fs.thefirstbookofswords-第40章
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't intend to argue with you。 But perhaps you can understand why I thought you were。〃
Draffut answered thoughtfully。 〃I understand that humans often show a need for beings greater than themselves。 But I repeat that I can tell you very little about the gods。 Their ways are often beyond my understanding。 As for my own story； it is very long and I think that now is not the time for me to begin to tell it。 Right now it is more important that I learn more about your sword。〃
〃Very well。〃 Nestor looked down at the blade with which he had been halving fruit； that was not really his。 He sighed； and shook his head； thinking of the one he'd lost。 Then he explained as briefly as he could how the wagon he had been driving had been pursued； and had tipped over； and what had happened to him after that； and what he surmised might have happened to his panions。 〃So； the landwalker； which I suppose was your creature too； attacked Duke Fraktin's men in the vicinity of the wagon … or at least that's what it sounded like。 I could not stay to see who won the fight； for your messenger came to invite me to be your guest。 So； that boy may have my sword now。 Or the Duke might have it； or some of his soldiers。 As for this blade here； the boy told me that it can kill fighting men with great efficiency。 I've never put it to the test。〃
Draffut stared as if he thought a particularly interesting point had been raised。 Then the giant asked： 〃You have fought against other men at some time in the past； though？ And killed them sometimes？〃
Nestor paused warily before he answered。 〃Yes； when it seemed to me there was no way of avoiding such a fight。 Soldiering is not a profession that I'd choose to follow。〃
〃It is no more dangerous than hunting dragons； surely。〃
〃Less so； perhaps； most of the time。 Still I'd not choose it。〃 And at the same time； Nestor could not help wondering again what might have happened back at the wagon if he had turned with this sword in hand to fight the Duke's patrol。 Probably if he'd survived that by some magic； he would have had to fight the dragon too。 Almost certainly he'd now be dead； magic swords or not； just like the brother that young Einar … if that was his real name … had spoken of。 Well； he was sure he was going to die in some kind of a fight； sometime； somewhere。 But there was an inescapable fascination about the particulars。
Meanwhile Draffut stood in thoughtful silence； considering Nestor's answer。 Once the giant reached with two fingers to the pile of fruit； and popped several pieces into his mouth at once； chewing with huge fangs that appeared much better suited to a carnivorous diet。 To Nestor； this mere fact of eating somehow added force to Draffut's disclaimer of divinity though if he thought about it； he recalled that the deities were often described as feasting。
Nestor at last broke the silence with a question： 〃What do you plan to do with me？〃
Draffut roused himself from thought with a shake of his head。 〃I am sorry now that I sent dragons to bring you here； at risk of your being killed or injured。 For it seems that you can tell me little that is useful。〃
〃I would if I could。〃
〃I believe it。 I could arrange for the flying dragon to carry you out of the swamp again。〃
〃Thank you； no。 I think I would rather remain here as your guest for the next twenty years or so。 Is there some other alternative？〃
〃The number of alternatives is quite limited。 Still； I can probably arrange something to get you out of the swamp。 In which direction would you prefer to go？〃
〃I was headed with my panions toward the domain of Kind Sir Andrew； with whom I had a hunting contract to discuss。 If my friends somehow managed to survive both the dragons and the Duke's men； they are probably there now； looking for me。〃
〃And if they should still have with them your own sword。。。 〃
〃Dragonslicer。 Or； the Sword of Heroes； so Hermes told me。 Yes； it may be there too。〃
Draffut took a little time to consider before he spoke again。 〃Would you be willing to make the trip on the back of a large landwalker？ I can influence them； as you have already seen。 But they are somewhat less docile and dependable than the flying dragons。 Also I fear that the journey would probably take longer that way； several days at least。〃
〃Are there no boats to be had here in the swamp？ No people living here at all？〃 Nestor was sure that there were at least a few； grubbing around in savage conditions。 〃If it es down to the choice； I'll try to carve my own boat out of a log and paddle it out； rather than depend again on the whim of any dragon。 Regardless of what spells you may be able to put on them。〃
〃I put no spells on dragons；〃 said Draffut almost absently。 〃I am no magician。〃
〃You spoke of influencing them。。。 〃
〃As for making your own boat； I do not think that you would live for many hours in the swamp； traveling alone in any boat you could build for yourself under these conditions。 And unfortunately I cannot spare the time it would take to escort you to safe land myself。 But I will see what I can do to help you。〃
You cannot spare the time from what？ Nestor wondered。 But he kept the question to himself； the giant had already turned and was walking purposefully away。 In a few moments Draffut had vanished from Nestor's view behind a screen of trees。 His head briefly reappeared； topping a screen of shorter trees in the middle distance。 Then it sank abruptly below the treetops' level； as if he had stepped into the swamp。
Left to himself； Nestor out of curiosity soon undertook a more or less plete exploration of the temple。 In several of the rooms he examined the carvings on the walls fairly closely。 These reliefs depicted men； women； and unidentifiable other beings engaged in what Nestor took to be a variety of ritual activities； it was difficult to make out any details of what they were about。
In the room where Draffut had shown him the odd thing he called a larva； Nestor peered again into the tank。 The surface of the water was once more mirrorquiet。 On the shelf nearby waited the Old World lamp； but Nestor made no move to take it down。 He had no wish to raise the larva again。
He continued his explorations。 He was in another large chamber； pondering what appeared to be a row of empty closets； when his thoughts were interrupted by a noise。 This was a sudden outburst of shrill cries； delivered in an inhuman voice that sounded as if it were somewhere close outside the temple。 Nestor went to a doorway； sword in hand； and cautiously peered out。
A flying dragon was hovering nearby； above the courtyard。 Somewhat smaller than the one that had earlier kidnapped Nestor； it looked at him but kept its distance。 It circled a few more times； hovered some more； and shrilled at him。 It was almost as if； he thought fancifully； the beast had something it was trying to municate。
It kept on making noise until Nestor at last spoke to it； as a man alone speaks to a thing or an animal； not expecting understanding。 〃If it's Draffut you're looking for； he's not here。 He stalked off into the swamp； to the southwest； more than an hour ago。 No telling when he'll be back。〃
To Nestor's considerable surprise … after years of dealing with dragons； he considered their intelligence to be about on a par with that of barnyard fowl … the creature reacted as if it had in fact understood him。 These flying creatures must indeed be a subspecies he had never heard of。 At least it ceased its noise and flew away at once。 Whether it really headed southwest Nestor could not tell； but it flapped its way around the bulk of the temple and might have gone in that direction。
Nestor； shaking his head； went slowly back inside the building； intending to explore some more。 Looking around the place gave him something to do while he waited for Draffut； and the more he knew about his immediate environment the more secure he felt。 On the ground level he discovered one large chamber whose floor was padded with heaps of fronds and springy vines； he wondered if this was the place where Draffut rested。 Everyone agreed that gods could eat； but did they have t
