rh.conanthewarrior-第44章

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d　me　to　drop；　but　they　were　too　slow；　taken　by　surprise　like　that。
　　〃Most　of　them　fell　at　the　first　volley　that　raked　us　from　both　sides。　Some　of　the　arrows　crossed　the　trail　and　struck　Picts　on　the　other　side。　I　heard　them　howl。〃　He　grinned　with　vicious　satisfaction。　〃Such　of　us　as　were　left　plunged　into　the　woods　and　closed　with　them。　When　I　saw　the　others　were　all　down　or　taken；　I　broke　through　and　outfooted　the　painted　devils　through　the　darkness。　They　were　all　around　me。　I　ran　and　crawled　and　sneaked；　and　sometimes　I　lay　on　my　belly　under　the　bushes　while　they　passed　me　on　all　sides。
　　〃I　tried　for　the　shore　and　found　it　lined　with　them；　waiting　for　just　such　a　move。　But　i'd　have　cut　my　way　through　and　taken　a　chance　on　swimming；　only　I　heard　the　drums　pounding　in　the　village　and　knew　they'd　taken　somebody　alive。
　　〃They　were　all　so　engrossed　in　Zogar's　magic　that　I　was　able　to　climb　the　wall　behind　the　altar…hut。　There　was　a　warrior　supposed　to　be　watching　at　that　point；　but　he　was　squatting　behind　the　hut　and　peering　around　the　corner　at　the　ceremony。　I　came　up　behind　him　and　broke　his　neck　with　my　hands　before　he　knew　what　was　happening。　It　was　his　spear　I　threw　into　the　snake；　and　that's　his　ax　you're　carrying。〃
　　〃But　what　was　that…that　thing　you　killed　in　the　altar…hut？〃　asked　Balthus；　with　a　shiver　at　the　memory　of　the　dim…seen　horror。
　　〃One　of　Zogar's　gods。　One　of　Jhebbal's　children　that　didn't　remember　and　had　to　be　kept　chained　to　the　altar。　A　bull　ape。　The　Picts　think　they're　sacred　to　the　Hairy　One　who　lives　on　the　moon…the　gorilla…god　of　Gullah。
　　〃It's　getting　light。　Here's　a　good　place　to　hide　until　we　see　how　close　they're　on　our　trail。　Probably　have　to　wait　until　night　to　break　back　to　the　river。〃
　　A　low　hill　pitched　upward；　girdled　and　covered　with　thick　trees　and　bushes。　Near　the　crest　Conan　slid　into　a　tangle　of　jutting　rocks；　crowned　by　dense　bushes。　Lying　among　them　they　could　see　the　jungle　below　without　being　seen。　It　was　a　good　place　to　hide　or　defend。　Balthus　did　not　believe　that　even　a　Pict　could　have　trailed　them　over　the　rocky　ground　for　the　past　four　or　five　miles；　but　he　was　afraid　of　the　beasts　that　obeyed　Zogar　Sag。　His　faith　in　the　curious　symbol　wavered　a　little　now。　But　Conan　had　dismissed　the　possibility　of　beasts　tracking　them。
　　A　ghostly　whiteness　spread　through　the　dense　branches；　the　patches　of　sky　visible　altered　in　hue；　grew　from　pink　to　blue。　Balthus　felt　the　gnawing　of　hunger；　though　he　had　slaked　his　thirst　at　a　stream　they　had　skirted。　There　was　plete　silence；　except　for　an　occasional　chirp　of　a　bird。　The　drums　were　no　longer　to　be　heard。　Balthus'　thoughts　reverted　to　the　grim　scene　before　the　altar…hut。
　　〃Those　were　ostrich　plumes　Zogar　Sag　wore；〃　he　said。　〃I've　seen　them　on　the　helmets　of　knights　who　rode　from　the　East　to　visit　the　barons　of　the　marches。　There　are　no　ostriches　in　this　forest；　are　there？〃
　　〃They　came　from　Kush；〃　answered　Conan。　〃West　of　here；　many　marches；　lies　the　seashore。　Ships　from　Zingara　occasionally　e　and　trade　weapons　and　ornaments　and　wine　to　the　coastal　tribes　for　skins　and　copper　ore　and　gold　dust。　Sometimes　they　trade　ostrich　plumes　they　got　from　the　Stygians；　who　in　turn　got　them　from　the　black　tribes　of　Kush；　which　lies　south　of　Stygia。　The　Pictish　shamans　place　great　store　by　them。　But　there's　much　risk　in　such　trade。　The　Picts　are　too　likely　to　try　to　seize　the　ship。　And　the　coast　is　dangerous　to　ships。　I've　sailed　along　it　when　I　was　with　the　pirates　of　the　Barachan　Isles；　which　lie　southwest　of　Zingara。〃
　　Balthus　looked　at　his　panion　with　admiration。
　　〃I　knew　you　hadn't　spent　your　life　on　this　frontier。　You've　mentioned　several　far　places。　You've　traveled　widely？〃
　　〃I've　roamed　far；　farther　than　any　other　man　of　my　race　ever　wandered。　I've　seen　all　the　great　cities　of　the　Hyborians；　the　Shemites；　the　Stygians；　and　the　Hyrkanians。　I've　roamed　in　the　unknown　countries　south　of　the　black　kingdoms　of　Kush；　and　east　of　the　Sea　of　Vilayet。　I've　been　a　mercenary　captain；　a　corsair；　a　kozak；　a　penniless　vagabond；　a　general…hell；　I've　been　everything　except　a　king　of　a　civilized　country；　and　I　may　be　that；　before　I　die。〃　The　fancy　pleased　him；　and　he　grinned　hardly。　Then　he　shrugged　his　shoulders　and　stretched　his　mighty　figure　on　the　rocks。　〃This　is　as　good　a　life　as　any。　I　don't　know　how　long　I'll　stay　on　the　frontier；　a　week；　a　month；　a　year。　I　have　a　roving　foot。　But　it's　as　well　on　the　border　as　anywhere。〃
　　Balthus　set　himself　to　watch　the　forest　below　them。　Momentarily　he　expected　to　see　fierce　painted　faces　thrust　through　the　leaves。　But　as　the　hours　passed　no　stealthy　footfall　disturbed　the　brooding　quiet。　Balthus　believed　the　Picts　had　missed　their　trail　and　given　up　the　chase。　Conan　grew　restless。
　　〃We　should　have　sighted　parties　scouring　the　woods　for　us。　If　they've　quit　the　chase；　it's　because　they're　after　bigger　game。　They　may　be　gathering　to　cross　the　river　and　storm　the　fort。〃
　　〃Would　they　e　this　far　south　if　they　lost　the　trail？〃
　　〃They've　lost　the　trail；　all　right；　otherwise　they'd　have　been　on　our　necks　before　now。　Under　ordinary　circumstances　they'd　scour　the　woods　for　miles　in　every　direction。　Some　of　them　should　have　passed　without　sight　of　this　hill。　They　must　be　preparing　to　cross　the　river。　We've　got　to　take　a　chance　and　make　for　the　river。〃
　　Creeping　down　the　rocks　Balthus　felt　his　flesh　crawl　between　his　shoulders　as　he　momentarily　expected　a　withering　blast　of　arrows　from　the　green　masses　above　them。　He　feared　that　the　Picts　had　discovered　them　and　were　lying　about　in　ambush。　But　Conan　was　convinced　no　enemies　were　near；　and　the　Cimmerian　was　right。
　　〃We're　miles　to　the　south　of　the　village；〃　grunted　Conan。　〃We'll　hit　straight　through　for　the　river。　I　don't　know　how　far　down　the　river　they've　spread；　We'll　hope　to　hit　it　below　them。〃
　　With　haste　that　seemed　reckless　to　Balthus　they　hurried　eastward。　The　woods　seemed　empty　of　life。　Conan　believed　that　all　the　Picts　were　gathered　in　the　vicinity　of　Gwawela；　if；　indeed；　they　had　not　already　crossed　the　river。　He　did　not　believe　they　would　cross　in　the　daytime；　however。
　　〃Some　woodsman　would　be　sure　to　see　them　and　give　the　alarm。　They'll　cross　above　and　below　the　fort；　out　of　sight　of　the　sentries。　Then　others　will　get　in　canoes　and　make　straight　across　for　the　river　wall。　As　soon　as　they　attack；　those　hidden　in　the　woods　on　the　east　shore　will　assail　the　fort　from　the　other　sides。　They've　tried　that　before；　and　got　the　guts　shot　and　hacked　out　of　them。　But　this　time　they've　got　enough　men　to　make　a　real　onslaught　of　it。〃
　　They　pushed　on　without　pausing；　though　Balthus　gazed　longingly　at　the　squirrels　flitting　among　the　branches；　which　he　could　have　brought　down　with　a　cast　of　his　ax。　With　a　sigh　he　drew　up　his　broad　belt。　The　everlasting　silence　and　gloom　of　the　primitive　forest　was　beginning　to　depress　him。　He　found　himself　thinking　of　the　open　groves　and　sun…dappled　meadows　of　the　Tauran；　of　the　bluff　cheer　of　his　father's　steep…thatched；　diamond…paned　house；　of　the　fat　cows　browsing　through　the　deep　lush　grass；　and　the　hearty　fellowship　of　the　brawny；　bare…armed　plowmen　and　herdsmen。
　　He　felt　lonely；　in　spite　of　his　panion。　Conan　was　as　much　a　part　of　this　wilderness　as　Balthus　was　alien　to　it。　The　Cimmerian　might　have　spent　years　among　the　great　cities　of　the　world；　he　might　have　walked　with　the　rulers　of　civilization；　he　might　even　achieve　his　wild　whim　some　day　and　rule　as　king　of　a　civilized　nation；　stranger　things　had　happened。　But　he　was　no　less　a　barbarian。　He　was　concerned　only　with　the　naked　fundamentals　of　life。　The　warm　intimacies　of　small；　kindly　things；　the　sentiments　and　delicious　trivialities　that　make　up　so　much　of　civilized　men's　lives　were　meaningless　to　him。　A　wolf　was　no　less　a　wolf　because　a　whim　of　chance　caused　him　to　run　with　the　watch…dogs。　Bloodshed　and　violence　and　savagery　were　the　natural　elements　of　the　life　Conan　knew；　he　could　not；　and　would　never；　understand　the　little　things　that　are　so　dear　to　civilized　men　and　women。
　　The　shadows　were　lengthening　when　they　reached　the　river　and　peered　through　the　masking　bushes。　They　could　see　up　and　down　the　river　for