anner.bloodandgold(v2)-第123章
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Looking to his right and left； he saw entrances to other such open places。 And following the sounds and scents as any blood drinker could do； he moved to his right until he entered a great room where his Maker sat as he had seen her at the very beginning of his long life； in a graceful gown of purple wool； pulling the red hairs from her head and weaving them into thread with her distaff and her spindle。
For many long moments he merely stared at her； as if he could not believe this vision。
And she in profile； surely knowing he was there； went on with her work； without speaking a word to him。
Across the room； he saw Marius seated on a bench and then he realized that a regal and beautiful woman sat beside him。 Surely it was Pandora。 Indeed； he knew her by her brown hair。 And there on the other side of Marius was the auburn…haired boy he had described： Amadeo。
But there was also another creature in the room； and this without doubt was the black…haired Santino。 He sat not far from Maharet； and when Thorne entered； he appeared to shrink away from Thorne； and then glancing at Marius to draw back again； and finally towards Maharet as if in desperation。
Coward； Thorne thought； but he said nothing。
Slowly Maharet turned her head until she could see Thorne； and so that he could see her eyes…human eyes…sad and full of blood； as always。
〃What can I give you； Thorne？〃 she asked； 〃to make your soul quiet again？〃
He shook his head。 He motioned for silence； not to pel her but merely to plead with her。
And in the interval Marius rose to his feet； and at once Pandora and Amadeo on either side of him。
〃I've thought long and hard on it；〃 Marius said； his eyes on Santino。
〃And I can't destroy him if you forbid it。 I won't break the peace with such an action。 I believe too much that we must live by rules or we shall all perish。〃
〃Then it is finished；〃 said Maharet； her familiar voice bringing the chills to Thorne； 〃for I'll never grant you the right to destroy Santino。
Yes； he injured you and it was a terrible thing； and I have heard you in the night describing your suffering to Thorne。 I've listened to your words in sorrow。 But you can't destroy him now。 I forbid it。 And if you go against me； then there is no one who can restrain anyone。〃
〃That can't be；〃 said Marius。 His face was dark and miserable。 He glared at Santino。 〃There must be someone to restrain others。 Yet I can't bear it that he lives after what he's done to me。〃
To Thorne's amazement the youthful face of Amadeo appeared only puzzled。
As for Pandora； she seemed sad and anxious； as though she feared that Marius wouldn't keep to his word。
But Thorne knew otherwise。
And as he assessed this black…haired creature now； Santino rose from the bench and backed away from Thorne； pointing his finger at Thorne in terror。 But it was not quick enough。
Thorne sent all his strength at Santino and all Santino could do as he fell to his knees was cry out： 〃Thorne；〃 over and over again； his body exploding； the blood flowing from every orifice； the fire finally erupting from his chest and head as he twisted and collapsed on the stone floor； the flames at last consuming him。
Maharet had let out a terrible wail of sorrow； and into the large room her twin had e； her blue eyes searching for the source of pain in her sister。
Maharet rose to her feet。 She looked down on the grease and ash that lay before her。
Thorne looked at Marius。 He saw a small bitter smile on Marius's lips； and then Marius looked to him and nodded。
〃I need no thanks from you；〃 Thorne said。
Then he looked to Maharet who was weeping； her sister now holding tight to her arms； and pleading mutely with her to explain herself。
〃 Wergeld； my Maker；〃 said Thorne。 〃As it was in my time； I exact the wergeld or payment for my own life； which you took when you made me a blood drinker。 I take it through Santino's life； which I take beneath your roof。〃
〃Yes； and against my will；〃 Maharet cried。 〃You have done this terrible thing！ And Marius； your own friend； has told you that I must rule here。〃
〃If you would rule here； do it on your own；〃 said Thorne。 〃Don't look to Marius to tell you how to do it。 Ah； look at your precious distaff and spindle。 How will you protect the Sacred Core if you have no strength to fight those who oppose you？〃
She couldn't answer him； and he could see that Marius was angered； and that Mekare looked at him with menace。
He came towards Maharet； staring intently at her； at her smooth face which now bore no trace whatever of human life； the florid human eyes seemingly set within a sculpture。
〃Would I had a knife；〃 he said； 〃would I had a sword； would I had any weapon I could use against you。〃 And then he did the only thing which he could do。 He took her by the throat with both his hands and tried to topple her。
It was like holding fast to marble。
At once there came a frantic cry from her。 He couldn't understand the words； but when her sister drew him back gently he knew it had been a warning for his sake。 He reached out still with both hands； struggling to be free； but it was useless。
These two were unconquerable； either divided or together； it did not matter。
〃Put an end to this； Thorne；〃 cried Marius。 〃It's enough。 She knows what's in your heart。 You can't ask for more than this。〃
Maharet collapsed to her bench and there she sat crying； her sister at her side； Mekare's eyes fixed on Thorne warily。
Thorne could see that all of them were afraid of Mekare； but he was not； and when he thought of Santino again； when he looked at the black stain on the stones； he felt a good deep pleasure。
Then moving swiftly； he accosted the mute twin and whispered something hurried in her ear； meant only for her； wondering if she would get the sense of it。
Within a second he knew that she had。 As Maharet watched in wonder； Mekare forced him down on his knees。 She clasped his face and turned it up。 And then he felt her fingers plunge into the sockets of his eyes as she removed them。
〃Yes； yes； this blessed darkness；〃 he said； 〃and then the chains； I beg you； the chains。 Otherwise do away with me。〃
Through Marius's mind； he could see the image of himself groping in blindness。 He could see the blood flowing down his face。 He could see Maharet as Mekare put the eyes into her head。 He could see those two tall delicate women with their arms entangled； the one struggling but not enough and the other pressing for the deed to be acplished。
Then he felt others gathered around him。 He felt the fabric of their garments； he felt their smooth hands。
And only in the distance could he hear Maharet weeping。
The chains were being put around him。 He felt their thick links and knew he could not break loose from them。 And being dragged further away； he said nothing。
The blood flowed from his eye sockets。 He knew it。 And in some quiet empty place he was now bound exactly as he had dreamt of it。 Only she wasn't close。 She wasn't close at all。 He heard the jungle sounds。 And he longed for the winter cold； and this place was too warm and too full of the perfume of flowers。
But he would get used to the heat。 He would get used to the rich fragrances。
〃Maharet；〃 he whispered。
He saw what they saw again； in another room； as they looked at each other； all of them talking in hushed voices of his fate and none fully understanding it。 He knew that Marius was pleading for him； and he knew that Maharet whom he saw so vividly through their eyes was as beautiful now as she had been when she made him。
Suddenly she was gone from the group。 And they talked in shadows without her。
Then he felt her hand on his cheek。 He knew it。 He knew the soft wool of her gown。 He knew her lips when she kissed him。
〃You do have my eyes；〃 he said。
〃Oh； yes；〃 she said。 〃I see wondrously through them。〃
〃And these chains； are they made of your hair？〃
〃Yes；〃 she answered。 〃From hair to thread； from thread to rope； from rope to links； I have woven them。〃
〃My weaving one；〃 he said； smiling。 〃And when you weave them now；〃 he as
