　at　Deepwood　Motte　that's　all　she　can　hope　to　hold；〃　said　Robb。　〃What's　true　for　the　brothers　is　even　more　true　for　her。　She　will　need　to　sail　home　to　oust　Euron　and　press　her　own　claim。〃　Her　son　turned　to　Lord　Jason　Mallister。　〃You　have　a　fleet　at　Seagard？〃
　〃A　fleet；　Your　Grace？　Half　a　dozen　longships　and　two　war　galleys。　Enough　to　defend　my　own　shores　against　raiders；　but　I　could　not　hope　to　meet　the　Iron　Fleet　in　battle。〃
　〃Nor　would　I　ask　it　of　you。　The　ironborn　will　be　setting　sail　toward　Pyke；　I　expect。　Theon　told　me　how　his　people　think。　Every　captain　a　king　on　his　own　deck。　They　will　all　want　a　voice　in　the　succession。　My　lord；　I　need　two　of　your　longships　to　sail　around　the　Cape　of　Eagles　and　up　the　Neck　to　Greywater　Watch。〃
　Lord　Jason　hesitated。　〃A　dozen　streams　drain　the　wetwood；　all　shallow；　silty；　and　uncharted。　I　would　not　even　call　them　rivers。　The　channels　are　ever　drifting　and　changing。　There　are　endless　sandbars；　dea