grrm.astormofswords-第159章
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Sometimes in their wanderings they glimpsed other people； farmers in their fields； swineherds with their pigs； a milkmaid leading a cow； a squire carrying a message down a rutted road。 She never wanted to speak to them either。 it was as if they lived in some distant land and spoke a queer alien tongue； they had nothing to do with her； or her with them。
Besides； it wasn't safe to be seen。 From time to time columns of horsemen passed down the winding farm roads； the twin towers of Frey flying before them。 〃Hunting for stray northmen；〃 the Hound said when they had passed。 〃Any time you hear hooves； get your head down fast； it's not like to be a friend。〃
One day； in an earthen hollow made by the roots of a fallen oak； they came face to face with another survivor of the Twins。 The badge on his breast showed a pink maiden dancing in a swirl of silk； and he told them he was Ser Marq Piper's man； a bowman； though he'd lost his bow。 His left shoulder was all twisted and swollen where it met his arm； a blow from a mace； he said； it had broken his shoulder and smashed his chainmail deep into his flesh。 〃A northman； it was；〃 he wept。 〃His badge was a bloody man； and he saw mine and made a jape； red man and pink maiden； maybe they should get together。 I drank to his Lord Bolton； he drank to Ser Marq； and we drank together to Lord Edmure and Lady Roslin and the King in the North。 And then he killed me。〃 His eyes were fever bright when he said that； and Arya could tell that it was true。 His shoulder was swollen grotesquely； and pus and blood had stained his whole left side。 There was a stink to him too。 He smells like a corpse。 The man begged them for a drink of wine。
〃If I'd had any wine； I'd have drunk it myself；〃 the Hound told him。 〃I can give you water； and the gift of mercy。〃
The archer looked at him a long while before he said； 〃You're Joffrey's dog。〃
〃My own dog now。 Do you want the water？〃
〃Aye。〃 The man swallowed。 〃And the mercy。 Please。〃
They had passed a small pond a short ways back。 Sandor gave Arya his helm and told her to fill it； so she trudged back to the water's edge。 Mud squished over the toe of her boots。 She used the dog's head as a pail。 Water ran out through the eyeholes； but the bottom of the helm still held a lot。
When she came back； the archer turned his face up and she poured the water into his mouth。 He gulped it down as fast as she could pour； and what he couldn't gulp ran down his cheeks into the brown blood that crusted his whiskers； until pale pink tears dangled from his beard。 When the water was gone he clutched the helm and licked the steel。 〃Good；〃 he said。 〃I wish it was wine； though。 I wanted wine。〃
〃Me too。〃 The Hound eased his dagger into the man's chest almost tenderly； the weight of his body driving the point through his surcoat； ringmail； and the quilting beneath。 As he slid the blade back out and wiped it on the dead man； he looked at Arya。 〃That's where the heart is； girl。 That's how you kill a man。〃
That's one way。 〃Will we bury him？〃
〃Why？〃 Sandor said。 〃He don't care； and we've got no spade。 Leave him for the wolves and wild dogs。 Your brothers and mine。〃 He gave her a hard look。 〃First we rob him； though。〃
There were two silver stags in the archer's purse； and almost thirty coppers。 His dagger had a pretty pink stone in the hilt。 The Hound hefted the knife in his hand； then flipped it toward Arya。 She caught it by the hilt； slid it through her belt； and felt a little better。 It wasn't Needle； but it was steel。 The dead man had a quiver of arrows too； but arrows weren't much good without a bow。 His boots were too big for Arya and too small for the Hound； so those they left。 She took his kettle helm as well； even though it came down almost past her nose； so she had to tilt it back to see。 〃He must have had a horse as well； or he wouldn't have got away；〃 Clegane said； peering about； 〃but it's bloody well gone； I'd say。 No telling how long he's been here。〃
By the time they found themselves in the foothills of the Mountains of the Moon； the rains had mostly stopped。 Arya could see the sun and moon and stars； and it seemed to her that they were heading eastward。 〃Where are we going？〃 she asked again。
This time the Hound answered her。 〃You have an aunt in the Eyrie。 Might be she'll want to ransom your scrawny arse； though the gods know why。 Once we find the high road； we can follow it all the way to the Bloody Gate。〃
Aunt Lysa。 The thought left Arya feeling empty。 It was her mother she wanted； not her mother's sister。 She didn't know her mother's sister any more than she knew her great uncle Blackfish。 We should have gone into the castle。 They didn't really know that her mother was dead； or Robb either。 it wasn't like they'd seen them die or anything。 Maybe Lord Frey had just taken them captive。 Maybe they were chained up in his dungeon； or maybe the Freys were taking them to King's Landing so Joffrey could chop their heads off。 They didn't know。 〃We should go back；〃 she suddenly decided。 〃We should go back to the Twins and get my mother。 She can't be dead。 We have to help her。〃
〃I thought your sister was the one with a head full of songs；〃 the Hound growled。 〃Frey might have kept your mother alive to ransom； that's true。 But there's no way in seven hells I'm going to pluck her out of his castle all by my bloody self。〃
〃Not by yourself。 I'd e too。〃
He made a sound that was almost a laugh。 〃That will scare the piss out of the old man。〃
〃You're just afraid to die！〃 she said scornfully。
Now Clegane did laugh。 〃Death don't scare me。 Only fire。 Now be quiet； or I'll cut your tongue out myself and save the silent sisters the bother。 It's the Vale for us。〃
Arya didn't think he'd really cut her tongue out； he was just saying that the way Pinkeye used to say he'd beat her bloody。 All the same； she wasn't going to try him。 Sandor Clegane was no Pinkeye。 Pinkeye didn't cut people in half or hit them with axes。 Not even with the flat of axes。
That night she went to sleep thinking of her mother； and wondering if she should kill the Hound in his sleep and rescue Lady Catelyn herself。 When she closed her eyes she saw her mother's face against the back of her eyelids。 She's so close I could almost smell her 。 。 。
。 。 。 and then she could smell her。 The scent was faint beneath the other smells； beneath moss and mud and water； and the stench of rotting reeds and rotting men。 She padded slowly through the soft ground to the river's edge； lapped up a drink； the lifted her head to sniff。 The sky was grey and thick with cloud； the river green and full of floating things。 Dead men clogged the shallows； some still moving as the water pushed them； others washed up on the banks。 Her brothers and sisters swarmed around them； tearing at the rich ripe flesh。
The crows were there too； screaming at the wolves and filling the air with feathers。 Their blood was hotter； and one of her sisters had snapped at one as it took flight and caught it by the wing。 It made her want a crow herself。 She wanted to taste the blood； to hear the bones crunch between her teeth； to fill her belly with warm flesh instead of cold。 She was hungry and the meat was all around； but she knew she could not eat。
The scent was stronger now。 She pricked her ears up and listened to the grumbles of her pack； the shriek of angry crows； the whirr of wings and sound of running water。 Somewhere far off she could hear horses and the calls of living men； but they were not what mattered。 Only the scent mattered。 She sniffed the air again。 There it was； and now she saw it too； something pale and white drifting down the river； turning where it brushed against a snag。 The reeds bowed down before it。
She splashed noisily through the shallows and threw herself into the deeper water； her legs churning。 The current was strong but she was stronger。 She swam； following her nose。 The river smells were rich and wet； but those were not the smells that pulled her。 She paddled after the sharp red whisper of cold blood； the sweet cloying stench of death。 She chased them as she had often chased a red deer through the trees； and in the end she ran them down； and her jaw closed around a pale white arm。 She shook it to make it move； but there was only death and blood in her mouth。 By now she was tiring； and it was all she could do to pull the body back to shore。 As she dragged it up the muddy bank； one of her little brothers came prowling； his tongue lolling from his mouth。 She had to snarl to drive him off； or else he would have fed。 Only then did she stop to shake the water from her fur。 The white thing lay facedown in the mud； her dead flesh wrinkled and pale； cold blood trickling from her throat。 Rise； she thought。 Rise and eat and run with us。
The sound of horses turned her head。 Men。 They were ing from downwind； so she had not smelled them； but now they were almost here。 Men on horses； with flapping black and yellow and pink wings and long shiny claws in hand。 Some of her younger brothers bared their teeth to defend the food they'd found； but she snapped at them until they scattered。 That was the way of the wild。 Deer and hares and crows fled before wolves； and wolves fled from men。 She abandoned the cold white prize in the mud where she had dragged it； and ran； and felt no shame。
When morning came； the Hound did not need to shout at Arya or shake her awake。 She had woken before him for a change； and even watered the horses。 They broke their fast in silence； until Sandor said； 〃This thing about your mother 。 。 。〃
〃It doesn't matter；〃 Arya said in a dull voice。 〃I know she's dead。 I saw her in a dream。〃
The Hound looked at her a long time； then nodded。 No more was said of it。 They rode on toward the mountains。
In the higher hills； they came upon a tiny isolated village surrounded by grey…green sentinels and tall blue soldier pines； and Clegane decided to risk going in。 〃We need food；〃 he said； 〃and a roof over our heads。 They're not like to know what happened at the Twins； and with any luck they won't know me。〃
The villagers were building a wooden palisade around their homes； and when they saw the breadth of the Hound's shoulders they offered them food and shelter and even coin for work。 〃If there's wine as well； I'll do it；〃 he growled at them。 in the end； he settled for ale； and drank himself to sleep each night。
His dream of selling Arya to Lady Arryn died there in the hills； though。 〃There's frost above us and snow in the high passes；〃 the village elder said。 〃If you don't freeze or starve； the shadowcats will get you； or the cave bears。 There's the clans as well。 The Burned Men are fearless since Timett One…Eye came back from the war。 And half a year ago； Gunthor son of Gurn led the Stone Crows down on a village not eight miles from here。 They took every woman and every scrap of grain； and killed half the men。 They have steel now； good swords and mail hauberks； and they watch the high road…the Stone Crows； the Milk Snakes； the Sons of the Mist； all of them。 Might be you'd take a few with you； but in the end they'd kill you and make off with your daughter。〃
I'm not his daughter； Arya might have shouted； if she hadn't felt so tired。 She was no one's daughter now。 She was no one。 Not Arya； not Weasel
