bl.necroscope2-第6章
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〃In all modesty。 This and more。〃
〃And you've brought my men back with you; without casualty?〃
〃A handful are fallen。〃 Thibor shrugged。 〃But I found eighty to replace them。〃
〃Show me。〃
They went to the great doors; out onto the wide steps of the church。 There in the square; Thibor's men waited in silence; some upon horses but most afoot; all armed to the teeth and looking very fierce。 They were the same sorry bunch the Wallach had taken away with him; but no longer sorry。 His standard flew from three tall flagstaffs: the golden dragon; and upon its back a black bat with of carnelian。
The Vlad nodded。 〃Your mark;〃 he mented; per…haps sourly。 〃A bat。〃
〃The black bat of the Wallachs; aye;〃 said Thibor。One of the monks spoke up; 〃But atop the dragon?〃
Thibor grinned at him wolfishly。 〃Would you have the dragon pissing on my bat?〃 The monks took the prince aside while Thibor stood waiting。 He could not hear what was said; but he'd imagined it often enough in times since:
〃These men are utterly loyal to him! See how proud they stand beneath his banner?〃 the senior monk would have whispered in that sly Greek way。 〃It could be a nuisance。〃
And Vlad: 〃Does it trouble you? I have five times their number right here in the city。〃
The Greek: 〃But these men have been tried in battle; they are warriors all!〃
Vlad: 〃What are you saying? I should fear him? I've Varyagi blood in me and fear no man!〃
Greek: 〃Of course you don't。 But。。。 he sets himself above his station; this one。 Can we not find him a task…him and a handful of his men…and keep the rest of them back here to bolster the city's defences? This way; in his absence; their loyalty will surely swing more rightly to you。〃
And Vladimir Svyatoslavich's eyes narrowing more yet。 Then…his nod of approval: I have the very thing。 Yes; and I believe you're right…best to be rid of him。 These Wallachs are a tricky lot。 Far too insular。。。〃 And out loud to the Voevod: 〃Thibor; I'm honouring you tonight at the palace。 You and five of your best。 Then you can tell me all about your victories。 But there'll be ladies there; so see you're washed and leave your armour in your lodgings and tents。〃
With a stiff little bow Thibor backed off; went down the steps to his mount; led his men away。 At his mand; as they left the square; they rattled their weapons and gave a single; sharp; ringing shout: 〃Prince Vladimir!〃 Then they were gone into the autumn morning; gone into Kiev; called the City at the Edge of the Woods。。。
Despite the disturbance; the unknown intrusion; the Thing in the ground continued to dream。 Night would soon fall; and Thibor was sensitive to night as a rooster is to the dawn; but for now he dreamed。
That night at the palace…a huge place with stone chimneys in every room; and wood fires blazing; sprinkled with aromatic resins…Thibor had worn clean but mon clothes under a rich red robe taken from some high…ranking Pechenegi。 His flesh was washed and perfumed; tanned like leather; and his forelocks freshly greased。 He was an imposing sight。 His officers; too; were spruce。 Though they obviously stood in awe of him; still he spoke to them with some familiarity; but he was courteous to the ladies; attentive to the Vlad。
It was possible (so Thibor had later reckoned) that the prince found himself in two minds: the Wallach would seem to have proved himself a warrior; a Voevod indeed。 By rights he should be made a Boyar; given lands of his own。 A man will fight even harder if he fights to protect that which is his。 But there was that sombre something about Thibor which the Vlad found disquieting。 So perhaps his Greek advisors were right。
〃Now tell me how you dealt with the Pechenegi; Thibor of Wallachia;〃 Vladimir finally manded; when all were feasting。 Their dishes were several: Greek sausages wrapped in vine leaves; joints roasted in the Viking fashion; goulashes steaming in huge pots。 Meads and wines came by the gallon。 All at table stabbed and speared with their knives at smoking meats; short bursts of con…versation would erupt now and then amidst the general clatter of eating。 Thibor's voice; though he hardly raised it at all; had carried over all of that。 And gradually the great table had grown quieter。
〃The Pechenegi e in parties or tribes。 They are not like a mighty army; there is little of unity; they have their own chiefs who vie with each other。 The earthworks and fortifications on the Ros at the edge of the wooded steppe have stopped them because they are not united。 If they came as an army they could cross river and battlements both in a day; carrying all away before them。 But they merely probe around our defences; contenting themselves with whatever they can pillage in short; sharp forays to east and west。 This is how they sacked Kolomyya on the west flank。 They crossed the Prut by day; crept forward in the forests; rested overnight and attacked at first light。 It is their way。 And so they gradually encroach。
〃This is how I saw the situation: because the defences are there; our soldiers use them: we hide behind them。 The earthworks act as a border。 We have been content to say; 〃South of these works lies the territory of the Pechenegi; and we must keep him out。〃 Wherefore the Pechenegi; barbarian that he is; in fact holds us in siege! I have sat on the walls of our forts and seen our enemies make camp; unafraid。 Smoke from his fires goes up; all untroubled; because we don't molest him on 〃his〃 ground。
〃When I left Kiev; Prince Vladimir; you said: 〃Fend off the Pechenegi; keep him from crossing the Ros。〃 But I said; 〃Pursue the fiend and kill him!〃 One day I saw a camp of some two hundred; they had their women; even their children with them! They were camped across the river; to the west; quite apart from the other encamp…ments。 I split my two hundred in half。 Half went with me across the river in the dusk。 We stole up on the Pechenegi fires。 They had guards out but most of them were sleeping…and we cut their throats in the night without them ever knowing who killed them! Then we set about the camp…but all in silence。 I had daubed my men in mud。 Any man not daubed was Pechenegi。 In the darkness we slew them; flitting from tent to tent。 We were like great bats in the night; and it was very bloody。
〃When the camp was awakened half were already dead。 The rest gave chase。 We led them back to the Ros; and them hounding us; eager to catch us at the river; all of them shouting and screaming their warcries! But we shouted and screamed not at all。 At the river; on the Pechenegi side; my second hundred lay in waiting。 They were daubed in mud。 They struck not at their silent; muddy brothers but trapped the howling pursuers。 Then we rose up; turned in upon the Pechenegi; slew them to a man。 And we cut off their thumbs。。。〃 He paused。
〃Bravo!〃 said Vladimir the prince; faintly。
〃Another time;〃 Thibor continued; 〃we went to Kamenets which was under siege。 Again I had half my men with me。 The Pechenegi about the town saw us; gave chase。 We led them into a steep…sided gulley where; after we had scrambled through; my other half rained down an avalanche upon them。 I lost many thumbs that time; buried under the boulders…else I would have brought you back another sackful!〃
Now there was almost total silence about the table。 It was not so much the reporting of these deeds that impressed but the stony delivery; which lacked all emotion。 When the Pechenegi had raided; raped and razed this man's Ungar settlement; they had turned him into an utterly pitiless killer。
〃I've had reports; of course;〃 Svyatoslavich broke the silence; 〃if somewhat vague until now and few and far between。 But this is something to chew on。 And so my Boyars have driven the Pechenegi back; you say? A recent turn of events? Perhaps they learned something from you; eh?〃
〃They learned that standing guard behind high walls achieves nothing!〃 said Thibor。 〃I spoke to them and said: 〃Summer is at an end。 The Pechenegi far to the south are grown fat and idle from the little work they've had to do; they do not think we'll e against them。 They are building permanent settlements; winter homes for them…selves。 Like the Khazars before them; they are putting aside the sword in favour of the plough。 If we strike now they'll fall like grass beneath the scythe!〃 Then; all the Boyars banded together; crossed the river; struck deep into the southern steppes。 We killed the Pechenegi wherever we found them。
〃But by then I had heard rumours of a greater peril in the making: to the east the Polovtsy are rising up! They spill over from the great steppes and deserts; expand westward…soon they'll be at our doors。 When the Khazars fell they left the way open for the Pechenegi。 And after the Pechenegi? Which is why I thought…why I dared to think…that perhaps the Vlad would give me an army and send me east; to put down our enemies before they wax too strong。。。〃
For long moments Prince Vladimir simply sat and stared at him from eyes half…lidded。 Then he quietly said; 〃You've e a long way in a year and a month; Wallach。。。〃 And out loud; to his guests: 〃Eat; drink; talk! Honour this man。 We owe him that much。〃 But as the feasting continued he got up; indicating that Thibor should walk with him。 They went out into the grounds; into the cool autumn evening。 The wood smoke was fragrant under the trees。
A little way from the palace; the prince paused。 Thibor; we'll have to see about this idea of yours…this eastward invasion; for that's what it would be…for I'm not sure we're ready for that。 It's been tried before; you know。〃 He nodded bitterly。 〃The Grand Prince himself tried it。 First he tackled the Khazars…Svyatoslav ground them down and the Byzantines swept up their pieces…and then he had a go at Bulgaria and Macedonia。 And while he was at it the nomads laid siege to Kiev itself! And did he pay for his zeal? Aye; however many sagas are written about him。 Nomads sank him in the river rapids and made his skull into a drinking cup! He was hasty; you see? Oh; he got rid of the Khazars; all right; but only to let in the damned Pechenegi! And shall I be hasty too?〃
The Wallach stood silent for a moment in the dusk。 〃You'll send me back to the southern steppe; then?〃
〃I might; and I might not。 I might stand you down from the fighting entirely; make you a Boyar; give you land and men to look after it for you。 There's a lot of good land here; Thibor。〃
Thibor shook his head。 〃Then I'd prefer to return to Wallachia。 I'm no farmer; Prince。 I tried that and the Pechenegi came and made a warrior of me。 Since then…all my dreams have been red ones。 Dreams of blood。 The blood of my enemies; the enemies of this land。〃
〃And what of my enemies?〃
〃They are the same。 Only show them to me。〃
〃Very well;〃 said the Vlad; I'll show you one of them; Do you know the mountains to the west; which divide us from the Hungarians?〃
〃My fathers were Ungars;〃 said Thibor。 〃As for the mountains: I was born under them。 Not in the west but in the south; in the land of the Wallachs; beyond the bend in the mountains。〃
The prince nodded。 〃So you have some experience of mountains and their treachery。 Good。 But on my side of those peaks; beyond Galich; in that area called the Khorvaty after a certain people; there lives a B