df.therunelords-第16章
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Gaborn only glimpsed the wight； yet his heart had pounded in terror at the sight。 His mouth went dry； and he could not catch his breath。
He'd looked over at his father to see his reaction。 Both his father and King Sylvarresta remained playing at their board； neither bothering to glance up toward the wight。
Yet Gaborn's father moved his wizard on the board； taking a pawn； then caught Gaborn's eye。 Gaborn's face must have been pale as death； for his father smiled wryly and said； 〃Gaborn； calm yourself。 No prince of Mystarria need fear the wights of the Dunnwood。 We are permitted here。〃
King Sylvarresta had laughed mirthlessly and turned to give Gaborn a sly； secretive look； as if the men shared a private joke。
Yet Gaborn had felt it was true； felt he was somehow protected from the wights。 It was said that in days of old； the King of Heredon had manded this forest； and all the creatures in the wood had obeyed him。 The kings of Heredon had fallen in stature。 Still； Gaborn wondered if Sylvarresta really did mand the wights of Dunnwood。
Now； as the war dogs and the hunters trailed him； Gaborn gambled that it was true。 He spurred his horse west； deeper into the forest； shouting； 〃Spirits of the wood； I am Gaborn Val Orden； Prince of Mystarria。 I beg you； protect me！〃
Even as he called for aid； he knew it would do no good。 The spirits of the dead care nothing for the concerns of mortal men。 If Gaborn attracted their attention； they'd only seek to make sure he joined them in the afterlife。
His horse thundered down a long ridge； under the boughs of some huge oaks and into a swamp； where it had to swim through brackish water to reach the brush on the far bank。
Gaborn heard no haunting moans as his horse climbed the far shore； only the grunts and squeals of hundreds of huge pigs that raced from him as if they were hunted。 He'd inadvertently wandered into a sounder of wild boar。 One of the great black shaggy beasts； as tall as his horse； stood its ground for a moment； ivory tusks curling out like sabers； and Gaborn thought it would skewer his mount。 At the last second the boar turned and rushed away with the herd。
Gaborn took the opportunity to ride his horse under the oaks in a few quick circles； then drove his mount harder than everjumped a screen of rushes over a steep embankment and landed sixty feet out into the deep water before swimming to the far shore。
Just past noon the next day； Gaborn raced out of the Dunnwood。 Bedraggled and smeared with blood； he shouted to the guards at the city gates a warning of the impending attack。 Upon showing the guards his signet ring； which identified him as the Prince of Mystarria； he was immediately escorted to King Sylvarresta。
The King met Gaborn in the Great Hall； where he was already closeted with all his counselors。 Gaborn rushed forward to grasp hands； but the King stopped him with a look。 Though Gaborn had met him before； Sylvarresta seemed distant。
〃Milord；〃 Gaborn said； bowing only slightly； as befitting his rank。 〃I've e to warn you of an attack。 Raj Ahten's armies are southin the Dunnwood； ing fast。 They should arrive by nightfall。〃
A look of concern and uncertainty flashed over the King's face； and he glanced at Captain Ault； saying； 〃Prepare for the siegequickly。〃 Many another king would have trusted his captains to see to the details； but now Sylvarresta spoke。。。uncertainly； it seemed to Gaborn； listing odd mands as if for Ault's approval。 〃Send a detail through the city to make sure our roofs are fireproofed。 As for the Southern traders camped outsideI fear we must do them the discourtesy of seizing their goods。 But don't engage in unnecessary butchery。 Leave them mounts to ride home； and enough stores so that they don't starve on the trek。 Oh； and kill the elephants outside the castle。 I won't have them battering down our gates。〃
〃Yes； milord；〃 Ault said； his face clouded with concern。 Then he saluted and rushed out。
The preparations were begun hastily enough； and in that moment； several counselors took leave of the room。 Gaborn felt that something was terribly amiss。
As the counselors filed out； during an unfortable silence； King Sylvarresta studied Gaborn from worried gray eyes。 〃I owe you a great debt； Prince Orden。 We suspected something like this； but hoped it would not e until spring。 We already suffered an attack by Raj Ahten last night。 Assassins struck at our Dedicates。 We were ready for them； though； so the damage is not too great。〃
Suddenly； Gaborn understood； Sylvarresta's coldness； his uncertainty。 The King did not remember him。
Sylvarresta said； 〃Well met； Prince Orden！〃
He shouted over Gaborn's shoulders； 〃Collin； get food and a bath for Prince Ordenand clean clothes。 We can't have our friends wandering about in bloody rags。〃
Gaborn felt thankful for the embrace； for just then an overwhelming fear struck him and Gaborn needed support。 If Sylvarresta has forgotten my face； Gaborn realized； what else has he forgotten？ What of tactics in battle？ What of self…defense？
Of course； that was why the King's advisors had gathered； to pool their knowledge。 But against a monster like Raj Ahten； would their resources be enough？
Chapter 7
PREPARATIONS
That afternoon Sylvarresta's people were still preparing for battle。 The initial hysteria of the impending attackthe screaming of children and peasants； the mad rush as the elderly and infirm fled the cityhad all passed。 Now uneasy farmers and soldiers alike manned the Outer Wall； and had thrown up hasty barriers to serve as battlements in the streets。 Not in four hundred years had so many people gathered on the wallsfor many who would not fight stood watch out of sheer curiosity。
Pigs； cattle； sheep； and chickens scurried through the alleys and greens； frightened； disoriented。 All the animals in the countryside had been herded within the wallsto feed the city's inhabitants during siege； while at the same time denying similar succor to Raj Ahten's troops。
In the brown fields outside the castle； the Southern merchants had disbanded； driven off with their bright pavilions and little else。
Throughout the afternoon； Raj Ahten's troops began massing on the southern hilltop at the edge of the forest； consolidating their forces。 At first； only the Invincibles showed themselves； knights in dark splint mail or plate； wearing tunics of gold and red。 Yet they kept to the edge of the forest； hiding their numbers。 As the day lengthened； giants and war dogs also joined their ranks。
By then； the city was effectively under siege。 No one would dare e in or go out； though the Raj Ahten's siege engines had not yet made it through the woods。 Instead； the Southern soldiers began to busy themselves by cutting trees to build fortifications。
Defenders on the castle walls stood readyarchers and pikemen； spearmen and artillery。 King Sylvarresta had sent messengers to neighboring castles； calling for aid。
But while the rest of Castle Sylvarresta stood poised for battle； in the Dedicates' Keep； the deepest and most protected heart of the fortress； preparations for battle were still afoot。
The walls of the Dedicates' Keep rang with pain as men and women offered up endowments to their lord。
Two hundred of Sylvarresta's servants and vassals had gathered to offer endowments。 While Sylvarresta's chief facilitator； Erin Hyde； worked the forcibles； two of his apprentices walked among the volunteers； prodding and testing； seeking those who had enough brawn； wit； grace； or stamina to justify the rigor and cost involved in taking endowments。 For if a lord sought strength； he got it best from those who had it in abundance。
A counselor worked as an advisor with those who were fortunate enough to have adequate attributes。 He helped illiterate peasants fill out contracts which promised； in return for the endowments； Sylvarresta's lifelong protection and succor。
Among those who gathered to grant endowments lingered the well…wishers； those who had e to offer fort to friends or kin who would soon be horribly maimed。
Last of all； throughout the courtyard； were those who had long ago given endowments to their lord。 The Dedicates' Keep harbored some fifteen hundred Dedicates； most of them ambulatory enough to e watch the dedicatory ceremonies。
Iome knew many of them well； for she often helped care for the old Dedicatesblind Carrock； one of her servants who had given his eyes； the drooler Mordin； once a bright young man； who had given his wit。 The deaf； the sickly； the ugly； those nearly bedridden from weakness。 Hundreds and hundreds of othersan army of shambling people。
In the very center of this throng； in the keep's bailey； looking as fierce as the sun； as regal as the night sky with all its stars； Lord Sylvarresta himself sat on a gray rock among the sea of grass； his weapons handy； half in battle armor； his chest naked。
Those still waiting to give endowments lay on low cots； waiting for Erin Hyde to e among them with his spells and his forcibles。
Among those who had just given endowments wandered Lord Sylvarresta's own chief physic and herbalist； Binnesman。 He was short； with a stooped back； green robes； and hands dirt…stained from his labors。 He wore a perpetual smile as he spoke to the new Dedicates； offering fort here； a whiff of medicinal aromas there。
Binnesman's skill was much wanted along the castle walls。 The powers of his herbs were legendary： his blended teas of borage； hyssop； basil； and other spices could give a warrior courage before a battle； lend energy during the conflict； and aid in healing wounds after。
But despite the fact that he was needed on the walls； the need here was more pressing； for the granting of major endowments could be deadly。 A great brute who gave strength to Lord Sylvarresta would fall down afterward； perhaps so weakened that for a moment or two his heart could not beat。 One who had offered an endowment of grace； who'd always been limber； would suddenly convulse into spasms； bee rigid as a board； his lungs unable to relax enough to let him draw another breath。
For the moment； Binnesman could not go to the walls。 He needed to help keep alive those who'd offered endowments。 Sylvarresta could only benefit from the endowments so long as the giver still lived。
Iome herself lent a hand in the preparations； her Days watching impassively from the shadows by the keep's kitchens。 At the moment； Iome knelt in the dusty courtyard above a cot where lay the matron who had cared for her since childhood。 The matron； a husky woman named Dewynne； sweated profusely from nervousness； despite the cool evening。 The high walls of the fortress kept everyone in shade。
Iome's father spoke； the power of his voice cutting across the courtyard： 〃Dewynne； are you sure you can do this？〃
Dewynne smiled at him weakly； her face rigid from fear。 〃We all fight as we can；〃 she whispered。 Iome could hear love in her voice； love for King Sylvarresta。
The chief facilitator； Erin Hyde； stepped between Dewynne and the King； inspecting a forcible。 The rod looked like a branding iron of reddish blood metal。 It was a foot long； with a rune forged in a one…inch circle at one end。 Hyde gently pressed the rune to Dewynne's fleshy arm。
Hyde began his incantatio
