tw.togreenangeltower2-第105章
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The pain that burned his body was matched by a fury that grew within him as he suffered； a helpless rage that could find no outlet and so began to gnaw at the very foundations of his sanity instead。 Like an angry man he had once seen in Erchester； who threw everything in his house out of the window； piece by piece； Simon had nothing to fling at his enemies but what was his own…his beliefs； his loves； his most cherished memories。
Morgenes and Josua and Binabik and the others had used him； he decided。 They had taken a boy who could not even write his own name and had made him a tool。 Under their manipulation and for their benefit he had been driven from his home； had been made an exile； had seen the death of many he held dear and the destruction of much that was innocent and beautiful。 With no say in his own destiny he had been led this way and that； and told just enough half…truths to keep him soldiering on。 For the sake of Josua he had faced a dragon and won…then the Great Sword had been taken from him and given to someone else。 For Binabik's sake he had stayed on in Yiqanuc…who could say that Haestan would have been killed if the pany had left earlier？ He had e with Miriamele to protect her on her journey； and had suffered because of it； both in the tunnels and now on this wheel where he would likely die。 They had all taken from him； taken everything he had。 They had used him。
And Miriamele had other crimes to answer for。 She had led him on； treated him like an equal even though she was a king's daughter。 She had been his friend； or had said she was； but she had not waited for him to e back from the quest to the northern mountains。 No； instead she had gone off on her own without even a word left for him； as though their friendship had never existed。 And she had given herself to another man…delivered her maidenhood to someone she did not even like！ She had kissed Simon and let him think that his hopeless love had some meaning 。。。 but then she had thrown her own deeds in his face in the crudest manner possible。
Even his mother and father had abandoned him； dying before he could ever know them； leaving him with no life and no history but what the chambermaids had given him。 How could they！？ And how could God let such a thing be？！ Even God had betrayed him； for God had not been there。 He was said to watch all creatures of His world； but He obviously cared little for Simon； the least of His children。 How could God love someone and leave them to suffer as Simon had suffered； for no fault other than trying to do right？
Yet with all his fury at these so…called friends who had abused his trust； he had greater hatred still for his enemies： Inch； the brute animal…no； worse than any animal； for an animal did not torture； King Elias who had thrown the world into war and blighted the earth with terror and famine and death； silver…masked Utuk'ku； who had set her huntsman after Simon and his friends and had killed wise Amerasu； and the priest Pryrates； Morgenes' murderer； who had nothing in his black soul but self…serving malice。
But the greatest author of all Simon's suffering； it seemed； was he whose ravening hatred was so great that even the grave could not contain it。 If anyone deserved to be repaid in torment； it was the Storm King。 Ineluki had brought ruin to a world full of innocents。 He had destroyed Simon's life and happiness。
Sometimes Simon felt that hate was keeping him alive。 When the agony became too strong； when he felt life slipping away； or at least passing out of his control； the need to survive and revenge himself was something to which he could cling。 He would stay alive as long as he could； if only to return some measure of his own suffering to all who had abused him。 Every miserable lonely night would be repensed； every wound； every terror； every tear。
Revolving through darkness； in and out of madness； Simon made a thousand oaths to repay pain for pain。
At first it seemed a firefly； flitting on the edge of his vision…something small that glowed without light； a point of not…black in a world of blackness。 Simon； his thoughts floundering in a wash of ache and hunger； could make no sense of it。
〃e；〃 a voice murmured to him。 Simon had been hearing voices through this entire second day…or was it the third？…upon the wheel。 What was another voice？ What was another speck of dancing light？
〃e。〃
Abruptly he was pulled free； free of the wheel； free of the ropes that burned his wrists。 He was tugged onward by the spark； and could not understand how escape could be acplished so easily。。。 until he looked back。
A body hung on the slowly circling rim； a naked white…skinned form sagging in the ropes。 Flame…hued hair was sweat…plastered on its brow。 Chin sagged on chest。
Who is that？ Simon wondered briefly 。。。 but he knew the answer。 He viewed his own form with dispassion。 So that's what I looked like？ But there's nothing left in it…it's like an empty jar。
The thought came to him suddenly。 I'm dead。
But if that was so； why could he still dimly feel the ropes； still feel his arms yanked to the straining length of their sockets？ Why did he seem to be both in and out of his body？
The light moved before him again； summoning； beckoning。 Without will； Simon followed。 Like wind in a long daric chimney； they moved together through chaotic shadows； almost…things brushed at him and passed through him。 His connection to the body hanging upon the wheel grew more tenuous。 He felt the candle of his being flickering。
〃I don't want to lose me！ Let me go back！〃
But the spark that led him flew on。
Swirling darkness blossomed into light and color； then gradually took on the shapes of real things。 Simon was at the mouth of the great sluice that turned the water wheel； watching the dark water tumble down into the depths below the castle； headed for the foundry。 Next he saw the silent pool in the deserted halls of Asu'a。 Water trickled down into the pool through the cracks in the ceiling。 The mists that floated above the wide tarn pulsed with life； as though this water was somehow revivifying something that had long been almost lifeless。 Could that be what the flickering light was trying to show him？ That water from the forge had filled the Sithi pool？ That it was ing to life again？
Other images flowed past。 He saw the dark shape that grew at the base of the massive stairwell in Asu'a； the tree…thing he had almost touched； whose alien thoughts he had felt。 The stairway itself was a spiraling pipe that led from the roots of the breathing tree up to Green Angel Tower itself。
As he thought of the tower； he abruptly found himself staring at its pinnacle； which reared like a vast white tooth。 Snow was falling and the sky was thick with clouds； but somehow Simon could see through them to the night sky beyond。 Hovering low in the northern darkness was a fiery ember with a tiny smear of tail…the Conqueror Star。
〃Why have you brought me here； to all these places？〃 Simon asked。 The spot of light hovered before him as though listening。 〃What does this mean？〃
There was no answer。 Instead； something cold splashed against his face。
Simon opened his eyes； suddenly very much an inhabitant of his painful flesh once more。 A distorted shape hung upside down from the ceiling； piping like a bat。
No。 It was one of Inch's henchmen； and Simon himself was hanging head…down at the lowest point of the wheel's revolution； listening to the axle squeak。 The henchman turned another dipper full of water over Simon's face； pouring only a little of it into his mouth。 He gasped andchoked； trying to swallow； then licked his chin and lips。 As Simon began his upward turn； the man walked away without a word。 Little drops ran down from Simon's head and hair； and for a while he was too busy trying to catch and swallow them before they dripped away to wonder athis strange vision。 It was only when the wheel brought
him down the other side again that he could think。
What did that mean？ It was hard to hold a coherent thought against the fire in his joints。 What was that glowing thing； what was it trying to show me？ Or was i
