grrm.astormofswords-第194章

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　〃Which　King　Aegon？〃　Dany　asked。　〃Five　Aegons　have　ruled　in　Westeros。〃　Her　brother's　son　would　have　been　the　sixth；　but　the　Usurper's　men　had　dashed　his　head　against　a　wall。
　〃Five；　were　there？　Well；　that's　a　confusion。　I　could　not　give　you　a　number；　my　queen。　This　old　Plumm　was　a　lord；　though；　must　have　been　a　famous　fellow　in　his　day；　the　talk　of　all　the　land。　The　thing　was；　begging　your　royal　pardon；　he　had　himself　a　cock　six　foot　long。〃
　The　three　bells　in　Dany's　braid　tinkled　when　she　laughed。　〃You　mean　inches；　I　think。〃
　〃Feet；〃　Brown　Ben　said　firmly。　〃If　it　was　inches；　who'd　want　to　talk　about　it；　now？　Your　Grace。〃
　Dany　giggled　like　a　little　girl。　〃Did　your　grandmother　claim　she'd　actually　seen　this　prodigy？〃
　〃That　the　old　crone　never　did。　She　was　half…Ibbenese　and　half…Qohorik；　never　been　to　Westeros；　my　grandfather　must　have　told　her。　Some　Dothraki　killed　him　before　I　was　born。〃
　〃And　where　did　your　grandfather's　knowledge　e　from？〃
　〃One　of　them　tales　told　at　the　teat；　I'd　guess。〃　Brown　Ben　shrugged。　〃That's　all　I　know　about　Aegon　the　Unnumbered　or　old　Lord　Plumm's　mighty　manhood；　I　fear。　I　best　see　to　my　Sons。〃
　〃Go　do　that；〃　Dany　told　him。
　When　Brown　Ben　left；　she　lay　back　on　her　cushions。　〃If　you　were　grown；〃　she　told　Drogon；　scratching　him　between　the　horns；　〃I'd　fly　you　over　the　walls　and　melt　that　harpy　down　to　slag。〃　But　it　would　be　years　before　her　dragons　were　large　enough　to　ride。　And　when　they　are；　who　shall　ride　them？　The　dragon　has　three　heads；　but　I　have　only　one。　She　thought　of　Daario。　If　ever　there　was　a　man　who　could　rape　a　woman　with　his　eyes　。　。　。
　To　be　sure；　she　was　just　as　guilty。　Dany　found　herself　stealing　looks　at　the　Tyroshi　when　her　captains　came　to　council；　and　sometimes　at　night　she　remembered　the　way　his　gold　tooth　glittered　when　he　smiled。　That；　and　his　eyes。　His　bright　blue　eyes。　On　the　road　from　Yunkai；　Daario　had　brought　her　a　flower　or　a　sprig　of　some　plant　every　evening　when　he　made　his　report　。　。　。　to　help　her　learn　the　land；　he　said。　Waspwillow；　dusky　roses；　wild　mint；　lady's　lace；　daggerleaf；　broom；　prickly　ben；　harpy's　gold　。　。　。　He　tried　to　spare　me　the　sight　of　the　dead　children　too。　He　should　not　have　done　that；　but　he　meant　it　kindly。　And　Daario　Naharis　made　her　laugh；　which　Ser　Jorah　never　did。
　Dany　tried　to　imagine　what　it　would　be　like　if　she　allowed　Daario　to　kiss　her；　the　way　Jorah　had　kissed　her　on　the　ship。　The　thought　was　exciting　and　disturbing；　both　at　once。　It　is　too　great　a　risk。　The　Tyroshi　sellsword　was　not　a　good　man；　no　one　needed　to　tell　her　that。　Under　the　smiles　and　the　jests　he　was　dangerous；　even　cruel。　Sallor　and　Prendahl　had　woken　one　morning　as　his　partners；　that　very　night　he'd　given　her　their　heads。　Khal　Drogo　could　be　cruel　as　well；　and　there　was　never　a　man　more　dangerous。　She　had　e　to　love　him　all　the　same。　Could　I　love　Daario？　What　would　it　mean；　if　I　took　him　into　my　bed？　Would　that　make　him　one　of　the　heads　of　the　dragon？　Ser　Jorah　would　be　angry；　she　knew；　but　he　was　the　one　who'd　said　she　had　to　take　two　husbands。　Perhaps　I　should　marry　them　both　and　be　done　with　it。
　But　these　were　foolish　thoughts。　She　had　a　city　to　take；　and　dreaming　of　kisses　and　some　sellsword's　bright　blue　eyes　would　not　help　her　breach　the　walls　of　Meereen。　I　am　the　blood　of　the　dragon；　Dany　reminded　herself。　Her　thoughts　were　spinning　in　circles；　like　a　rat　chasing　its　tail。　Suddenly　she　could　not　stand　the　close　confines　of　the　pavilion　another　moment。　I　want　to　feel　the　wind　on　my　face；　and　smell　the　sea。　〃Missandei；〃　she　called；　〃have　my　silver　saddled。　Your　own　mount　as　well。〃
　The　little　scribe　bowed。　〃As　Your　Grace　mands。　Shall　I　summon　your　bloodriders　to　guard　you？〃
　〃We'll　take　Arstan。　I　do　not　mean　to　leave　the　camps。〃　She　had　no　enemies　among　her　children。　And　the　old　squire　would　not　talk　too　much　as　Belwas　would；　or　look　at　her　like　Daario。
　The　grove　of　burnt　olive　trees　in　which　she'd　raised　her　pavilion　stood　beside　the　sea；　between　the　Dothraki　camp　and　that　of　the　Unsullied。　When　the　horses　had　been　saddled；　Dany　and　her　panions　set　out　along　the　shoreline；　away　from　the　city。　Even　so；　she　could　feel　Meereen　at　her　back；　mocking　her。　When　she　looked　over　one　shoulder；　there　it　stood；　the　afternoon　sun　blazing　off　the　bronze　harpy　atop　the　Great　Pyramid。　Inside　Meereen　the　slavers　would　soon　be　reclining　in　their　fringed　tokars　to　feast　on　lamb　and　olives；　unborn　puppies；　honeyed　dormice　and　other　such　delicacies；　whilst　outside　her　children　went　hungry。　A　sudden　wild　anger　filled　her。　I　will　bring　you　down；　she　swore。
　As　they　rode　past　the　stakes　and　pits　that　surrounded　the　eunuch　encampment；　Dany　could　hear　Grey　Worm　and　his　sergeants　running　one　pany　through　a　series　of　drills　with　shield；　shortsword；　and　heavy　spear。　Another　pany　was　bathing　in　the　sea；　clad　only　in　white　linen　breechclouts。　The　eunuchs　were　very　clean；　she　had　noticed。　Some　of　her　sellswords　smelled　as　if　they　had　not　washed　or　changed　their　clothes　since　her　father　lost　the　Iron　Throne；　but　the　Unsullied　bathed　each　evening；　even　if　they'd　marched　all　day。　When　no　water　was　available　they　cleansed　themselves　with　sand；　the　Dothraki　way。
　The　eunuchs　knelt　as　she　passed；　raising　clenched　fists　to　their　breasts。　Dany　returned　the　salute。　The　tide　was　ing　in；　and　the　surf　foamed　about　the　feet　of　her　silver。　She　could　see　her　ships　standing　out　to　sea。　Balerion　floated　nearest；　the　great　cog　once　known　as　Saduleon；　her　sails　furled。　Further　out　were　the　galleys　Meraxes　and　Vhagar；　formerly　joso's　Prank　and　Summer　Sun。　They　were　Magister　Illyrio's　ships；　in　truth；　not　hers　at　all；　and　yet　she　had　given　them　new　names　with　hardly　a　thought。　Dragon　names；　and　more；　in　old　Valyria　before　the　Doom；　Balerion；　Men　axes；　and　Vhagar　had　been　gods。
　South　of　the　ordered　realm　of　stakes；　pits；　drills；　and　bathing　eunuchs　lay　the　encampments　of　her　freedmen；　a　far　noisier　and　more　chaotic　place。　Dany　had　armed　the　former　slaves　as　best　she　could　with　weapons　from　Astapor　and　Yunkai；　and　Ser　Jorah　had　organized　the　fighting　men　into　four　strong　panies；　yet　she　saw　no　one　drilling　here。　They　passed　a　driftwood　fire　where　a　hundred　people　had　gathered　to　roast　the　carcass　of　a　horse。　She　could　smell　the　meat　and　hear　the　fat　sizzling　as　the　spit　boys　turned；　but　the　sight　only　made　her　frown。
　Children　ran　behind　their　horses；　skipping　and　laughing。　Instead　of　salutes；　voices　called　to　her　on　every　side　in　a　babble　of　tongues。　Some　of　the　freedmen　greeted　her　as　〃Mother；〃　while　others　begged　for　boons　or　favors。　Some　prayed　for　strange　gods　to　bless　her；　and　some　asked　her　to　bless　them　instead。　She　smiled　at　them；　turning　right　and　left；　touching　their　hands　when　they　raised　them；　letting　those　who　knelt　reach　up　to　touch　her　stirrup　or　her　leg。　Many　of　the　freedmen　believed　there　was　good　fortune　in　her　touch。　If　it　helps　give　them　courage；　let　them　touch　me；　she　thought。　There　are　hard　trials　yet　ahead　。　。　。
　Dany　had　stopped　to　speak　to　a　pregnant　woman　who　wanted　the　Mother　of　Dragons　to　name　her　baby　when　someone　reached　up　and　grabbed　her　left　wrist。　Turning；　she　glimpsed　a　tall　ragged　man　with　a　shaved　head　and　a　sunburnt　face。　〃Not　so　hard；〃　she　started　to　say；　but　before　she　could　finish　he'd　yanked　her　bodily　from　the　saddle。　The　ground　came　up　and　knocked　the　breath　from　her；　as　her　silver　whinnied　and　backed　away。　Stunned；　Dany　rolled　to　her　side　and　pushed　herself　onto　one　elbow　。　。　。
　　。　。　。　and　then　she　saw　the　sword。
　〃There's　the　treacherous　sow；〃　he　said。　〃I　knew　you'd　e　to　get　your　feet　kissed　one　day。〃　His　head　was　bald　as　a　melon；　his　nose　red　and　peeling；　but　she　knew　that　voice　and　those　pale　green　eyes。　〃I'm　going　to　start　by　cutting　off　your　teats。〃　Dany　was　dimly　aware　of　Missandei　shouting　for　help。　A　freedman　edged　forward；　but　only　a　step。　One　quick　slash；　and　he　was　on　his　knees；　blood　running　down　his　face。　Mero　wiped　his　sword　on　his　breeches。　〃Who's　next？〃
　〃I　am。〃　Arstan　Whitebeard　leapt　from　his　horse　and　stood　over　her；　the　salt　wind　riffling　through　his　snowy　hair；　both　hands　on　his　tall　hardwood　staff。
　〃Grandfather；〃　Mero　said；　〃run　off　before　I　break　your　stick　in　two　and　bugger　you　with…〃
　The　old　man　fein