fs.thethirdbookofswords-第38章
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Vulcan； taking his time； had yet a little more to say。 He was going to have his revenge on Vilkata； but not just yet。 〃First of all； little man； there are more Swords that I must gather。 Just to be sure。。。 therefore I claim this city and all its contents for my own。 And all its people。 They will wish that Mars still lived； when my rule begins among them。〃
And the god turned his back on the King； and marched off to claim his city。 However many panions the Smith had had when he came over the horizon； he was now down to just one； a four…armed male god that Vilkata was unable to identify offhand。 Not； he supposed； that it much mattered。
As long as Vilkata was actually in Vulcan's presence； he had been able to confront the Smith bravely enough。 But when the confrontation was over； the man was left physically shaking。 Still； in a way he was almost glad that Vulcan was now openly his enemy。 Always； in the past； it had taken a supreme challenge of some kind to rouse Vilkata to his greatest efforts and achievements。 When he knew a crisis was approaching； fear gnawed at him maddeningly； and sometimes came near to disabling him。 But when the crisis arrived； then he was at his best。
As was the case now。 Rejoining the main body of his army； he called his staff together and issued orders firmly。 In a new； bold voice； the Dark King manded them to abandon the siege that they had scarcely yet begun。 Once more he set his whole vast host in motion； turning it to meet the Silver Queen and Soulcutter。
Vulcan's turn would e； and soon。 There were still certain weapons to which even a god armed with the Sword of Force would not be immune； the tools of boldness and intelligence。 Meanwhile； for the time being； Vilkata would abandon the city of Tashigang to the gods。
Chapter 17
In the hour before dawn； at a time when two hundred of the loyal defenders of Tashigang were fighting outside the walls； there was treachery in the Lord Mayor's palace。 Money changed hands； and weapons flashed； in a corridor on an upper floor； where one room had been made into a cell for holding an important prisoner。 Chairman and High Priest Hyrcanus of the Blue Temple was freed； in steps of bribery and violence。
The move to rescue Hyrcanus was planned and executed by his immediate subordinates in the Blue Temple； as part of a general insurrection； in accordance with the High Priest's own previous orders。 The intention was to seize control of the city； and wele in the Dark King and his army。
Attempts by the Blue Temple Guard to seize the walls and gates from inside were unsuccessful。 The concurrent try to assassinate the Lord Mayor failed also； nor were the Blue Temple raiders able to capture the palace … not all of the Watch there were easily subverted or taken by surprise。 And Hyrcanus was wounded in his escape； so that he had to be half carried； gasping and ashen…faced； back to the Blue Temple's local headquarters on a street not far away。
Once there； propped up on a couch while a surgeon worked on him； the Chairman demanded to be brought up to date on how the situation stood； inside the city and out。 When his aides had informed him as best they could； one of his first orders was to dispatch a pany of thirty Blue Temple Guardsmen against the House of Courtenay。 Their orders were to take or destroy the building； and seize whatever Swords and other useful items they could discover … along with any available gold and other valuables； of course。 They were also to take the important inhabitants of the house prisoner if possible； or kill them as second choice； and in general to crush that place as a possible center of resistance。
Then Hyrcanus began to lay his plans to attack the walls and gates once more。
When the first Blue Temple raid struck the palace； in the hour before dawn； Baron Amintor was waiting in a ground floor room for a good chance to see the Mayor privately。 When the Baron saw the Guard in its capes of blue and gold e swirling in to the attack； he immediately decided that he could best serve his Queen's interests and his own by remaining alive and active in the city； whatever the oute of this particular skirmish might prove to be。 The fate of the palace and the Mayor still hung in the balance when Amintor prudently retired； and set out through the streets to carry warning to the House of Courtenay。 He of course remembered that that was where the young man named Denis lived； who was supposed to be able to set a counterattack of looters in motion against the Blue Temple。
When the Baron reached his destination … not without a minor adventure or two along the way … he found the House already on the alert； its doors and windows sealed。 It took him some time and effort； arguing and cajoling； to get himself admitted to speak with someone in authority。
Once inside； he found himself face to face with the tiny woman who had been introduced to him at the palace as the Lady Sophie。 Now； surrounded by her own determined…looking retainers； she received his warning with evident suspicion； which he in turn accepted philosophically。
〃I can only suggest； Madam； that you wait and see if I am right。 Wait not in idleness； of course； order your affairs as if the Blue Temple were indeed leading a revolt。 I will await the result with confidence。〃
〃You will await the result in a room by yourself。 Jord； Tamir； disarm him and lock him in that closet。〃
The Baron's capacity for philosophical acceptance became somewhat strained； but at the moment he had no real choice。
The attack by the Blue Temple against the house began presently； just as the Baron had predicted； with fire and sword and axe against the walls and doors and windows。 But the attackers met fierce resistance from the start。 Brickbats and scalding water were dumped on them from the flat roof； and the first window that they managed to break open immediately sprouted weapons； like teeth in a warbeast's mouth。
Denis was not there to aid in the defense。 Barbara had taken the Baron's warning seriously； enough to dispatch the young man with orders to put into operation whatever looting counterattack he could。 The street connections made in his early life ought to serve him well in the attempt。
And even a feint； or the suggestion of an attack； might serve as well as the real thing。 In a city this big； the Blue Temple vaults must hold vast treasure； and Denis had already begun to spread among the city's street people the rumor that the Blue Temple's main hoard； an agglomeration of wealth well beyond the capacity of most people to prehend； had already been moved into Tashigang for safekeeping。 It was unlikely that even a large mob could succeed in looting the Temple here； but even the threat ought to make the misers squirm and roar； and pull in their claws to defend that which they valued more than their own lives and limbs。
As the direct attack on her own house began； Barbara's first act was to see to it that her daughter； with Kuan…yin as caretaker and Jord as personal bodyguard； was put into the safest and strongest room available。
Then Barbara ran upstairs to get Townsaver。 If this warning and attack were only part of an elaborate hoax to discover where it was hidden； the Baron was safely locked up now； and would never see。 A few days ago the Lord Mayor； perhaps trusting the security of this house as much or more than that of his own palace； had asked Master and Lady Courtenay to keep it here。
She was still climbing stairs when a great crash from below told her that a door had somehow already been broken in。 Smoke and the cries and clash of battle rose from below； as Barbara knelt to bring the great Sword out of its hiding place under her bedroom floor。
Fighting nearby； threatening innocent nonbatants in their home； had wakened the Sword of Fury already。 The weighty steel arose with magical ease and lightness in her grip； the Sword already making its preliminary faint millsaw whine。 For a moment as she held it； there crossed Barbara's mind the thought of Mark's hands； a small boy's hands then； the first time he had held this Sword； his grip no stronger then perhaps than hers was now upon this very hilt。。。 she was already hurrying back toward the stairs。
From below there sounded a new crash； a shout of triumph in the invaders' voices。
Their joy would be short lived。 In Barbara's hands； Townsaver screamed exultantly； and pulled her running down the stairs。。。
Chapter 18
Ben； caught in Vilkata's camp when the retreat turned into a desperate scramble for survival； bulled his way into the fighting at the mouth of the no…longer…secret tunnel。 But it was quickly obvious that the tunnel was now hopelessly blocked as a means of escape。 Having no other real choice； he promptly mitted himself to the river instead。 Many other bodies； alive and dead； were afloat in the Corgo already。 All of them； swimming or bobbing； would eventually reach one or another of the great water…gates that pierced the city's walls only a few hundred meters downstream。
Ben splashed and waded and swam his way well out into the current； trying to avoid the hail of missiles； slung stones and arrows； now being launched by enemy troops along the bank。 The steadily growing lightness of the eastern sky brightened the water as well。 The enemy certainly had the tunnel now。 Not that it was going to do them any good as an invasion route； it had been designed for plete and easy blockage at the point where it approached the walls； and also at the inner end； almost below the palace。
The bottom fell off steeply under Ben as he moved out from the shore。 And now he had to slip out of his partial armor； and drop his heavier weapons； strong swimmer though he was； if he was going to keep from drowning。
He swam downstream； missiles still pattering like heavy hail upon the water's surface round him。 He went under water for a while； still swimming； and came up for air and swam again。 The high walls rose up before him swiftly； the river ran fast here； and swept him down upon them。 The gray…brown of their hardened granite was brightening in the new daylight。 Now Ben could see that this portion of the walls； along with the upstream water…gates； was being manned in force by the Watch in gray…green uniforms。 More of the Watch were down at water level； just inside the gate ahead of him； admitting one at a time through a turnstile arrangement the returning survivors of the sally。 There was already enough daylight to let them do this with security。
Ben swam a few more strokes； and then could pull himself up； first on rock and then on steel bars； magically protected against rust。 Around him a steady trickle of other survivors were doing the same thing； a bedraggled crew； he thought； but not entirely defeated。 He did not see Mark anywhere； but that did not necessarily mean anything。
Once he had been let in through the turnstile； Ben's way led upward； into and behind the wall； along a flight of narrow steps。 His last glance at the scene outside the city showed him that Vulcan and some other god； a many…armed being Ben did not recognize； were approaching； now no more than a few hundred meters away。
Others soldiers were stopping on the stairs to watch。 Ben； for his part； had had more than enough of confrontations and fighting for
