gc.thewhiterose-第26章
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Corbie smiled。 〃Sons seldom get on with their fathers。 And that's the voice of experience speaking。〃
〃What did your father do？〃
Corbie laughed。 〃He was a farmer。 Of sorts。 But I'd rather not talk about him。〃
〃What are we doing out here； Corbie？〃
Double…checking Bomanz's surveys。 But Corbie could not tell the lad that。 Nor could he think of an adequate lie。 〃Walking in the rain。〃
〃Corbie 。 。 。 〃
〃Can we keep it quiet for a while； Case？ Please？〃
〃Sure。〃
Corbie limped all the way around the Barrowland； maintaining a respectful distance； never being too obvious。 He did not use equipment。 That would bring Colonel Sweet on the run。 Instead； he consulted the wizard's chart in his mind。 The thing blazed with its own life there； those arcane TelleKurre symbols glowing with a wild and dangerous life。 Studying the remains of the Barrowland； he could find but a third of the map's referents。 The rest had been undone by time and weather。
Corbie was no man to have trouble with his nerve。 But he was afraid now。 Near the end of their stroll he said； 〃Case； I want a favor。 Perhaps a double favor。〃
〃Sir？〃
〃Sir？ Call me Corbie。〃
〃You sounded so serious。〃
〃It is serious。〃
〃Say on； then。〃
〃Can you be trusted to keep your mouth shut？〃
〃If necessary。〃
〃I want to extract a conditional vow of silence。〃
〃I don't understand。〃
〃Case； I want to tell you something。 In case something happens to me。〃
〃Corbie！〃
〃I'm not a young man； Case。 And I have a lot wrong with me。 I've been through a lot。 I feel it catching up。 I don't expect to go soon。 But things happen。 If something should； there's something I don't want to die with me。〃
〃Okay； Corbie。〃
〃If I suggested something； can you keep it to yourself？ Even if you think you maybe shouldn't？ Can you do something for me？〃
〃You're making it hard； not telling me。〃
〃I know。 It's not fair。 The only other man I trust is Colonel Sweet。 And his position wouldn't let him make such a promise。〃
〃It's not illegal？〃
〃Not strictly speaking。〃
〃I guess。〃
〃Don't guess； Case。〃
〃All right。 You have my word。〃
〃Good。 Thank you。 It is appreciated； never doubt that。 Two things。 First。 If something happens to me； go to the room on the second floor of my home。 If I have left an oilskin packet on the table there； see that it gets to a blacksmith named Sand； in Oar。〃
Case looked suitably dubious and baffled。
〃Second； after you do that…and only after…tell the Colonel the undead are stirring。〃
Case stopped walking。
〃Case。〃 There was a note of mand in Corbie's voice the youth had not heard before。
〃Yes。 All right。〃
〃That's it。〃
〃Corbie 。 。 。 〃
〃No questions now。 In a few weeks； maybe I can explain everything。 All right？〃
〃Okay。〃
〃Not a word now。 And remember。 Packet to Sand the blacksmith。 Then word to the Colonel。 Tell you what。 If I can； I'll leave the Colonel a letter； too。〃
Case merely nodded。
Corbie took a deep breath。 It had been twenty years since he had attempted the simplest divining spell。 Never had he tried anything on the order of what he now faced。 Back in those ancient times； when he was another man； or boy； sorcery was a diversion for wealthy youths who would rather play wizard than pursue legitimate studies。
All was ready。 The tools of the sorcerer appropriate to the task lay on the table on the second floor of the house that Bomanz built。 It was fitting that he follow the old one。
He touched the oilskin packet left for Case； the opaque letter to Sweet； and prayed neither would touch the young man's hands。 But if what he suspected were true； it was better the enemy knew than the world be surprised。
There was nothing left to do but do it。 He gulped half a cup of cold tea； took his seat。 He closed his eyes； began a chant taught him when he was younger than Case。 His was not the method Bomanz had used； but it was as effective。
His body would not relax； would not cease distracting him。
But at last the full lethargy closed in。 His ka loosed its ten thousand anchors to his flesh。
Part of him insisted he was a fool for attempting this without the skills of a master。 But he hadn't the time for the training a Bomanz required。 He had learned what he could during his absence from the Old Forest。
Free of the flesh； yet connected by invisible bonds that would draw him back。 If his luck held。 He moved away carefully。 He conformed to the rule of bodies exactly。 He used the stairway； the doorway； and the sidewalks built by the Guard。 Maintain the pretense of flesh and the flesh would be harder to forget。
The world looked different。 Each object had its unique aura。 He found it difficult to concentrate on the grand task。
He moved to the bounds of the Barrowland。 He shuddered under the impact of thrumming old spells that kept the Dominator and several lesser minions bound。 The power there！ Carefully； he walked the boundary till he found the way that Bomanz had opened； still not fully healed。
He stepped over the line。
He drew the instant attention of every spirit； benign and malign； chained within the Barrowland。 There were far more than he expected。 Far more than the wizard's map indicated。 Those soldier symbols that surrounded the Great Barrow 。 。 。 They were not statues。 They were men； soldiers of the White Rose； who had been set as spirit guards perpetually standing between the world and the monster that would devour it。 How driven must they have been。 How dedicated to their cause。
The path wound past the former resting places of old Taken； outer circle； inner circle； twisting。 Within the inner circle he saw the true forms of several lesser monsters that had served the Domination。 The path stretched like a trail of pale silver mist。 Behind him that mist became more dense； his passage strengthening the way。
Ahead； stronger spells。 And all those men who had gone into the earth to surround the Dominator。 And beyond them； the greater fear。 The dragon thing that； on Bomanz's map； lay coiled around the crypt in the heart of the Great Barrow。
Spirits shrieked at him in TelleKurre； in UchiTelle； in languages he did not know and tongues vaguely like some still current。 One and all； they cursed him。 One and all； he ignored them。 There was a thing in a chamber beneath the greatest mound。 He had to see if it lay as restless as he suspected。
The dragon。 Oh； by all the gods that never were； that dragon was real。 Real； alive； of flesh； yet it sensed and saw him。 The silver trail curved past its jaws； through the gap between teeth and tail。 It beat at him with a palpable will。 But he would not be stayed。
No more guardians。 Just the crypt。 And the monster man inside was constrained。 He had survived the worst 。 。 。
The old devil should be sleeping。 Hadn't the Lady defeated him in his attempt to escape through Juniper？ Hadn't she put him back down？
It was a tomb like many around the world。 Perhaps a bit richer。 The White Rose had laid her opponents down in style。 There were no sarcophagi； though。 There。 That empty table was where the Lady would have lain。
The other boasted a sleeping man。 A big man； and handsome； but with the mark of the beast upon him； even in repose。 A face full of hot hatred； of the anger of defeat。
Ah； then。 His suspicions were groundless。 The monster slept indeed 。 。 。
The Dominator sat up。 And smiled。 His smile was the most wicked Corbie had ever seen。 Then the undead extended a hand in wele。 Corbie ran。
Mocking laughter pursued him。
Panic was an emotion entirely unfamiliar。 Seldom had he experienced it。 He could not control it。 He was only vaguely aware of passing the dragon and the hate…filled spirits of White Rose soldiers。 He barely sensed the Dominator's creatures beyond； all howling in delight。
Even in his panic he clung to the misty trail。 He made only one misstep 。 。 。
But that was sufficient。
The storm broke over the Barrowland。 It was the most furious in living memory。 The lightning clashed with the ferocity of heavenly armies； hammers and spears and swords of fire smiting earth and sky。 The downpour was incessant and impenetrable。
One mighty bolt struck the
