tw.togreenangeltower2-第49章
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d a bend in the rock。
〃Deeper in we are going；〃 he said。 〃But it would not be safe for traveling in here with no light。〃
〃What is this place？〃 Miriamele asked。 The sight of her bloodied legs and pale； frightened face made Simon's heart cinch in pain。
〃A cave； only。〃 Binabik smiled； a wele and familiar baring of yellow teeth。 'Trust it for a troll to be finding a cave。〃 He turned and gestured for them to follow。 〃Soon you can rest。〃
The horses balked at first； but after a few moments' soothing they allowed themselves to be led on。 The cave was strewn with dry branches and leaves。 Here and there the bones of small animals winked up from the litter on the floor。 Within a few hundred paces they had reached the innermost end； a grotto that was a little loftier and a great deal wider than the outer tunnel。 At one end a sheet of water ran down a flat stone and drizzled into a small pool； Simon tethered Miriamele's steed and Homefinder to a stone beside it。
〃Here we will make our home for the evening；〃 said Binabik。 〃The wood I have left here is dry； and the smoke it is making will not be great。〃 He pointed up to a dark crevice in the roof。 〃I was making a fire here last night。 The smoke is carried up there； so breathing is possible。〃
Simon sank down onto the floor。 The dry brush crackled beneath him。 〃What about the Norns and the others？〃 At this moment he didn't really much care。 If they wanted him； they could e and get him。 Every inch of his body seemed to throb painfully。
〃I am doubting they will find this place； but I am doubting even more they will be searching long。〃 The troll began piling wood atop the ashes in the circle of stones he had made the night before。 〃The Norns were at some great task； and seemed to need you only for your blood。 I am thinking that there will be blood enough among those remaining mortals for the task to be pleted。〃
〃What did they want； Binabik？〃 Miriamele's eyes were fever…bright。 〃What were they saying about the Third House？ And what was that 。。。 that thing？〃
〃That fearsome thing was one of the Red Hand；〃 Binabik said； his matter…of…fact tone betrayed by the worried look on his face。 〃I have never seen with my eyes anything like it； although Simon was telling me stories。〃 He shook his head； then took his flint to put a spark to the wood。 〃I do not know what its purpose was； although it seems clear to me that it was doing the Storm King's bidding。 I will think on that more。〃 As the fire caught； he lifted his pack and began to search in it。 〃Now； let me be cleaning those cut places you both have。〃
Simon sat quietly as the troll dabbed at Miriamele's various wounds with a damp rag and rubbed something from a small pot on each。 By the time it was his turn； Simon felt his eyes drooping。 He yawned。
〃But how did you get here； Binabik？〃 He winced as the little man probed a painful spot。 〃What 。。。 what。。。 ？〃
The troll laughed。 〃There will be time enough for all telling soon。 First； though； food and sleeping are needed。〃 He eyed them both。 〃Perhaps first sleeping； then food？〃 He rose to his feet and dusted his hands off on his wide breeches。 〃There is something you will be pleased to see。〃 He pointed to something lying in the darkness near where Homefinder and Miriamele's mount stood drinking from the pool。
〃What？〃 Simon stared。 〃Our saddlebags！〃
〃Yes； and with your sleeping…beds still upon them。 A luckiness it was for me that the Fire Dancers had not removed them。 I left them here when I followed you up the hill。 It was a risk； but I did not know what might be in them that would be bad for losing。〃 He laughed。 〃Neither did I wish to make you ride laden horses in the dark。〃
Simon was already dragging loose his bedroll and examining the saddlebags。 〃My sword！〃 he said； delighted。 Then his face fell。 〃I had to break Jiriki's mirror； Binabik。〃
The little man nodded。 〃That I was seeing。 But I doubt I could have helped your escaping if you had not freed your hands。 A sad but clever sacrifice； friend Simon。〃
〃And my White Arrow；〃 he mused。 〃I left that back at Sesuad'ra。〃 He tossed Miriamele her bedroll； then found a relatively smooth place to unroll his own。 〃I have not taken very good care of my gifts。。。〃
Binabik niled a tiny smile。 〃You are having too much worry。 Sleep for a while now。 I will wake you later with something warm to eat。〃 He returned to the task of building the fire。 The torchlight played on his round face。
Simon looked at Miriamele； who had already curled up and closed her eyes。 She did not seem too badly hurt； although she was clearly as exhausted as he。 So they had survived； somehow； after all。 He had not failed his pledge。
He sat up suddenly。 〃The horses！ I have to unsaddle them！〃
〃I will be doing all；〃 Binabik assured him。 〃It is time for your resting。〃
Simon lay back on the bedroll and watched the shadows playing along the cavern roof。 Within moments he was asleep。
10
A Wound in the World
Simon awakened； to the delicate patter of falling water。
He had been dreaming about being caught in a ring of fire； flames that seemed to grow closer and closer。 Somewhere outside the fiery circle； Rachel the Dragon had been calling him to e and do his chores。 He had tried to tell her that he was trapped； but smoke and ashes had filled his mouth。
The water sounded as lovely as morningsong in the Hayholt chapel。 Simon crawled across the rustling cavern floor and dipped his hands in the pool； then stared at his palms for a moment； unable to tell by the light of the low fire whether the water looked safe。 He smelled it and touched it briefly with his tongue； then drank。 It was sweet and cold。 If it was poisonous； then he was willing to die that way。
Mooncalf。 The horses drank from it； and Binabik used it to wash our cups。
Besides； even poisoning would be preferable to the doom that had almost been theirs 。。。 last night？
The cold water made the wounds on his wrists and hands sting。 All his muscles ached； and his joints were stiff and sore。 Still； he did not feel quite as dreadful as he might have expected to。 Perhaps he had been asleep longer than a few hours…it was impossible to tell what time of day it might be。 Simon looked around the cavern； searching for clues。 How long had he slept？ The horses still stood quietly nearby。 On the far side of the campfire he could see Miriamele's golden hair peeping out from beneath her cloak。
〃Ah； Simon…friend！〃
He turned。 Binabik was trotting up the tunnel toward the central chamber； his hands cupped before him。 〃Greetings；〃 said Simon。 〃And good morning…if it is morning。〃
The troll smiled。 〃It is indeed that time； although the middle…day will be soon arriving。 I have just been out in the cold and misted woods； stalking a most elusive game。〃 He held up his hands。 〃Mushrooms。〃 He walked to the fire and spilled his treasures out on a flat stone； then began sorting through them。 〃Gray…cap； here。 And this is being a rabbit…nose…and tasting far better than any true rabbit's nose； I am thinking； as well as having much less messiness to prepare。〃 He chortled。 〃I will cook these and we will break our fast with great enjoyment。〃
Simon grinned。 〃It's good to see you； Binabik。 Even if you hadn't rescued us； it would be very good to see you。〃
The troll cocked an eyebrow。 〃You both did much to make your own rescuing； Simon…and that is a fortunate thing； since you seem to be flinging yourself constantly into odd troubles。 You said once that your parents were being mon folk。 It is my thought that at least one of them was not a person at all； but a moth。〃 He smiled wryly and gestured toward the fire。 〃You are always heading toward the nearest burning flame。〃
〃It does seem that way。〃 Simon found himself a seat on an outcropping of stone； shifting gingerly to find the least painful position。 〃So now what do we do？ How did you find us？〃
〃As to what thing we should be doing；〃 Binabik wrinkled his brow in concentration as he cut up mushrooms with his knife； 〃 'eat' is being my suggestion。 I decided that it would be more
