tw.togreenangeltower2-第123章
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bravest； most terrible gift of all。 Simon fought as he had never fought before； determined not to waste Maegwin's sacrifice。 Although the living world was so close he could feel it； still some inexplicable barrier separated him from the body he had left behind…but he could not let himself fail。 Using the strength Maegwin had given him； he forced himself closer； embracing the agony； the fear； even the helplessness that would be his if he returned。 There was nothing he could do unless he accepted what was real。 He pushed and felt the barrier ripping。 He pushed again。
Murky gray turned to black； then red。 As he passed back from the nether realms into the waking world； Simon screamed。 He hurt。 Everything hurt。 He was reborn into a world of pain。
The scream continued； rasping from his dried throat and cracked lips。 His hand was on fire； full of scorching agony。
〃Quiet！〃 The frightened voice was very close。 〃I am trying 。。。〃
He was back on the wheel。 His head was pounding； and splintered wood rubbed against his skin。 But what was wrong with his hand？ It felt as though someone were trying to tear it from his wrist with hot pincers。。。
It moved！ He could move his arm！
Again there came a tremulous whisper。 〃The voices say I must hurry。 They will be ing soon。〃
Simon's left arm was free。 As he tried to flex it； a flaming bolt of pain leaped into his shoulder…but the arm moved。 He opened his eyes and goggled dizzily。
A figure hung upside down before him； beyond； the forge cavern itself was inverted as well。 The dark shape was sawing at his right arm with something that caught the gleam of one of the torches at the far side of the cavern。 Who was it？ What was it doing？ Simon could not make his crippled thoughts follow each other。
A throbbing； burning pain now crept into his right hand。 What was happening？
〃You brought me food。 I 。。。 I could not leave you。 But the voices say I must hurry！〃
It was hard to think with both of his arms on fire； but slowly Simon began to understand。 He was hanging head…downward on the wheel。 Someone was cutting him free。 Someone 。。。
〃。。。 Guthwulf。。。 ？〃
〃Soon the others will notice。 They will e。 Do not move…I cannot see and I fear I will cut you。〃 The blind earl was working furiously。
Simon ground his teeth as the blood rushed back into his arms； trying to choke back another scream。 He had not believed such misery was possible。
Free。 It will be worth it。 I'll be free。。。。 He shut his eyes again； his jaws clamped together。 His other arm was loose； and now both dangled beside his head。 The change of position was excruciating。
He dimly heard Guthwulf wade a few steps； then felt the rhythmic sawing begin on his ankle。
Only a few moments； Simon promised himself； trying desperately to stay silent。 He remembered what the chambermaids had told him when； as a child； he had wept over a small hurt。 〃It won't mean anything tomorrow。 You'll be happy then。〃
One ankle came free； and the misery of its release was equaled by the strain now put on the other。 Simon turned his head and sank his teeth into his own shoulder。 Anything to keep from making noise that might bring Inch or his minions。
〃Almost 。。。〃 said Guthwulf hoarsely。 There was an instant of slow movement； a sense of slippage； then Simon abruptly fell。 Stunned； he found himself drowning in cold water。 He thrashed helplessly； but could not feel his limbs。 He did not know which direction was up。
Something grasped his hair and yanked。 A moment later； another hand curled chokingly around his neck beneath his chin。 Simon's mouth came up out of the water； and he gasped in a long breath。 For a moment his face was pressed against Guthwulf's lean stomach while his rescuer struggled to get a better grip。 Then Simon was dragged forward and dumped onto the rim of the sluice； His hands still did not work properly； he clung in place with his elbows； almost oblivious to the shrieking pain of his joints。 He did not want to go back into that water again。
〃We must。。。〃 he heard Guthwulf begin； then the blind man gasped and something smashed against Simon； who slid backward and only barely retained his hold on the edge of the sluice。
〃What happens here？'〃 Inch's voice was a dreadful rumbling growl。 〃You do not touch my kitchen boy！〃
Simon felt hope fade； replaced with sick terror。 How could this happen？ It was wrong！ That he should have e back from death； from nothingness； only to have Inch show up a few moments too soon…how could Fate play such a monstrous trick？
Guthwulf gave a choking cry。 then Simon could hear nothing but frenzied splashing。 He slowly let himself back down until his feet touched the slippery bottom of the sluice。 Putting weight on his wounded legs sent a blinding cloud of black fire through his head and back； but he stood。 After his torments he knew he should not even be able to move； but he still retained some of the strength given to him by Maegwin's sacrifice； he felt it smoldering in him like a low…banked fire。 He forced himself to remain upright in the slow…moving water until he could see again。
Inch had waded into the sluice； and now stood waist…deep in the center like some beast of the swamps。 In the dim torchlight； Simon saw Guthwulf burst up from beneath the water； struggling wildly to escape the overseer's clutches。 Inch grabbed the blind man's head and pushed him back under。
〃No！〃 Simon's crippled voice was barely louder than a whisper。 If it carried across the short distance。 Inch gave him no heed。 Still； the silence nagged at Simon in some obscure way。 Was he deaf？ No； he had heard both Guthwulf and Inch。 So why did the chamber seem so quiet？
Guthwulf's arms jerked above the surface； but the rest of him remained submerged in the dark waters。
Simon stumbled toward them； thrashing against the slow current。 The great wheel hung unmoving above the waterway。 As he saw it； Simon realized why the cavern was strangely quiet： Guthwulf had somehow managed to lift the wheel so he could cut Simon free。
As he neared Inch； the cavern began to grow lighter； as though dawn had somehow found its way down through the rock。 Shadowy figures were approaching； a few of them bearing torches。 Simon thought they must be soldiers or Inch's henchmen； but when they came a little closer he saw their wide； frightened eyes。 The forge workers had been roused； and now came hesitantly forward to see what was causing the uproar。
〃Help！〃 Simon rasped。 〃Help us！ He cannot stop you all！〃
The tattered men stopped； as though Simon's words alone might make them traitors； liable to Inch's punishment。 They stared； too cowed even to whisper among themselves。
Inch was paying neither Simon nor his slave labor any attention。 He had allowed Guthwulf to surface briefly； gasping and spitting； and now was shoving him back into the water again。 Simon lifted his hands； still numb with their long binding； and struck at Inch as hard as he could。
He might as well have kicked a mountain。 Inch turned to look at him。 The overseer's scarred face was curiously expressionless； as though the act of violence in which he was engaged took all his attention。
〃Kitchen boy；〃 Inch boomed。 〃You do not run away。 You are next。〃 He reached out a huge hand and jerked Simon forward。 He released his grip on drowning Guthwulf long enough to pick Simon up with both hands and throw him out of the sluiceway onto the hard stone。 All Simon's breath blew out； and another rush of pain coursed through him； fiercer even than the simmering agony of his limbs。 For a moment he could not make his battered body respond。
Simon sensed somebody stooping over him。 Certain it was Inch e to finish the job； he curled into a ball。
〃Here； lad；〃 someone whispered； and tried to help him into a sitting position。 Stanhelm； the forge worker who had befriended him； was crouching at his side。 The older man seemed barely able to move： one arm curled uselessly in front of his chest； and his neck was bent at an odd angle。
〃Help us。〃 Simon struggled to rise。 His chest felt dagger…stabbed with each breath。
〃Nothing left of me。〃 E
