rh.royalassassin-第6章
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〃Burrich？〃 I asked incredulously。
〃Burrich？ Would that he were here； my lord！ He may be the stablemaster； but for all that； I warrant he is more of a healer than this Wallace who doses and sweats you。〃
〃Wallace？ Burrich is not here？〃
The Fool's face grew graver。 〃No； my king。 He remained in the Mountains； as well you know。〃
〃Your king；〃 I said； and attempted to laugh。 〃Such mockery。〃
〃Never； my lord；〃 he said gently。 〃Never。〃
His tenderness confused me。 This was not the Fool I knew； full of twisting words and riddles； of sly jabs and puns and cunning insults。 I felt suddenly stretched thin as old rope； and as frayed。 Still； I tried to piece things together。 〃Then I am in Buckkeep？〃
He nodded slowly。 〃Of course you are。〃 Worry pinched his mouth。
I was silent； plumbing the full depth of my betrayal。 Somehow I had been returned to Buckkeep。 Against my will。 Burrich had not even seen fit to acpany me。
〃Let me get you some food；〃 the Fool begged me。 〃You always feel better after you have eaten。〃 He rose。 〃I brought it up hours ago。 I've kept it warm by the hearth。〃
My eyes followed him wearily。 At the big hearth he crouched； to coach a covered tureen away from the edge of the fire。 He lifted the lid and I smelled rich beef stew。 He began to ladle it into a bowl。 It had been months since I'd had beef。 In the Mountains； it was all venison and mutton and goat's flesh。 My eyes wandered wearily about the room。 The heavy tapestries； the massive wooden chairs。 The heavy stones of the fireplace； the richly worked bed hangings。 I knew this place。 This was the King's bedchamber at Buckkeep。 Why was I here； in the King's own bed？ I tried to ask the Fool； but another spoke with my lips。 〃I know too many things； Fool。 I can no longer stop myself from knowing them。 Sometimes it is as if another controlled my will； and pushed my mind where I would rather it did not go。 My walls are breached。 It all pours in like a tide。〃 I drew a deep breath； 'but I could not stave it off。 First a chill tingling； then as if I were immersed in a swift flowing of cold water。 〃A rising tide；〃 I gasped。 〃Bearing ships。 Red…keeled ships 。。。〃
The Fool's eyes widened in alarm。 〃In this season； Your Majesty？ Surely not！ Not in winter！〃
My breath was pressed tight in my chest。 I struggled to speak。 〃The winter has crept in too softly。 She has spared us both her storms and her protection。 Look。 Look out there； across the water。 See？ They e。 They e from the fog。〃
I lifted my arm to point。 The Fool came hastily； to stand beside me。 He crouched to peer where I pointed； but I knew he could not see。 Still； he loyally placed a hesitant hand on my thin shoulder； and stared as if he could will away the walls and the miles that stood between him and my vision。 I longed to be as blind as he。 I clasped the long…fingered pale hand that rested on my shoulder。 For a moment I looked down at my withered hand； at the royal signet ring that clung to a bony finger behind a swollen knuckle。 Then my reluctant gaze was drawn up and my vision taken afar。
My pointing hand indicated the quiet harbor。 I struggled to sit up taller； to see more。 The darkened town spread out before me like a patchwork of houses and roads。 Fog lay in hollows and was thick upon the bay。 Weather change ing； I thought to myself。 Something stirred in the air that chilled me； cooling the old sweat on my skin so that I shivered。 Despite the blackness of the night and the fog； I had no difficulty in seeing everything perfectly。 Skill watching I told myself； and then wondered。 I could not Skill； not predictably； not usefully。
But as I watched； two ships broke out of the mists and emerged into the sleeping harbor。 I forgot what I could or could not do。 They were sleek and trim； those ships； and though they were black under the moonlight； I knew their keels were red。 Red…Ship Raiders from the Outislands。 The ships moved like knives through the wavelets； cutting their way clear of the fog； slicing into the protected water of the harbor like a thin blade slicing into a pig's belly。 The oars moved silently； in perfect unison； oarlocks muffled with rags。 They came alongside the docks as boldly as honest merchants e to trade。 From the first boat； a sailor leaped lightly； carrying a line to make fast to a piling。 An oarsman fended her off the dock until the aft line was thrown and made fast as well。 All so calmly； so blatantly。 The second ship was following their example。 The dreaded Red…Ships had e into town； bold as gulls； and tied up at their victims home dock。
No sentry cried out。 No watchman blew a horn； or threw a torch onto a waiting heap of pitchpine to kindle a signal fire。 I looked for them； and instantly found them。 Heads on chests； they were idling at their posts。 Good woolen homespun had gone from gray to red sopping up the blood of their slit throats。 Their killers had e quietly； overland； sure of each sentry post； to silence every watcher。 No one would warn the sleeping town。
There had not been that many sentries。 There was not much to this little town； scarce enough to deserve a dot on the map。 The town had counted on the humbleness of its possessions to shelter it from raids such as this。 Good wool they grew there； and they spun a fine yarn； it was true。 They harvested and smoked the salmon that came right up their river； and the apples here were tiny but sweet； and they made a good wine。 There was a fine clam beach to the west of town。 These were the riches of Siltbay； and if they were not great； they were enough to make life treasured by those who lived here。 Surely； though； they were not worth ing after with a torch and a blade。 What sane man would think a keg of apple wine or a rack of smoked salmon worth a raider's time？
But these were Red…Ships； and they did not e to raid for wealth or treasures。 They were not after prize breeding cattle or even women for wives or boys for galley slaves。 The wool…fat sheep would be mutilated and slaughtered； the smoked salmon trampled underfoot； the warehouses of fleeces and wines torched。 They would take hostages； yes； but only to Forge them。 The Forge magic would leave them less than human； bereft of all emotions and any but the most basic thoughts。 The Raiders would not keep these hostages； but would abandon them here； to work their debilitating anguish upon those who had loved them and called them kin。 Stripped of every human sensitivity； Forged ones would scour their homeland as pitilessly as wolverines。 This setting of our own kin to prey upon us as Forged ones was the Outislanders' cruelest weapon。 This I already knew as I watched。 I had seen the aftermath of other raids。
I watched the tide of death rise to inundate the little town。 The Outislander pirates leaped from the ship to the docks and flowed up into the village。 They trickled silently up the streets in bands of twos and threes； as deadly as poison unfurling in wine。 Some few paused to search the other vessels tied to the dock。 Most of the boats were small open dories； but there were two larger fishing vessels and one trader。 Their crews met swift death。 Their frantic struggles were as pathetic as fowl flapping and squawking when a weasel gets into the chicken house。 They called out to me with voices full of blood。 The thick fog gulped their cries greedily。 It made the death of a sailor no more than the keening of a seabird。 Afterward； the boats were torched； carelessly； with no thought to their value as spoils。 These Raiders took no real booty。 Perhaps a handful of coins if easily found； or a necklace from the body of one they had raped and killed； but little more than that。
I could do nothing except watch。 I coughed heavily； then found a breath to speak。 〃If only I could understand them；〃 I said to the Fool。 〃If only I knew what they wanted。 There is no sense to these Red…Ships。 How can we fight those who war for a reason they will not divulge？ But if I could understand them 。。。〃
The Fool pursed his pale lips and considered。 〃They partake of the madness of he who drives them。 They can only be understood if you share that madness。 I myself have no w
