fs.thefirstbookofswords-第34章
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ady Marat。 This man had been driving the farm wagon when it arrived。 Having been somewhat battered in the lady's service over the past few days； he was now receiving treatment for his wounds from the Duke's surgeon。
The surgeon looked up at the Duke's voice； and stilled his hands。 The man who had been addressed started to say something； took a second look at the Duke's face； and threw himself prostrate； bandages trailing unsecured。 〃A thousand pardons； Your Grace。 I was remembering that I。。。 that I thought I had seen you at the fair。〃
〃What？ At。。。 〃 And even as the Duke spoke； there came in his brain the remembered echo of the voice of someone else； telling him that he had been seen in some other place where he had never been。 〃Explain yourself； fellow。〃
The man began a confused relation of what had happened at Sir Andrew's fair； on the night when he and the Duke's other secret agents had got their hands on Dragonslicer。 He told some details of that sword's subsequent loss； and of the uncanny； magically changing appearance of the courier dragon as it had soared away。
The Duke nodded thoughtfully。 〃But me？ Where did you think that you saw me？〃
〃Right there in the fairgrounds； sire。 As surely as I see you now。 I understand now that what I saw must have been only an image created by magic。 But I saw you running toward the courier when it first flew up； and I heard your voice calling it down。 And then I saw you stab it。〃
The Duke turned to look at the Lady Marat； who nodded in confirmation。 She said： 〃Those are essentially the details that I was about to add in my own report。〃
Next the Duke looked at his wizard； whose eyes were closed。 The blue…robed one muttered； as if to himself： 〃We knew there was another of the swords involved； located at Sir Andrew's castle。 And now we know which one it was。 That called Sightblinder； or the Sword of Stealth。 It is。。。〃
The Duke jogged his arm； manding silence。 〃Wait。〃
Something was going on； up in the vaguely dripping sky。 The Master of the Beasts； with head tilted back； was calling and gesturing。 Now a reptilian messenger of some kind … the Duke was unable to distinguish the finer gradations of hybrid dragons and other flying life … could be seen in a descending spiral。 Alas； thought Duke Fraktin； watching； but this creature was too small to be the courier that had disappeared with one of the swords。 This was some smaller flying scout reporting。
In fact it was small enough to perch upon the Master's wrist when it came down。 He carried it to some little distance from the gathering of other humans； that the Duke might be able to receive its news； whatever it might be； with some degree of privacy。
In a hoarse whisper the Master translated the report for the Duke a few words at a time； first listening to the dragon's painfully acplished； almost unintelligible half…speech； then turning his head to speak in human words。 〃Your Grace； this concerns the dragonhunter； the man whose human name is Nestor。〃
〃Aye； aye； I know of him。 He wronged me once。 But what has he to do with our present situation？〃 Passing this query on to the dragon was a slow and difficult process also。 Sometimes the Duke thought that his Beast…Master； indispensably skilled though the man was； had grown half…witted through decades of conversation with his charges。
At length a reply came back。 〃It is that this Nestor has been carried off into the Great Swamp； sire。 By a great flying dragon； not one of ours。〃
〃A grown man； carried off by a flyer？ Preposterous。 And yet。。。 but what else is it trying to say？〃
Another guttural exchange took place between trainer and beast。 〃It says； the Gray Horde； sire。 It tells me that the Gray Horde is raised； and marches toward Sir Andrew's lands。〃
There was silence； except for the drip of water from the trees； and the eternal background tramp of marching soldiery。 At last the Duke breathed： 〃Someone has taken a great gamble； then。 Raised by whom？〃 Although he thought that he could guess。
There was another exchange of bestial noises。 Then the Beast…Master said： 〃By humans who follow a woman； sire。 A woman mounted on a warbeast； and leading a human army through the swamp。〃
Duke Fraktin nodded slowly； and made a gesture of dismissal。 The Master rewarded his charge with a small dried lizard； laced with a drug that would give the flyer a sleep of delightful dreams。
Meanwhile the Duke； walking the short distance back to where his staff and the Lady Marat were waiting for him； prepared to call a major conference。 Things had changed。 What confronted him now was no longer the simple conquest of a smaller power that he had planned。
It appeared to him that the gods were once more actively entering the affairs of humankind。
Chapter 15
The screaming of the sword had seemed to Nestor to go on at its full voice for centuries。 But then at last it had declined to a low whine； and now it was dying down to silence。 And the life； the power that still flowed from the hilt into Nestor's shaking hands was gradually dying too。
Gasping with exhaustion； his skin slippery everywhere with sweat and in places with his own blood； he took one staggering step forward。 The long； sloping hill of rubble was still before him； and he still stood at the top of it alive。 He looked round him for something； some deadwood figure； to strike at with the sword。 But none of those that were still in sight were still erect。
He could still hear； starting to fade with distance now； the myriad whining voices of the larvae…army。 Those gray ranks had split around the temple and gone on。 But not all of them。 Over a broad； fan…shaped area of the slope immediately in front of Nestor； the hill had gained a new layer of rubble。 It was the debris of a hundred gray bodies； hewn by Townsaver into chunks of melting mud。
Those fallen bodies were all quiet now。 Nothing but the returning rain moved on the whole slope。
Stray drops of rain touched Nestor's face。 And he turned round slowly in his tracks； looking dazedly at the equally dazed people who had been fighting beside him； and covering his back。 He saw that two of the men had gone down； their clubs still in hand。 And one of the women had been butchered； along with her small child。 But all of the other people were still alive。 They were mostly cowering in corners now； and some of them were hurt。 Townsaver's shrieking blur had covered almost the whole wide doorway。
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Only now did Nestor bee fully aware of the small wounds he himself had sustained； here and there。 He had tried when he could to use the sword to parry； to protect his own skin as much as possible。 But the magic power that drove the sword in bat had been in ultimate control； and it had been less interested in saving him than in hacking down the foe。
A dart was still stuck loosely in Nestor's shirt； scratching him when he moved； and drawing blood。 As he pulled the small shaft loose and threw it away he wondered whether it might be poisoned。 Too late now to worry about it if it was。
At least he could still move； in the circumstances； he could hardly ask for more。 He looked once more at the stunned survivors； who remained where they were； numbly looking back at him。 Then he scrambled down across the slope that was littered with the bodies of his foes； and up another hill of ruins。 He was heading for the highest remaining point of the temple's roof。 From up there he should be able to see a maximum distance across the swamp in every direction。
Clinging to that precarious remnant of a roof； Nestor could see in the distance the waves of the larvae…army that had broken on his strongpoint and then rolled on； rejoining like waves of water when they were past the temple。 The sight gave him a strange feeling。 The hundred larvae that he had destroyed were suddenly as nothing。
From this high place Nestor could see something else as well。 It was a sight that made him hurry down； passing as quickly as he could the people he and the sword had saved； and who had now decided that they wanted to prostrate themselves before him as before a god。 His body shaking now with fatigue； relief； and perhaps with poison； Nestor made his way down to the ground level of the temple； and then out of the building to the south。
In another moment； Draffut； who in Nestor's view from the roof had been only a distant； toylike figure； was ing around a corner of the temple from the southwest。 The giant moved in vast strides； his twolegged walk covering ground faster than any human run。 A flying dragon of moderate size； perhaps the very one that Nestor had earlier spoken to； was flitting along near Draffut's head； almost as if it were planning to attack him。 But Draffut ignored the flying thing； and it did him no harm。
The small mob of refugees had followed Nestor down to ground level。 Draffut was obviously known to them； and a very wele sight； Nestor supposed it was hope of the giant's protection that had brought them fleeing to the island in the first place。 Now they offered Draffut worship； and clamored to him at length。 The giant answered them in their own language。 With his huge hands he raised them from their knees； and touched their wounds and healed them。
Then one of his enormous hands reached out for Nestor； who once more felt its restoring power。 As his touch healed； Draffut said to him： 〃You have fought well here。 And with the use of more than ordinary powers； if what these people tell me is correct。〃
〃It probably is。 Thank you again； Healer…who…is…not…a…god。〃 The shaking was gone from Nestor's body； and the places where his small wounds had been were whole。 He felt healthy； to a degree that made the long fight just past seem as unreal as a dream。 He was surprised at a passing feeling that； along with the fear and pain； something valuable； had been wiped away。
〃Yes；〃 Nestor went on； 〃there were very many of them。 Very many； including your pet that rose up in advance of the others and tried to kill me。 The sword gave me no more than ordinary service against that one。〃
Abstractedly Draffut lifted one of his huge wrists； and the flying dragon perched on it like a falcon。 〃My airborne scouts；〃 the giant rumbled； 〃tell me that the Great Swamp is being invaded from the west by a large human army。 Its soldiers wear the black and silver of Yambu； and it may be that the queen herself is leading them。〃
〃Ah。〃 Nestor felt shaken by the news； he bent to take up again the sword he had cast down when Draffut reached out to him。 Nestor like everyone else had heard of that queen and of her power。 〃I suppose that her objective is not the conquest of the swamp。〃
〃And I suppose that it is probably the domain of Kind Sir Andrew。 The sorcerers of her army chant their spells as they march； and all across the swamp the larvae that they have cultivated from afar rise up and form in ranks to follow them。〃
〃So；〃 said Nestor。 〃We know now who is responsible for the larvae。 And why is this army being led against Sir Andrew in particular？ And why just now？〃
Draffut made a motion of his arm； so that the dragon fl
