fs.thefirstbookofswords-第9章
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'。。。 no doubt that it's his arrow； I've found them on my land； near my woolbeasts。。。 〃
Mala and Marian had by now stripped off Kenn's shirt and were trying to bind up his wounds。 It looked a hopeless task。 Kenn's eyes were almost closed； only white slits of eyeball showing。 Mala went to Jord's inert form； and with tears streaming from her eyes tried to get her husband to react； to wake up to what was happening around him。 〃Husband； your oldest son is dying。 Husband； wake up。。。 Jord。。。 ah； Ardneh！ Not you too？〃
A neighbor woman hovered over Mala； trying to help。 Together they put a rolled blanket under Jord's head； as if that might be of benefit。
Mark turned from them； and sat staring at the sword。 Something less terrible to look at。 It was as if thoughts were ing and going in his head continually； but he could not grasp any of them。 Only look at the sword。 Only look。
He became aware that his mother was gripping his arm fiercely； shaking him out of his state of shock。 In a voice that was low but had a terrible power she was urging him： 〃Son； listen to me。 You must run away。 Run fast and far； and don't tell me； don't tell anyone； where you're going。 Stay out of sight； tell no one your name； and listen for word of what's happening here in Arin。 Don't think about ing home until you know it's safe。 That's your arrow in the Duke's cousin's throat； however it got there。 If the Duke should get his hands on you； he could have your eyes put out； or worse。〃
〃But。。。 〃 Mark's mind wanted to protest； to scream that none of this could be 。happening； that the world was not this mad。 His body； perhaps； knew better； for he was already standing。 His mother's dark eyes probed him。 His sister Marian looked up at him from where she still crouched with Kenn's lifeless head cradled in her lap； her blue horrified eyes framed in her loose fair hair。 All around； villagers were arguing； quarreling； in greater confusion than ever。 Falkener's hoarse voice came and went； and the wizard's unfamiliar one。
Impelled by a sudden sense of urgency； Mark moved siftly。 As if he were watching his own movements from outside his body； he saw himself bend and gather up the sword's wrapping from where Kenn had thrown it down。 He threw the blanket over the sword and gathered the blade up into it。
Of all the people in the street； only his mother and his sister seemed to be aware of what he was doing。 Mala； weeping； nodded her approval。 Marian whispered to him： 〃Walk as far as our house； then run。 Go； we'll be all right！〃
Mark muttered something to them both； he never could remember what； and started walking。 He knew； everyone in the village knew； what Duke Fraktin had done in the past to men who'd been so unlucky as to injure any of his kinfolk； even by accident。 Mark continued to move pace after pace along the once…familiar village street； the street that now could never be the same again； carrying what he hoped was an inconspicuous bundle。 He walked without looking back。 For whatever reason； there was no outcry after him。
When he reached the millhouse； instead of starting to run he turned inside。 The practical thought had occurred to him that if he ran away for very long he was going to need some food。 In the pantry he picked up a little dried meat； dried fruit； and a small loaf； unconsciously emptying his game bag of the morning's kill of rabbits in exchange。 From near his bed he grabbed up also the few spare arrows that were his。 Somehow； he'd remembered； out in the street； to sling his bow across his back again。
A few moments after he had entered the millhouse； Mark was leaving it again； this time by the back door。 This was on the eastern； upstream side of the building； and now the mill was between him and the village street。 From this point a path climbed the artificial bank beside the millwheel； which was now standing idle； and then followed the wooded riverbank out of town。 Mark met no one on the first few meters of this path。 If earlier there had been people fishing here； or village children playing along the stream； the excitement in the street had already drawn them away。
Now Mark did begin to run。 But as soon as he started running； he could feel fear growing in him； an imagined certainty of pursuit； and to conquer it he had to slow down to a walk again。 When he walked； listening carefully； he could hear no sounds of pursuit； no outcry ing after him。
He had followed the familiar path upstream for half a kilometer when he came upon the dead body of the brindled warbeast。 It had plainly been trying to crawl into a thicket when it died； caught and held by the ragged fringes of its hacked chainmail snagged on twigs。 Mark paused； staring blankly。 The animal was a female。。。 or had been； before the fight。 Now。。。 how had the creature managed to get this far？ It looked like an example of the vengeance of a god。
Chapter 2
From the place where he had e upon the dead warbeast； Mark walked steadily upstream。 He traveled the riverbank in that direction for another hour； still without meeting anyone。 By that time he was feeling acutely conscious of the blood dried on his clothing and his hands； and he stopped； long enough to wash himself； his garments； and at last the sword as clean as possible。 The washing had limited success； for by now spots of his brother's blood had dried into his shirt； and there was no getting them out by simply rubbing at them and rinsing them with water。 The sword in contrast rinsed clean at once； dirt and gore sluicing from it easily； leaving the smooth steel gleaming as if it had never been used。 Nor； despite all the shredded chainmail and the cloven shields； were its edges nicked or dulled。
Yes； Mark had known all his life that the sword called Townsaver was the work of Vulcan himself。 He'd known that fact； but was only now starting to grasp something of its full meaning。 But maybe the sword would rust。。。
Dressed again； in wet clothes； Mark hurried on。 He had made no conscious decision about where he was going。 The path was so familiar that his feet bore him along it automatically。 He kept putting more distance between himself and his home without having to plan a route。 From hunting and fishing trips he knew the way so well here that he thought he'd be able to keep on going confidently even。after dark。 At intervals he waded into the shallow stream； crossing and recrossing it； sometimes trudging in the water for long stretches。 If the Duke's men were going to e after him with keen…nosed tracking beasts； it might help。。。
He feared pursuit； and listened for it constantly。 But when he tried to picture in his mind exactly what form it would take； it looked in his imagination rather like the militia that Kenn had had to join and drill with periodically。 That was not a very terrifying picture。 But of course the pursuit wouldn't really be like that。 It might include tracking beasts； and aerial scouts； and cavalry； and warbeasts too。。。 again Mark saw； with the vividness of recent memory； the mangled body of the catlike creature that had tried like some hurt pet to crawl away and hide。。。
His thoughts never could get far from the burden that he was carrying； the awkward bundle tucked at this moment under his right arm； wrapped up in a blanket newly stained。 Townsaver； let the gods name it whatever they liked； hadn't really saved the town at all。 Because it was not the town that the intruders had been trying to attack。 They had been after the eminent visitor； and nothing else。 （And here Mark wondered again just what a seneschal might be。）
Mark supposed that the intruders had been bandits； planning a kidnapping for ransom … everyone knew that such things happened to the wealthy from time to time。 Of course as a rule they didn't happen to members of the Duke's family。 But perhaps the bandits hadn't known just who their intended victim was； they'd seen only that he must be rich。
And the victim had e to the village in the first place only because of the sword itself； that was what he had wanted to see and hold； what he would probably have taken away with him if he could。 If only he had。。。
The killing of Jord and of Kyril had probabl
