tg.stone of tears-第108章

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to　serve　under　you。　You　have　my　life；　and　the　lives　of　every　one　of　my　men。　If　you　know　how　to　stop　those　men　from　murdering　any　more　people；　we　will　do　whatever　you　ask。'
　
　She　nodded　down　to　the　three　men。　This　is　no　war　game；　Captain。　For　us　to　win；　every　man　must　do　as　he　is　ordered。　Anyone　who　doesn't　do　as　we　order　is　aiding　the　enemy。　That　is　treason。　If　you　want　to　stop　those　men；　then　you　all　are　going　to　have　to　turn　mand　over　to　me；　and　you　can't　change　your　mind　if　the　task　bees　grim。　Do　you　understand？'
　
　'Yes；　Mother　Confessor。　I　understand。'
　
　She　looked　to　the　other　two。　'And　you？'
　
　'I　am　honored　to　serve　under　you；　Mother　Confessor。'
　
　'As　am　I；　Mother　Confessor。'
　
　Kahlan　motioned　them　up　and　then　drew　her　fur　mantle　closed。　'I　must　get　to　Aydindril。　It　is　of　the　utmost　importance；　but　I　will　help　you　begin　this。　We　will　tell　you　what　must　be　done。　I　can　give　you　only　a　day　or　two；　we　will　help　you　begin　the　killing；　and　then　we　must　be　on　our　way。'
　
　'Mother　Confessor；　what　of　the　wizard？'
　
　Kahlan　looked　at　him　from　under　her　eyebrows。　'You　leave　the　wizard　to　me。　Do　you　understand？　He　is　mine。　I　will　handle　it。'
　
　'All　right。　What　do　you　want　us　to　do　first？'
　
　Kahlan　walked　between　the　captain　and　one　of　the　lieutenants。　'The　first　thing　you　have　to　do　is　get　me　a　horse。'
　
　Chandalen　leapt　forward　and　gripped　her　arm；　slowing　her　as　he　put　his　head　close　to　hers。　His　tone　was　angry　with　suspicion。　'Why　do　you　want　a　horse？　Where　are　you　going？'
　
　She　came　to　a　halt；　pulling　her　arm　free。　She　took　in　all　six　men。　'Do　you　have　any　idea　what　it　is　I'm　about　to　do？　I'm　about　to　choose　sides。　I　am　the　Mother　Confessor。　If　I　choose　sides；　I　choose　sides　for　all　the　Midlands。　I　mit　all　the　Midlands　to　war。'　She　met　Chandalen's　eyes。　'I　cannot　do　that　on　the　word　of　these　men。'
　
　Chandalen　erupted　in　fury。　'What　more　proof　do　you　need！　You　saw　what　they　did　back　at　that　city！'
　
　'What　I　saw　does　not　matter。　I　must　know　why。　I　cannot　simply　declare　war。　I　must　know　who　these　men　are；　for　whom　they　fight。'　She　had　another　reason　to　go；　a　more　important　reason；　but　she　didn't　speak　it。
　
　They　are　killers！'
　
　'You've　killed　people。　Would　you　not　want　others　to　know　the　reason　before　they　sought　vengeance？'
　
　'You　foolish　woman！'　Prindin　put　a　cautionary　hand　on　Chandalen's　arm；　attempting　to　bring　a　little　prudence　to　Chandalen's　words。　Chandalen　angrily　wrenched　his　arm　away。　'You　say　these　men　are　foolish；　and　they　have　thousands。　You　are　one！　You　have　no　chance　to　escape　if　they　decide　to　kill　you！'
　
　'I'm　the　Mother　Confessor。　None　may　lay　a　weapon　to　me。'
　
　She　knew　it　was　an　absurd　pretext；　but　she　had　to　do　this；　and　could　think　of　no　other　justification　to　allay　his　fears。　Chandalen　was　too　angry　to　speak。　He　finally　turned　away　with　a　growl。　She　knew　that　in　the　past　he　would　have　been　angry　because　if　she　were　killed　he　couldn't　return　home；　she　thought　that　perhaps　now　he　was　genuinely　afraid　for　her。
　
　She　didn't　like　the　idea　either；　but　had　no　choice。　She　was　the　Mother　Confessor。　She　had　a　duty　to　the　Midlands。
　
　'Lieutenant　Hobson；　please　get　me　a　horse。　A　white　or　gray　if　you　have　one。'　He　nodded　and　ran　off　to　do　as　asked。　'Captain；　I　want　you　to　get　all　your　men　together　and　tell　them　what's　happening。'
　
　Chandalen　stood　with　his　back　to　her。　She　stroked　a　hand　down　the　white　fur　over　his　shoulder；　over　his　father's　bone　knife。　'You　are　fighting　for　the　Midlands　now；　not　just　the　Mud　People。'　He　let　out　an　angry　grunt。　'While　I'm　gone；　I　want　you　three　to　start　explaining　to　these　men　what　must　be　done。　I　hope　to　be　back　before　dawn。'
　
　When　she　saw　Hobson　returning　with　the　horse；　her　knees　tried　to　buckle。　Dear　spirits；　what　had　she　gotten　herself　into？
　
　She　turned　to　face　Captain　Ryan。　'If　I'm　。。。　If　anything　。。。'　She　took　a　breath　and　started　again。　'If　I　get　lost　and　can't　find　my　way　back；　you're　to　take　your　orders　from　Chandalen。　Do　you　understand？　You're　to　do　as　he　says。'
　
　'Yes；　Mother　Confessor；'　he　said　in　a　quiet　tone　as　he　put　his　fist　to　his　heart　in　salute。　'May　the　good　spirits　be　with　you。'
　
　'From　my　experience；　I'll　take　a　fast　horse　instead。'
　
　Then　you　have　your　wish；'　Lieutenant　Hobson　said。　'Nick　is　fast；　and　he's　fierce。　He　won't　let　you　down。'
　
　The　Captain　cupped　his　hands；　giving　her　a　boost　up　onto　the　big　warhorse。　She　looked　down　at　the　men　as　she　gave　the　gray　an　introductory　pat　on　his　neck。　Nick　snorted　and　tossed　his　head。　Before　she　lost　her　nerve；　she　pulled　the　big　stallion　around　and　urged　him　toward　the　slopes；　toward　a　trail　that　would　circle　her　around　to　e　into　the　enemy　camp　from　the　other　side。
　
　
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　The　snow…crusted　trees　loomed　all　about　her　in　the　eerie　light。　The　moon　would　be　down　soon；　but　for　the　time　being　it　gave　the　snow　a　luminescence　that　made　the　way　easy　to　see。　As　she　trotted　her　horse　into　the　open　valley；　she　was　almost　glad　to　be　free　of　the　pressing　trees　that　could　hide　anyone　intent　on　ambush。　She　made　no　attempt　to　conceal　her　approach；　and　the　sentries　saw　her；　but　they　made　no　move　to　stop　a　lone　rider。
　
　Ahead；　the　army's　camp　was　alive　with　fires；　men；　and　noise。　As　large　as　a　small　city；　it　could　be　spotted　easily　and　heard　from　miles　away。　Confident　in　their　numbers；　they　feared　no　attack。
　
　With　the　hood　of　her　fur　mantle　pulled　up　and　drawn　close　around　her　face；　Kahlan　walked　Nick　among　the　confusion　of　men；　wagons；　horses；　mules；　tents；　gear；　and　roaring　fires。　She　sat　tall　on　her　horse；　and　above　the　din　she　could　almost　hear　her　heart　thumping。　The　strong　aroma　of　roasting　meat　and　woodsmoke　filled　the　still　air。　The　snow　had　been　trampled　and　packed　flat　by　tens　of　thousands　of　feet；　both　man　and　beast；　and　by　wagons　of　every　sort。
　
　Men　were　gathered　around　fires；　drinking　and　eating　and　singing。　Pikes　were　stacked　upright　in　circles；　leaning　in；　with　their　heads　all　resting　together　in　bristling　cones。　Lances　were　everywhere；　sticking　up　from　snowbanks；　looking　like　forests　of　stripped　saplings。　Tents　sprouted　all　about　without　any　order　to　their　layout。
　
　Men　roamed　far　and　near；　stumbling　from　one　fire　to　another　to　try　the　food；　to　join　in　song　around　men　with　flutes；　to　gamble　at　dice；　or　to　share　the　drink。　Sharing　the　drink　seemed　to　be　what　occupied　most　of　them。
　
　No　one　paid　any　attention　to　her。　They　seemed　too　preoccupied　to　notice　her。　She　kept　her　horse　at　a　trot；　and　passed　the　ones　who　did　stare　up　before　they　had　a　chance　to　wonder　at；　or　confirm；　what　they　had　seen。　The　whole　place　seemed　to　be　in　an　uproar　of　activity。　Her　warhorse　didn't　so　much　as　flinch　at　the　pandemonium　all　about。
　
　From　some　of　the　tents　in　the　distance　she　heard　the　screams　of　women；　followed　by　the　raucous　laughter　of　men。　Despite　her　attempt　to　stop　it；　a　shiver　ran　down　her　spine。
　
　Kahlan　knew　that　armies　like　this　one　were　acpanied　by　prostitutes　who　rode　along　in　the　supply　wagons　with　other　camp　followers。　She　also　knew　that　armies　like　this　one　took　women　as　part　of　their　plunder；　considering　them　a　simple　privilege　of　victory；　much　as　taking　a　ring　from　a　dead　man；　and　worth　little　more。　Whatever　the　reasons　for　the　screams；　feigned　delight　or　true　terror；　she　knew　she　could　do　nothing　about　it；　and　so　tried　not　to　hear　them；　turning　her　attention　instead　to　the　men　she　passed。
　
　At　first　she　saw　only　D'Haran　troops。　She　knew　their　leather　and　mail　and　armored　uniforms　all　too　well。　Each　of　the　breastplates　bore　an　ornate；　embossed　letter　R；　for　the　House　of　Rahl。　Soon　though；　she　was　able　to　pick　out　Kel…tans　among　the　D'Harans。　She　saw　one　group　of　a　dozen　men　from　Westland；　each　with　an　arm　around　the　next　fellow's　shoulders　as　they　danced　in　a　circle　and　at　the　same　time　drank　from　mugs。　She　saw　men　of　other　lands；　too；　a　few　from　Nicobarese；　some　Sandarians；　and　to　her　horror；　a　handful　of　Galeans。　Maybe；　she　thought；　they　were　simply　D'Harans　in　the　uniforms　of　men　they　had　killed。　Somehow；　she　didn't　believe　that。
　
　Sporadic　quarrels　were　going　on　throughout　the　camp。　Men　argued　over　a　lay　of　the　dice；　food；　casks；　or　even　bottles　of　drink。　Some　of　the　disputes　erupted　into　fights　with　fists　and　knives。　She　saw　one　man　stabbed　in　the　gut；　to　the　uproarious　laughter　of　onlookers。
　
　At　last　she　spotted　what　she　was　looking　for：　the　tents　belonging　to　the　manders。　Though　they　hadn't　bothered　to　put　up　their　flags；　she　knew　by　their　size　what　they　were。　Outside　the　largest；　a　small　table　had　been　set　up　next　to　a　roaring　fire　with　spitted　meat　over　it。　Lanterns　on　poles　surrounded　the　group　of　men　gathered　there。
　
　As　she　approached；　a　huge　man　who　sat　with　his　feet　up　on　the　table　was　yelling；　'。。。　and　I　mean　right　now；　or　I'll　have　your　head！　A　full　one！　You　bring　a　full　cask　or　I'll　have　your　head　on　a　pike！'　When　the　soldier　scurried　off；　the　table　of　men　erupted　in　laughter。
　
　Kahlan　brought　her　huge　warhorse　right　up　to　the　edge　of　the　table。　She　sat　tall　and　still　as　she　appraised　the　half…dozen　men　sitting　around　the　table。　Four　were　D'Haran　officers；　the　one　with　his　boots　resting　on　the　table　had　been　the　man　who　had　been　yelling；　one　was　a　Keltish　mander　in　an　ornate　uniform　unbuttoned　to　reveal　a　filthy　shirt　soaked　with　wine　and　meat　drippings；　and　one　man　wore　plain；　tan　robes。
　
　With　a　large　knife；　the　man　with　his　feet　up　on　the　table　carved　a　long　strip　of　meat　from　a　bone。　He　tossed　the　bone　over　his　shoulder　to　a　snarling　pack　of　dogs　behind　him。　He　tore　the　strip　of　meat　in　half　with　his　teeth　and　pointed　with　the　knife　to　his　right；　to　the　young　man　in　plain　robes；　as　he　added　a　swig　from　a　mug　to　the　meat　already　in　his　mouth。　He　spoke　around　it　all。
　
　'Wizard　Slagle　here　told　me　he　thought　he　smelled　a　Confessor。'　He　peered　up　with　bloodshot　eyes。　'And　where　is　your　wizard；　Confessor？　Huh？'　Everyone　at　the　table　laughed　with　him。　Ale　ran　down　his　thick；　blond　beard。　'Bring　anything　to　drink；　Confessor？　We're　nearly　out。　No？　Well；　not　to　mind。'　With　the　knife；　he　pointed　over　to　the　Keltish　mander。　'Karsh　here　tells　me　there's　a　nice　city　a　week　or　so　down　the　mountains；　and　they're　bound　to　have　some　ale　for　us　thirsty　boys；　after　they　wele　us　to　their　town　and　swear　allegiance。'
　
　Kahlan's　eyes　slid　to　the　wizard。　It　was　for　him　she　had　e。　She　coolly　calculated　whether　or　not　she　could　make　the　jump　from　the　horse　to　the　wizard　and　touch　him　with　her　power　before　she　was　caught　by　that　big　knife。　The　man　wielding　the　knife　didn't　look　to　be　able　to　react　too　quickly。　Still；　she　judged　it　to　be　poor　odds。　She　was　willing　to　give　her　life　to　the　task；　but　only　if　she　could　be　reasonably　sure　of　success。
　
　But　it　was　for　him　she　had　e。　The　wizard　was　this　army's　eyes。　He　saw　things　before　they　could；　and　things　they　couldn't　see；　like　her。　And　D'Harans　feared　things　magic；　and　spirits。　A　wizard　was　their　defense　against　magic　and　those　spirits。
　
　Her　gaze　moved　from　the　wizard's　deep…set　eyes　and　drunken；　leering　smirk　to　what　he　was　doing　with　his　hands。　He　was　whittling。　Before　him　on　the　table　was　a　pile　of　shavings。　She　remembered　the　piles　of　wood　shavings　in　the