fs.thefirstbookofswords-第47章
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stor's shaking hands was gradually dying too。
Gasping with exhaustion； his skin slippery everywhere with sweat and in places with his own blood； he took one staggering step forward。 The long； sloping hill of rubble was still before him； and he still stood at the top of it alive。 He looked round him for something； some deadwood figure； to strike at with the sword。 But none of those that were still in sight were still erect。
He could still hear； starting to fade with distance now； the myriad whining voices of the larvae…army。 Those gray ranks had split around the temple and gone on。 But not all of them。 Over a broad； fan…shaped area of the slope immediately in front of Nestor； the hill had gained a new layer of rubble。 It was the debris of a hundred gray bodies； hewn by Townsaver into chunks of melting mud。
Those fallen bodies were all quiet now。 Nothing but the returning rain moved on the whole slope。
Stray drops of rain touched Nestor's face。 And he turned round slowly in his tracks； looking dazedly at the equally dazed people who had been fighting beside him； and covering his back。 He saw that two of the men had gone down； their clubs still in hand。 And one of the women had been butchered； along with her small child。 But all of the other people were still alive。 They were mostly cowering in corners now； and some of them were hurt。 Townsaver's shrieking blur had covered almost the whole wide doorway。
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Only now did Nestor bee fully aware of the small wounds he himself had sustained； here and there。 He had tried when he could to use the sword to parry； to protect his own skin as much as possible。 But the magic power that drove the sword in bat had been in ultimate control； and it had been less interested in saving him than in hacking down the foe。
A dart was still stuck loosely in Nestor's shirt； scratching him when he moved； and drawing blood。 As he pulled the small shaft loose and threw it away he wondered whether it might be poisoned。 Too late now to worry about it if it was。
At least he could still move； in the circumstances； he could hardly ask for more。 He looked once more at the stunned survivors； who remained where they were； numbly looking back at him。 Then he scrambled down across the slope that was littered with the bodies of his foes； and up another hill of ruins。 He was heading for the highest remaining point of the temple's roof。 From up there he should be able to see a maximum distance across the swamp in every direction。
Clinging to that precarious remnant of a roof； Nestor could see in the distance the waves of the larvae…army that had broken on his strongpoint and then rolled on； rejoining like waves of water when they were past the temple。 The sight gave him a strange feeling。 The hundred larvae that he had destroyed were suddenly as nothing。
From this high place Nestor could see something else as well。 It was a sight that made him hurry down； passing as quickly as he could the people he and the sword had saved； and who had now decided that they wanted to prostrate themselves before him as before a god。 His body shaking now with fatigue； relief； and perhaps with poison； Nestor made his way down to the ground level of the temple； and then out of the building to the south。
In another moment； Draffut； who in Nestor's view from the roof had been only a distant； toylike figure； was ing around a corner of the temple from the southwest。 The giant moved in vast strides； his twolegged walk covering ground faster than any human run。 A flying dragon of moderate size； perhaps the very one that Nestor had earlier spoken to； was flitting along near Draffut's head； almost as if it were planning to attack him。 But Draffut ignored the flying thing； and it did him no harm。
The small mob of refugees had followed Nestor down to ground level。 Draffut was obviously known to them； and a very wele sight； Nestor supposed it was hope of the giant's protection that had brought them fleeing to the island in the first place。 Now they offered Draffut worship； and clamored to him at length。 The giant answered them in their own language。 With his huge hands he raised them from their knees； and touched their wounds and healed them。
Then one of his enormous hands reached out for Nestor； who once more felt its restoring power。 As his touch healed； Draffut said to him： 〃You have fought well here。 And with the use of more than ordinary powers； if what these people tell me is correct。〃
〃It probably is。 Thank you again； Healer…who…is…not…a…god。〃 The shaking was gone from Nestor's body； and the places where his small wounds had been were whole。 He felt healthy； to a degree that made the long fight just past seem as unreal as a dream。 He was surprised at a passing feeling that； along with the fear and pain； something valuable； had been wiped away。
〃Yes；〃 Nestor went on； 〃there were very many of them。 Very many； including your pet that rose up in advance of the others and tried to kill me。 The sword gave me no more than ordinary service against that one。〃
Abstractedly Draffut lifted one of his huge wrists； and the flying dragon perched on it like a falcon。 〃My airborne scouts；〃 the giant rumbled； 〃tell me that the Great Swamp is being invaded from the west by a large human army。 Its soldiers wear the black and silver of Yambu； and it may be that the queen herself is leading them。〃
〃Ah。〃 Nestor felt shaken by the news； he bent to take up again the sword he had cast down when Draffut reached out to him。 Nestor like everyone else had heard of that queen and of her power。 〃I suppose that her objective is not the conquest of the swamp。〃
〃And I suppose that it is probably the domain of Kind Sir Andrew。 The sorcerers of her army chant their spells as they march； and all across the swamp the larvae that they have cultivated from afar rise up and form in ranks to follow them。〃
〃So；〃 said Nestor。 〃We know now who is responsible for the larvae。 And why is this army being led against Sir Andrew in particular？ And why just now？〃
Draffut made a motion of his arm； so that the dragon flew up from his wrist； it had rested； and now with vigorous wingstrokes went off on its own business。 Draffut said： 〃Two of the god…swords； at least； are there now。 A tempting booty to be taken； would you not agree？〃
Nestor looked at the refugees； who were following the talk with reverence if little understanding。 He said to Draffut： 〃One sword at least is there； and that one mine。 I suppose if the Queen of Yambu knew where it was； and its importance； she might risk much to take it。 As would Duke Fraktin； or a hundred others； I am sure。 So what are we to do？ I'd risk much myself to get it back。〃
Draffut said： 〃You should go to Sir Andrew； and warn him。 And do what you can； with that you have there in your hand； to help him。 Now that we know who is raising the Gray Horde； and where it is being led； I no longer feel that I must remain in the swamp。 In fact； there is somewhere else I want to go now； and we can go part of the way together。〃
Again Draffut held brief conversation with the surviving swamp…folk。 Then he explained to Nestor： 〃I have told them that they can return to their village now； on another island not far from here。 They will be safer there than here； if powers should e seeking here for followers of mine。〃
〃What powers might those be？〃
〃I mean to go；〃 said Draffut； 〃and start an argument with the gods。 Or with some of them at least。 Are you ready to depart？〃
Nestor had no baggage to bring with him except the sword。 Which was； he now observed； an awkward thing to have to carry in one's hand for any length of time。 This difficulty loomed larger when he realized that he was going to have to ride a long way on Draffut's shoulders； and that he might at times want both hands free to hang on with。 Draffut； suggesting a solution； sent Nestor to rummage in a certain room of the temple that he had not found in his own explorations； a long…abandoned guardhouse or arsenal。 Much of the weaponry stored therein had rusted and rotted away； but Nestor turned up a copper scabba
