tw.togreenangeltower2-第7章
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t it before。 Maybe someday it will be a real king's road； with set stones and inns and way stations 。。。 and I saw it when it was nothing but a hoof…gouged track。
Of course； that was presuming that whatever happened in the days to e； there would be a king who cared about roads。 From what Jeremias and others had told him about the state of affairs at the Hayholt； it didn't seem very likely that Elias was worrying about such things。
They rode on beside the Stefflod； which glowed silver in the moon's ghostly light。 Miriamele remained unmunicative； and it seemed to Simon that they rode for days on end； although the moon had not yet moved much past the midpoint of the sky。 Bored； he watched Miriamele； admiring how her fair skin took the moonlight； until she； irritated； told him to stop staring at her。 Desperate for diversion； he then considered the Canon of Knighthood and Camaris' teachings； when that failed to hold his interest for more than half a league； he quietly sang all the Jack Mundwode songs he knew。 Later； after Miriamele had rebuffed several more attempts at conversation； Simon began counting the stars that dotted the sky； numerous as grains of salt spilled on an ebony tabletop。
At last； when Simon was certain that he would soon go mad…and equally certain that a full week must have passed during this one long night…Miriamele reined up and pointed to a copse of trees standing on a low hill some three or four furlongs from the wide rut of the infant road。
There；〃 she said。 〃We'll stop there and sleep。〃
〃I don't need to sleep yet；〃 Simon lied。 〃We can ride longer if you want to。〃
'There's no point。 I don't want to be out in the open in daylight tomorrow。 Later； when we're farther away； we can ride when it's light。〃
Simon shrugged。 〃If you say so。〃 He had wanted this adventure； if that was what it was； so he might as well endure it as cheerfully as possible。 In the first moments of their escape he had imagined…during those few brief instants in which he had allowed himself to think at all…that Miriamele would be more pleasant once the immediate worry of discovery had lessened。 Instead； she had seemed to grow even more morose as the night wore on。
The trees at the top of the hill grew close together； making an almost seamless wall between their makeshift camp and the road。 They did not light a fire…Simon had to admit he could see the wisdom of that…but instead shared some water and a little wine by moonlight； and gnawed on a bit of Miriamele's bread。
When they had wrapped themselves in their cloaks and were lying side by side on their bedrolls； Simon suddenly found that his weariness had fled…in fact； he did not feel the least bit sleepy。 He listened； but although Miriamele's breathing was quiet and regular； she did not sound like she was sleeping either。 Somewhere in the trees； a lone cricket was gently sawing away。
〃Miriamele？〃
〃What？〃
〃You really should tell me where we're going。 I would do better as your protector。 I could think about it and make plans。〃
She laughed quietly。 〃I'm certain that's true。 1 will tell you； Simon。 But not tonight。〃
He frowned as he stared up at the stars peeping through the branches。 〃Very well。〃
〃You should go to sleep now。 It will be harder to do once the sun is up。〃
Did all women have a little Rachel the Dragon in them？ They certainly seemed to enjoy telling him what he should do。 He opened his mouth to tell her he didn't need any rest just yet； but yawned instead。
He was trying to remember what he had meant to say even as he passed over into sleep。
In the dream Simon stood on the edge of a great sea。 Extending from the beach before him was a thin causeway of land that extended out right through the teeth of the waves； leading to an island some long distance offshore。 The island was bare except for three tall white towers which shimmered in the late afternoon sun； but the towers were not what interested Simon。 Walking on the island before them； passing in and out of their threefold shadow； was a tiny figure with white hair and a blue robe。 Simon was certain it was Doctor Morgenes。
He was considering the causeway…it would be easy enough to walk across； but the tide was growing higher； and soon might cover the thin spit of land entirely…when he heard a distant voice。 Out on the ocean； midway between the island and the rocky shoal where Simon stood； a small boat was rocking and bobbing in the grip of strong waves。 Two figures stood in the boat； one tall and solid； the other small and slender。 It took a few moments to recognize Geloe and Leieth。 The woman was calling something to him； but her voice was lost in the roar of the sea。
What are they doing out in a boat？ Simon thought。 It will be night soon。
He moved a few steps out onto the slender causeway。 Geloe's voice wafted to him across the waves； barely audible。
〃。。。 False！〃 she cried。 〃It's false！。。。 〃
What is false？ he wondered。 The spit of land？ It seemed solid enough。 The island itself？ He squinted； but although the sun had now dropped low on the horizon； turning the towers into black fingers and the shape of Morgenes into something small and dark as an ant； the island seemed indisputably substantial。 He took another few steps forward。
〃False！〃 Geloe cried again。
The sky abruptly turned dark； and the roar of the waves was overwhelmed by the cry of rising wind。 In an instant the ocean turned blue and then blue…white； suddenly； all the waves stiffened； freezing into hard； sharp points of ice。 Geloe waved her arms desperately； but the sea around her boat surged and cracked。 Then with a roar and an outwash of black water as alive as blood； Geloe； Leieth； and the boat disappeared beneath the frozen waves； sucked down into darkness。
Ice was creeping up over the causeway。 Simon turned； but it was now as far back to the beach as it was toward the island； and both points seemed to be receding from him； leaving him stranded in the middle of an everlengthening spit of rock。 The ice mounted higher； crawling up to his boots。。。
Simon jerked awake； shivering。 Thin dawn light filled the copse and the trees swayed to a chill breeze。 His cloak was curled in a hopeless tangle around his knees； leaving the rest of him uncovered。
He straightened the cloak and lay back。 Miriamete was still asleep beside him； her mouth partially open； her golden hair pushed out of shape。 He felt a wave of longing pass over and through him； and at the same time a sense of shame。 She was so defenseless； lying here in the wilderness； and he was her protector…what sort of knight was he； to have such feelings？ But he longed to pull her close to him； to warm her； to kiss her on that open mouth and feet her breath on his cheek。 Unfortable； he rolled over and faced the other direction。
The horses stood quietly where they had been tied； their harnesses wrapped around a low…hanging tree branch。 The sight of the saddlebags in the flat morning light suddenly filled him with a hollow kind of sadness。 Last night this had seemed a wild adventure。 Now； it seemed foolish。 Whatever Miriamele's reasons might be； they were not his own。 He owed many； many debts…to Prince Josua； who had lifted him up and knighted him； to Aditu； who had saved him； to Binabik； who had been a better friend than he deserved。 And there were also those who looked up to Simon as well； like Jeremias。 But he had deserted them all on a moment's whim。 And for what？ To force himself on Miriamele； who had some sad purpose of her own in leaving her uncle's camp。 He had left the few people who wanted him to tag along after someone who did not。
He squinted at his horse and felt his sadness deepen。 Homefinder。 That was a pretty name； wasn't it？ Simon had just run away from another home； and this time there was no good reason for it。
He sighed and sat up。 He was here and there was little to be done about it； at least right now。 He would try again to talk Miriamele into going back when she woke up。
Simon pulled his cloak about him and got to his feet。 He untied the horses； then stood at the edge
