rz.thegunsofavalon-第6章
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did I set about paying back those who had used me poorly。 I took up my old trade on the highways once again and I gained me another band of followers。 We grew。 When there were hundreds of us our needs were considerable。 We would ride into a small town and make it ours。 The local militia would fear us。 This； too； was a good life； though not so splendid as the Avalon I never shall know again。 All the roadside inns came to fear the thunder of our mounts； and travelers would soil their britches when they heard us ing。 Ha！ This lasted for several years。 Large parties of armed men were sent to track us and destroy us； but always we evaded them or ambushed them。 Then one day there was the dark Circle； and no one really knows why。〃
He puffed more vigorously on his pipe； stared off into the distance。
〃I am told it began as a tiny ring of toadstools； far to the west。 A child was found dead in its center； and the man who found her … her father … died of convulsions several days later。 The spot was immediately said to be accursed。 It grew quickly in the months that followed； until it was half a league across。 The grasses darkened and shone like metal within it； but did not die。 The trees twisted and their leaves blackened。 They swayed when there was no wind； and bats danced and darted among them。 In the twilight； strange shapes could be seen moving … always within the Circle； mind you … and there were lights； as of small fires； throughout the night。 The Circle continued to grow； and those who lived near it fled … mostly。 A few remained。 It was said that those who remained had struck some bargain with the dark things。 And the Circle continued to widen； spreading like the ripple from a rock cast into a pond。 More and more people remained； living； within it。 I have spoken with these people； fought with them； slain them。 It is as if there is something dead inside them all。 Their voices lack the thrust and dip of men chewing over their words and tasting them。 They seldom do much with their faces； but wear them like death masks。 They began to leave the Circle in bands； marauding。 They slew wantonly。 They mitted many atrocities and defiled places of worship。 They put things to the torch when they left them。 They never stole objects of silver。 Then； after many months； other creatures than men began to e forth … strangely formed； like the hellcats you slew。 Then the Circle slowed in its growth； almost halting； as though it were nearing some sort of limit。 But now all manner of raiders emerged from it … some even faring forth during the day … laying waste to the countryside about its borders。 When they had devastated the land about its entire circumference； the Circle moved to enpass those areas； also。 And so its growth began again； in this fashion。 The old king； Uther； who had long hunted me； forgot all about me and set his forces to patrolling that damned Circle。 It was beginning to worry me； also； as I did not relish the notion of being seized by some hell…spawned bloodsucker as I slept。 So I got together fifty…five of my men … that was all who would volunteer； and I wanted no cowards … and we rode into that place one afternoon。 We came upon a pack of those dead…faced men burning a live goat on a stone altar and we lit into the lot of them。 We took one prisoner and tied him to his own altar and questioned him there。 He told us that the Circle would grow until it covered the entire land； from ocean to ocean。 One day it would close with itself on the other side of the world。 We had best join with them； if we wished to save our hides。 Then one of my men stabbed him and he died。 He really died； for I know a dead man when I see one。 I've made it happen often enough。 But as his blood fell upon the stone； his mouth opened and out came the loudest laugh I ever heard in my life。 It was like thunder all about us。 Then he sat up； unbreathing； and began to burn。 As he burned； his form changed； until it was like that of the burning goat … only larger … there upon the altar。 Then a voice came from the thing。 It said； 'Flee； mortal man！ But you shall never leave this Circle！' And believe me； we fled！ The sky grew black with bats and other … things。 We heard the sound of hoofbeats。 We rode with our blades in our hands； killing everything that came near us。 There were cats such as you slew； and snakes and hopping things； and God knows what all else。 As we neared the edge of the Circle； one of King Uther's patrols saw us and came to our aid。 Sixteen of the fifty…five who had ridden in with me rode back out。 And the patrol lost perhaps thirty men itself。 When they saw who I was； they hustled me off to court。 Here。 This used to be Uther's palace。 I told him what I had done； what I had seen and heard。 He did with me as Corwin had。 He offered full pardon to me and to my men if we would join with him against the Wardens of the Circle。 Having gone through what I had gone through； I realized that the thing had to be stopped。 So I agreed。 Then I fell ill； I am told that I was delirious for three days。 I was as weak as a child after my recovery； and I learned that everyone who had entered the Circle had been likewise taken。 Three had died。 I visited the rest of my men； told them the story； and they were enlisted。 The patrols about the Circle were strengthened。 But it would not be contained。 In the years that followed； the Circle grew。 We fought many skirmishes。 I was promoted until I stood at Uther's right hand； as once I had at Corwin's。 Then the skirmishes became more than skirmishes。 Larger and larger parties emerged from that hellhole。 We lost a few battles。 They took some of our outposts。 Then one night an army emerged； an army … a horde … of both men and the other things that dwelled there。 That night we met the largest force we had ever engaged。 King Uther himself rode to battle； against my advice … for he was advanced in years … and he fell that night and the land was without a ruler。 I wanted my captain； Lancelot； to sit in stewardship； for I knew him to be a far more honorable man than myself。。。 And it is strange here。 I had known a Lancelot； just like him； in Avalon … but this man knew me not when first we met。 It is strange。。。 At any rate； he declined； and the position was thrust upon me。 I hate it； but here I am。 I have held them back for over three years now。 All my instincts tell me to flee。 What do I owe these damned people？ What do I care if the bloody Circle widens？ I could cross over the sea to some land it would never reach during my lifetime； and then forget the whole thing。 Damn it！ I didn't want this responsibility！ Now it is mine； though！〃
〃Why？〃 I asked him； and the sound of my own voice was strange to me。
There was silence。
He emptied his pipe。 He refilled it。 He relit it。 He puffed it。
There was more silence。
Then； 〃I don't know；〃 he said。 〃I'd stab a man in the back for a pair of shoes； if he had them and I needed them to keep my feet from freezing。 I once did； that's how I know。 But。。。 this is different。 This is a thing hurting everybody； and I'm the only one who can do the job。 God damn it！ I know they're going to bury me here one day； along with all the rest of them。 But I can't pull out。 I've got to hold that thing back as long as I can。〃
My head was cleared by the cold night air； which gave my consciousness a second wind； so to speak； though my body felt mildly anesthetized about me。
〃Couldn't Lance lead them？〃 I asked。
〃I'd say so。 He's a good man。 But there is another reason。 I think that goat…thing； whatever it was； on the altar； is a bit afraid of me。 I had gone in there and it had told me I'd never make it back out again； but I did。 I lived through the sickness that followed after。 It knows it's me that has been fighting it all along。 We won that great bloody engagement on the night Uther died； and I met the thing again in a different form and it knew me。 Maybe this is a part of what is holding it back now。〃
〃What form？〃
〃A thing with a manlike shape； but with goat horns and red eyes。 It was mounted on a piebald stallion。 We fought for a time； but the tide of the battle swept us apart。 Which was a good thing； too； for it was winning。 It spoke again； as we swaggered swords； and I knew that head…filling voic
