srdonaldson.theillearthwar-第93章

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s　orbs；　and　drifted　upward　through　his　eyebrows。　But　he　said　nothing；　and　Mhoram　continued。
　〃The　people　of　the　Land　fight　a　war　against　the　Despiser；　the　ancient　tree　ravager。　His　great　army　has　driven　us　here；　and　the　last　battle　now　rages　in　Cravenhaw。　Without　your　aid；　we　will　surely　be　destroyed。　But　with　our　death；　the　Land　bees　defenseless。　Then　the　tree　ravager　will　make　war　upon　all　the　Forest…upon　the　trees　in　beautiful　Andelain；　upon　slumbering　Grimmerdhore　and　restless　Morinmoss。　In　the　end；　he　will　attack　the　Deep　and　you。　He　must　be　defeated　now。〃
　The　Forestal　appeared　unmoved　by　this　appeal。　Instead　of　replying　to　it；　he　hummed　darkly；　〃You　spoke　of　a　Raven〃
　〃The　army　which　destroys　us　even　now　is　manded　by　a　Raver；　one　of　the　three　decimators　of　the　One　Forest。〃
　〃Give　me　a　token　that　you　speak　the　truth。〃
　Lord　Mhoram　did　not　dare　hesitate。　Though　the　ground　he　trod　was　pletely　trackless；　unmapped　by　any　lore　but　his　own　intuition；　he　answered　promptly；　〃He　is　moksha　Raver；　also　named　Jehannum　and　Fleshharrower。　In　ages　long　past；　he　and　turiya　his　brother　taught　the　despising　of　trees　to　the　once　friendly　Demondim。　Samadhi　his　brother　guided　the
　monarch　of　Doriendor　Corishev　when　that　mad　king　sought　to　master　the　life　and　death　of　the　One　Forest。〃
　〃Moksha　Raven〃　Caerroil　Wildwood　trilled　lightly；　dangerously。　〃I　have　a　particular　hunger　for　Ravers。〃
　〃Their　might　is　greatly　increased　now。　They　share　the　unnatural　power　of　the　Illearth　Stone。〃
　〃I　care　nothing　for　that；〃　the　Forestal　replied　almost　brusquely。　〃But　you　offered　m　Raver　to　me。　How　can　that　be　done；　when　he　defeats　you　even　now？〃
　The　sounds　of　battle　came　inexorably　nearer　as　the　Warward　was　driven　back。　Lord　Mhoram　heard　less　bat　and　more　slaughter　with　every　passing　moment。　And　he　could　feel　Warmark　Troy　panting　behind　him。　With　all　his　hard　won　serenity；　he　answered；　〃That　is　the　boon　I　ask；　Caerroil　Wildwood。　I　ask　safe　passage　for　all　my　people　through　Garroting　Deep。　This　boon　will　deliver　moksha　Raver　into　your　hands。　He　and　all　his　army；　all　his　ur…viles　and　Cavewights　and　creatures；　will　be　yours。　When　the　Raver　sees　that　we　flee　into　the　Deep　and　are　not　destroyed；　he　will　follow。　He　will　believe　that　you　are　weak…or　that　you　have　passed　away。　His　hatred　for　us；　and　for　the　trees；　will　drive　him　and　all　his　force　into　your　demesne。〃
　A　moment　that　throbbed　urgently　in　Mhoram's　ears　passed　while　Caerroil　Wildwood　considered。　The　battle　noise　seemed　to　say　that　soon　there　would　be　nothing　of　the　Wayward　left　to　save。　But　Mhoram　faced　the　Forestal；　and　waited
　At　last；　the　Forestal　nodded。　〃It　is　a　worthy　bargain；〃　he　sang　slowly。　〃The　trees　are　eager　to　fight　again。　I　am　prepared。　But　there　is　a　small　price　to　be　paid　for　my　help…and　for　the　tainting　of　my　song。〃
　The　upsurge　of　Mhoram's　hope　suddenly　gave　way　to　fear；　and　he　spun　to　try　to　stop　Warmark　Troy。　But　before　he　could　shout　a　warning；　Troy　said　fervidly；　〃Then　I'll　pay　it！　I'll　pay　anything。　My　army　is　being　slaughtered。〃
　Mhoram　winced　at　the　irrevocable　promise；　tried　to　protest。　But　the　Forestal　sang　keenly；　〃Very　well。　I

　accept　your　payment。　Bring　your　army　cautiously　among　the　trees。〃
　Troy　reacted　instantly；　he　whirled；　leaped　for　Mehryl's　back。　Some　instinct　guided　him；　he　landed　astride　the　Ranyhyn　as　securely　as　if　he　could　see。　At　once；　he　went　galloping　toward　the　battle；　yelling　with　all　his　strength；　〃Quaan！　Retreat！　Retreat！〃
　The　Warward　was　collapsing　as　he　shouted。　The　ranks　of　the　warriors　were　broken；　and　Fleshharrower's　creatures　ranged　bloodily　among　them。　More　than　two…thirds　of　the　Eoward　had　already　fallen。　But　something　in　Troy's　mand　galvanized　the　warriors　for　a　final　exertion。　Breaking　away；　they　turned　and　ran。
　Their　sudden　flight　opened　a　brief　gap　between　them　and　Fleshharrower's　army。　At　once；　Lord　Callindrill　set　himself　to　widen　the　gap。　Protected　by　a　circle　of　Bloodguard；　he　unleashed　a　lightning　fire　that　caught　in　the　grass　and　crackled　across　the　front　of　the　foe。　His　blast　did　little　damage；　but　it　caused　the　Raver's　forces　to　hesitate　one　instant　in　their　pursuit。　Using　that　instant；　he　followed　the　warriors。　Together　the　survivors…hardly　more　than　ten　Eoward　…ran　straight　toward　Mhoram。
　When　he　saw　them　ing；　Lord　Mhoram　went　out　to　meet　Troy。　He　pulled　the　Warmark　from　Mehryl's　back…it　was　not　safe　to　ride　under　the　branches　of　the　Deep…took　his　arm；　and　guided　him　toward　the　trees。　The　fleeing　warriors　were　almost　on　their　heels　when　Mhoram　and　Troy　strode　into　Garroting　Deep。
　Caerroil　Wildwood　had　vanished；　but　his　song　remained。　It　seemed　to　resonate　lightly　off　every　leaf　in　the　Forest。　Mhoram　could　feel　it　piloting　him；　and　he　followed　it　implicitly。　Behind　him；　he　heard　the　warriors　consummating　their　exhaustion　in　a　last　rush　toward　sanctuary　or　death。　He　heard　Quaan　shouting　as　if　from　a　great　distance　that　all　survivors　were　now　among　the　trees。　But　he　did　not　look　back。　The　Forestal's　song　exercised　a　fascination　over　him。　Gripping　Troy's　arm　and　peering　steadily　ahead　into　the　gloom；　he　moved　at　a　brisk　walk　along　the　path　of　the　melody。
　With　Callindrill；　Troy；　Quaan；　Amorine；　twoscore　Bloodguard；　all　the　Ranyhyn；　and　more　than　four　thousand　warriors；　Lord　Mhoram　passed　for　a　time　out　of　the　world　of　humankind。
　Slowly；　the　music　transmuted　his　conscious　alertness；　drew　him　into　a　kind　of　trance。　He　felt　that　he　was　still　aware　of　everything；　but　that　now　nothing　touched　him。　He　could　see　the　onset　of　evening　in　the　altered　dimness　of　the　Deep；　but　he　felt　no　passage　of　time。　In　openings　between　the　trees；　he　could　see　the　Westron　Mountains。　By　the　changing　positions　of　the　peaks；　he　could　gauge　his　speed。　He　appeared　to　be　moving　faster　than　a　galloping　Ranyhyn。　But　he　felt　no　exertion　or　strain　of　travel。　The　breath　of　the　song　wafted　him　ahead；　as　if　he　and　his　panions　were　being　inhaled　by　the　Deep。　It　was　a　weird；　dreamy　passage；　a　soul　journey；　full　of　speed　he　could　not　experience　and　events　he　could　not　feel。
　Night　came…the　moon　was　pletely　dark…but　he　did　not　lose　sight　of　his　way。　Some　hint　of　light　in　the　grass　and　leaves　and　song　made　his　path　clear　to　him；　and　he　went　on　confidently；　untouched　by　any　need　for　rest。　The　Forestal's　song　released　him　from　mortality；　wrapped　him　in　careless　peace。
　Sometime　during　the　darkness；　he　heard　the　change　of　the　song。　The　alteration　had　no　effect　on　him；　but　he　understood　its　meaning。　Though　the　Forest　swallowed　every　other　sound；　so　that　no　howls　or　screams　or　cries　reached　his　ears；　he　knew　that　Fleshharrower's　army　was　being　destroyed。　The　song　described　ages　of　waiting　hate；　of　grief　over　vast　tracts　of　kindred　lost；　ages　of　slow　rage　which　climbed　through　the　sap　of　the　woods　until　every　limb　and　leaf　shared　it；　lived　it；　ached　to　act。　And　through　that　melodic　narration　came　whispers　of　death　as　roots　and　boughs　and　trunks　moved　together　to　crush　and　rend。
　Against　the　immense　Deep；　even　Fleshharrower's　army　was　small　and　defenseless…a　paltry　insult　hurled　against　an　ocean。　The　trees　brushed　aside　the　power　of　the　ur…viles　and　the　strength　of　the　Cavewights　and　the　mad；　cornered；　desperate　fear　of　all　the　other　creatures。　Led　by　Caerroil　Wildwood's　song；
　they　simply　throttled　the　invaders。　Flames　were　stamped　out；　blade　wielders　were　slain；　lore　and　force　were　overwhelmed。　Then　the　trees　drank　the　blood　and　ate　the　bodies…eradicated　every　trace　of　the　enemy　in　an　apotheosis　of　ancient　and　exquisite　fury。
　When　the　song　resumed　its　former　placid　wafting；　it　seemed　to　breathe　grim　satisfaction　and　victory。
　Soon　after　that…Mhoram　thought　it　was　soon…a　rumble　like　thunder　passed　over　the　woods。　At　first；　he　thought　that　he　was　hearing　Fleshharrower's　death　struggle。　But　then　he　saw　that　the　sound　had　an　entirely　different　source。　Far　ahead　and　to　the　west；　some　terrible　violence　occurred　in　the　mountains。　Red　fires　spouted　from　one　part　of　the　range。　After　every　eruption；　a　concussion　rolled　over　the　Deep；　and　a　coruscating　exhaust　paled　the　night　sky。　But　Mhoram　was　immune　to　it。　He　watched　it　with　interest；　but　the　song　wrapped　him　in　its　enchantments　and　preserved　him　from　all　care。
　And　he　felt　no　concern