tw.togreenangeltower2-第29章
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〃But women cannot be knights。 And I am going to be a knight。〃
〃Well； I suppose since I am not your father； I cannot send you back to your chambers。 And I certainly can't seem to be rid of you。 You might as well e with me and tell me a little about the place。〃
Pleased； Pasevalles bounced up and down a few times like a puppy。 Then； just as suddenly； he stopped and fixed Isgrimnur with a suspicious glance。 〃Are you an enemy？〃 he asked sharply。 〃Because if you are； Sir Foreign Knight； I cannot show you things that might hurt my uncle。〃
Isgrimnur's grin was sour。 〃In these days； young fellow； it's hard to say who is enemy to who。 But I can promise you that my liege…lord Prince Josua intends no harm to any who live in Metessa。〃
Pasevalles considered this for a moment。 〃I will trust you；〃 he said at last。 〃I think you tell the truth。 But if you do not； then you are no knight； who would lie to a young child。〃
Isgrimnur's grin widened。 Young child！ This nuumtkin could give Count Eolair lessons in politicking。 'Tell me nothing that would help your uncle's enemies； and I will try not to ask anything that would put your honor in danger。〃
〃That is fair；〃 said the boy gravely。 〃That is knightly。〃
Metessa was more than just another Nabbanai hedge…barony。 Situated beside the outermost edges of the Thrithings； it was a wide and prosperous piece of country； hilly and wide…meadowed。 Even after the unseasonal snows； the rolling terrain gleamed greenly。 One of the Stefflod's branches wound through the grasslands； a ribbon of silver foil bright even beneath the dull gray skies。 Sheep and a few cows dotted the hillsides。
Chasu Metessa； the baronial keep； had stood atop one of the highest hills since the days of the later Imperators； looking down on these valleys full of small farms and freeholdings just as Isgrimnur did now。
He turned from the window to find Pasevalles pacing impatiently。 The boy said： 〃e and see the armor。〃
〃That sounds like the kind of thing I shouldn't see。〃
〃No； it's old armor。〃 He was disgusted by Isgrimnur's obtuseness。 〃Very old。〃
The Rimmersman allowed himself to be tugged along。 The child's energy seemed without bound。
If Isorn had been this demanding； he thought wryly； I would likely have taken him out to the Frostmarch and left him； like they did in the old days when they had one mouth too many to feed。
Pasevalles led him through a warren of hallways； past more than a few of the keep's inhabitants； who looked at Isgrimnur with alarm； to a corner tower that seemed a fairly late addition to the ancient hill fortress。 After they had climbed far more stairs than were good for Isgrimnur's aching back； they reached a cluttered room near the top。 The ceiling had not been recently swept…a canopy of cobwebs hung down almost to head height… and a heavy patina of dust covered the floor and all the crude furnishings； but Isgrimnur was nevertheless impressed with what he saw。
A series of wooden armor…stands ranged the room like silent guardsmen。 Unlike the rest of the objects in the circular chamber； they were paratively clean。 On every stand hung a set of armor…but not modern armor； as Pasevalles had so crossly pointed out： the helmets and breastplates and curious metal…strip skirts were of a type that Isgrimnur had seen before only in very old paintings in the Sancellan Mahistrevis。
'This is armor from the Imperium！〃 he said； impressed。 〃Or damn clever copies。〃
Pasevalles drew himself up to his full height。 〃They are not copies！ They are real。 My father has been keeping them for years My grandfather bought them in the great city。〃
〃In Nabban；〃 Isgrimnur mused。 He walked along the rows； examining the various costumes； his warrior's eye seeing which were flawed in design； which simply missing pieces from the original arrangement。 The metal the old Imperatorial craftsmen had used was heavier than that now used； but the armor was splendidly made。 He leaned close to examine a helm with a twining sea…dragon crest。 To get a better look； he puffed away a fine layer of dust。
〃These have not been polished in some time；〃 he said absently。
〃My father has been ill。〃 Little Pasevalles' voice was suddenly querulous。 〃I try to keep them clean； but they are too tall for me to reach and too heavy for me to lift down。〃
Isgrimnur looked around the room； thinking。 The uninhabited armor suits seemed like watchers at a Raed； waiting for some decision。 There were still many things for him to do。 Surely he had spent enough time with this boy？ He walked to the tower window and peered out into the gray western sky。
〃We will not eat for some hour or so yet；〃 he said at last； 〃and your uncle and Prince Josua will not be speaking of the other important things that must be discussed until afterward。 Go and get your father's cleaning things…at least a whisking broom to get the dust off。 You and I can make short work of this。〃
The boy looked up； eyes wide。 〃Truly？〃
'Truly。 I am in no hurry to go back down all those stairs； in any case。〃 The boy was still staring。 〃Bless me； child； go on。 And bring a lamp or two。 It'll be dark soon。〃
The boy sped out of the room and down the narrow stairwell like a hare。 Isgrimnur shook his head。
The banqueting hall of Chasu Metessa had a fireplace along each wall； and was warm and bright despite the chilliness of the season。 The courtiers； landed folk from all over the valley； seemed to be dressed in their finest： many of the women wore long shimmery dresses and hats almost as weirdly inventive as those to be seen at the Sancellan Mahistrevis itself。 Still； Isgrimnur noted the air of worry that hung like a fog in the huge； high…raftered chamber。 The ladies talked swiftly and brightly and laughed at tiny things。 The men were mostly quiet； what little they did say was spoken behind their hands。
A cask of Teligure wine had been breached at the start of things and its contents shared out around the room。 Isgrimnur noticed that Josua； who was seated at the right of their host Baron Seriddan； had raised his goblet to his lips many times； but had not yet allowed the page beside him to refill it。 The duke approved of Josua's forbearance。 The prince was not much of a drinker at the best of times； but since the chance of dislodging Benigaris from the ducal throne might rest on the knife…edge of tonight's doings； it was doubly important that Josua's wits be sharp and his tongue cautious。
As he surveyed the room； the duke was stopped short by a pale glimmer in the doorway； far across the room。 Squinting； Isgrimnur suddenly smiled deep in his beard。 It was the boy Pasevalles； who had doubtless once more escaped from his mother and her ladies。 He had e； Isgrimnur had no doubt； to watch Real Knights at table。
He may just get an eyeful。
Baron Seriddan Metessis rose from his seat at the head of the table and lifted his goblet。 Behind him a blue crane； symbol of the Metessan House； spread its long wings across a wall banner。
〃Let us salute our visitors；〃 the baron said。 He smiled ironically； his sun…browned； bearded face wrinkling。 〃I am doubtless a traitor already； just for letting you inside the gates。 Prince Josua…so it does no further harm to drink your health。〃
Isgrimnur found himself liking Seriddan； and respecting him more than a bit。 He little resembled the duke's fondly…held image of an effete Nabbanai baron： his thick neck and seamed peasant face made Seriddan look more a genial rogue than the hereditary master of a great fiefdom； but his eyes were shrewd and his manner deceptively self…mocking。 His mand of Westerling was so good that little Pasevalles' fluency no longer seemed surprising。
After the glasses were drained； Josua rose and lifted his own cup to thank the folk of Chasu Metessa for their hospitality。 This was greeted by polite smiles and murmurs of approval that seemed more than a little forced。 When the prince sat down； the whisper of table talk began to grow once more； but Seriddan gestured for quiet。
〃So；〃 he said to Josua； loud enough for everyone at the table to hear。 〃We have fulfilled th
