grrm.astormofswords-第57章

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a　pack　of　lions。〃　Arya　told　of　Yoren　and　their　escape　from　King's　Landing　as　well；　and　much　that　had　happened　since；　but　she　left　out　the　stableboy　she'd　stabbed　with　Needle；　and　the　guard　whose　throat　she'd　cut　to　get　out　of　Harrenhal。　Telling　Harwin　would　be　almost　like　telling　her　father；　and　there　were　some　things　that　she　could　not　bear　having　her　father　know。
　Nor　did　she　speak　of　Jaqen　Hghar　and　the　three　deaths　he'd　owed　and　paid。　The　iron　coin　he'd　given　her　Arya　kept　tucked　away　beneath　her　belt；　but　sometimes　at　night　she　would　take　it　out　and　remember　how　his　face　had　melted　and　changed　when　he　ran　his　hand　across　it。　〃Valar　morghulis；〃　she　would　say　under　her　breath。　〃Ser　Gregor；　Dunsen；　Polliver；　Raff　the　Sweetling。　The　Tickler　and　the　Hound。　Ser　Ilyn；　Ser　Meryn；　Queen　Cersei；　King　Joffrey。〃
　Only　six　Winterfell　men　remained　of　the　twenty　her　father　had　sent　west　with　Beric　Dondarrion；　Harwin　told　her；　and　they　were　scattered。　〃It　was　a　trap；　milady。　Lord　Tywin　sent　his　Mountain　across　the　Red　Fork　with　fire　and　sword；　hoping　to　draw　your　lord　father。　He　planned　for　Lord　Eddard　to　e　west　himself　to　deal　with　Gregor　Clegane。　If　he　had　he　would　have　been　killed；　or　taken　prisoner　and　traded　for　the　Imp；　who　was　your　lady　mother's　captive　at　the　time。　Only　the　Kingslayer　never　knew　Lord　Tywin's　plan；　and　when　he　heard　about　his　brother's　capture　he　attacked　your　father　in　the　streets　of　King's　Landing。〃
　〃I　remember；〃　said　Arya。　〃He　killed　Jory。〃　Jory　had　always　smiled　at　her；　when　he　wasn't　telling　her　to　get　from　underfoot。
　〃He　killed　Jory；〃　Harwin　agreed；　〃and　your　father's　leg　was　broken　when　his　horse　fell　on　him。　So　Lord　Eddard　couldn't　go　west。　He　sent　Lord　Beric　instead；　with　twenty　of　his　own　men　and　twenty　from　Winterfell；　me　among　them。　There　were　others　besides。　Thoros　and　Ser　Raymun　Darry　and　their　men；　Ser　Gladden　Wylde；　a　lord　named　Lothar　Mallery。　But　Gregor　was　waiting　for　us　at　the　Mummer's　Ford；　with　men　concealed　on　both　banks。　As　we　crossed　he　fell　upon　us　from　front　and　rear。
　〃I　saw　the　Mountain　slay　Raymun　Darry　with　a　single　blow　so　terrible　that　it　took　Darry's　arm　off　at　the　elbow　and　killed　the　horse　beneath　him　too。　Gladden　Wylde　died　there　with　him；　and　Lord　Mallery　was　ridden　down　and　drowned。　We　had　lions　on　every　side；　and　I　thought　I　was　doomed　with　the　rest；　but　Alyn　shouted　mands　and　restored　order　to　our　ranks；　and　those　still　a　horse　rallied　around　Thoros　and　cut　our　way　free。　Six　score　we'd　been　that　morning。　By　dark　no　more　than　two　score　were　left；　and　Lord　Beric　was　gravely　wounded。　Thoros　drew　a　foot　of　lance　from　his　chest　that　night；　and　poured　boiling　wine　into　the　hole　it　left。
　〃Every　man　of　us　was　certain　his　lordship　would　be　dead　by　daybreak。　But　Thoros　prayed　with　him　all　night　beside　the　fire；　and　when　dawn　came；　he　was　still　alive；　and　stronger　than　he'd　been。　It　was　a　fortnight　before　he　could　mount　a　horse；　but　his　courage　kept　us　strong。　He　told　us　that　our　war　had　not　ended　at　the　Mummer's　Ford；　but　only　begun　there；　and　that　every　man　of　ours　who'd　fallen　would　be　avenged　tenfold。
　〃By　then　the　fighting　had　passed　by　us。　The　Mountain's　men　were　only　the　van　of　Lord　Tywin's　host。　They　crossed　the　Red　Fork　in　strength　and　swept　up　into　the　riverlands；　burning　everything　in　their　path。　We　were　so　few　that　all　we　could　do　was　harry　their　rear；　but　we　told　each　other　that　we'd　join　up　with　King　Robert　when　he　marched　west　to　crush　Lord　Tywin's　rebellion。　Only　then　we　heard　that　Robert　was　dead；　and　Lord　Eddard　as　well；　and　Cersei　Lannister's　whelp　had　ascended　the　Iron　Throne。
　〃That　turned　the　whole　world　on　its　head。　We'd　been　sent　out　by　the　King's　Hand　to　deal　with　outlaws；　you　see；　but　now　we　were　the　outlaws；　and　Lord　Tywin　was　the　Hand　of　the　King。　There　was　some　wanted　to　yield　then；　but　Lord　Beric　wouldn't　hear　of　it。　We　were　still　king's　men；　he　said；　and　these　were　the　king's　people　the　lions　were　savaging。　If　we　could　not　fight　for　Robert；　we　would　fight　for　them；　until　every　man　of　us　was　dead。　And　so　we　did；　but　as　we　fought　something　queer　happened。　For　every　man　we　lost；　two　showed　up　to　take　his　place。　A　few　were　knights　or　squires；　of　gentle　birth；　but　most　were　mon　men　fieldhands　and　fiddlers　and　innkeeps；　servants　and　shoemakers；　even　two　septons。　Men　of　all　sorts；　and　women　too；　children；　dogs　。　。　。
　〃Dogs？〃　said　Arya。
　〃Aye。〃　Harwin　grinned。　〃One　of　our　lads　keeps　the　meanest　dogs　you'd　ever　want　to　see。〃
　〃I　wish　I　had　a　good　mean　dog；〃　said　Arya　wistfully。　〃A　lion…killing　dog。〃　She'd　had　a　direwolf　once；　Nymeria；　but　she'd　thrown　rocks　at　her　until　she　fled；　to　keep　the　queen　from　killing　her。　Could　a　direwolf　kill　a　lion？　she　wondered。
　It　rained　again　that　afternoon；　and　long　into　the　evening。　Thankfully　the　outlaws　had　secret　friends　all　over；　so　they　did　not　need　to　camp　out　in　the　open　or　seek　shelter　beneath　some　leaky　bower；　as　she　and　Hot　Pie　and　Gendry　had　done　so　often。
　That　night　they　sheltered　in　a　burned；　abandoned　village。　At　least　it　seemed　to　be　abandoned；　until　Jack…Be…Lucky　blew　two　short　blasts　and　two　long　ones　on　his　hunting　horn。　Then　all　sorts　of　people　came　crawling　out　of　the　ruins　and　up　from　secret　cellars。　They　had　ale　and　dried　apples　and　some　stale　barley　bread；　and　the　outlaws　had　a　goose　that　Anguy　had　brought　down　on　the　ride；　so　supper　that　night　was　almost　a　feast。
　Arya　was　sucking　the　last　bit　of　meat　off　a　wing　when　one　of　the　villagers　turned　to　Lem　Lemoncloak　and　said；　〃There　were　men　through　here　not　two　days　past；　looking　for　the　Kingslayer。〃
　Lem　snorted。　〃They'd　do　better　looking　in　Riverrun。　Down　in　the　deepest　dungeons；　where　it's　nice　and　damp。〃　His　nose　looked　like　a　squashed　apple；　red　and　raw　and　swollen；　and　his　mood　was　foul。
　〃No；〃　another　villager　said。　〃He's　escaped。〃
　The　Kingslayer。　Arya　could　feel　the　hair　on　the　back　of　her　neck　prickling。　She　held　her　breath　to　listen。
　〃Could　that　be　true？〃　Tom　o'　Sevens　said。
　〃I'll　not　believe　it；〃　said　the　one…eyed　man　in　the　rusty　pothelm。　The　other　outlaws　called　him　Jack…Be…Lucky；　though　losing　an　eye　didn't　seem　very　lucky　to　Arya。　〃I've　had　me　a　taste　o'　them　dungeons。　How　could　he　escape？〃
　The　villagers　could　only　shrug　at　that。　Greenbeard　stroked　his　thick　grey…and…green　whiskers　and　said；　〃The　wolves　will　drown　in　blood　if　the　Kingslayer's　loose　again。　Thoros　must　be　told。　The　Lord　of　Light　will　show　him　Lannister　in　the　flames。〃
　〃There's　a　fine　fire　burning　here；〃　said　Anguy；　smiling。
　Greenbeard　laughed；　and　cuffed　the　archer's　ear。　〃Do　I　look　a　priest　to　you；　Archer？　When　Pello　of　Tyrosh　peers　into　the　fire；　the　cinders　singe　his　beard。〃
　Lem　cracked　his　knuckles　and　said；　〃Wouldn't　Lord　Beric　love　to　capture　Jaime　Lannister；　though　。　。　。〃
　〃Would　he　hang　him；　Lem？〃　one　of　the　village　women　asked。　〃It'd　be　half　a　shame　to　hang　a　man　as　pretty　as　that　one。〃
　〃A　trial　first！〃　said　Anguy。　〃Lord　Beric　always　gives　them　a　trial；　you　know　that。〃　He　smiled。　〃Then　he　hangs　them。〃
　There　was　laughter　all　around。　Then　Tom　drew　his　fingers　across　the　strings　of　his　woodharp　and　broke　into　soft　song。
　The　brothers　of　the　Kingswood；　they　were　an　outlaw　band。
　The　forest　was　their　castle；　but　they　roamed　across　the　land。
　No　man's　gold　was　safe　from　them；　nor　any　maiden's　hand。
　Oh；　the　brothers　of　the　Kingswood；　that　fearsome　outlaw　band　。　。　。
　Warm　and　dry　in　a　corner　between　Gendry　and　Harwin；　Arya　listened　to　the　singing　for　a　time；　then　closed　her　eyes　and　drifted　off　to　sleep。　She　dreamt　of　home；　not　Riverrun；　but　Winterfell。　It　was　not　a　good　dream；　though。　She　was　alone　outside　the　castle；　up　to　her　knees　in　mud。　She　could　see　the　grey　walls　ahead　of　her；　but　when　she　tried　to　reach　the　gates　every　step　seemed　harder　than　the　one　before；　and　the　castle　faded　before　her；　until　it　looked　more　like　smoke　than　granite。　And　there　were　wolves　as　well；　gaunt　grey　shapes　stalking　through　the　trees　all　around　her；　their　eyes　shining。　Whenever　she　looked　at　them；　she　remembered　the　taste　of　blood。
　The　next　morning　they　left　the　road　to　cut　across　the　fields。　The　wind　was　gusting；　sending　dry　brown　leaves　swirling　around　the　hooves　of　their　horses；　but　for　once　it　did　not　rain。　When　the　su