rh.conanthewarrior-第3节
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thdrawn； vanishing from their sight as if it had sunk in a pool。
Peering down through broken branches that scraped the rock； they saw it squatting on its haunches at the foot of the crag； staring unblinkingly up at them。
Valeria shuddered。
〃How long do you suppose he'll crouch there？〃
Conan kicked the skull on the leaf…strewn shelf。
〃That fellow must have climbed up here to escape him； or one like him。 He must have died of starvation。 There are no bones broken。 That thing must be a dragon； such as the black people speak of in their legends。 If so； it won't leave here until we're both dead。〃
Valeria looked at him blankly； her resentment forgotten。 She fought down a surging of panic。 She had proved her reckless courage a thousand times in wild battles on sea and land； on the blood…slippery decks of burning war ships； in the storming of walled cities； and on the trampled sandy beaches where the desperate men of the Red Brotherhood bathed their knives in one another's blood in their fights for leadership。 But the prospect now confronting her congealed her blood。 A cutlass stroke in the heat of battle was nothing； but to sit idle and helpless on a bare rock until she perished of starvation； besieged by a monstrous survival of an elder age…the thought sent panic throbbing through her brain。
〃He must leave to eat and drink；〃 she said helplessly。
〃He won't have to go far to do either；〃 Conan pointed out。 〃He's just gorged on horse meat and； like a real snake； he can go for a long time without eating or drinking again。 But he doesn't sleep after eating； like a real snake； it seems。 Anyway； he can't climb this crag。〃
Conan spoke imperturbably。 He was a barbarian； and the terrible patience of the wilderness and its children was as much a part of him as his lusts and rages。 He could endure a situation like this with a coolness impossible to a civilized person。
〃Can't we get into the trees and get away； traveling like apes through the branches？〃 she asked desperately。
He shook his head。 〃I thought of that。 The branches that touch the crag down there are too light。 They'd break with our weight。 Besides； I have an idea that devil could tear up any tree around here by its roots。〃
〃Well； are we going to sit here on our rumps until we starve； like that？〃 she cried furiously； kicking the skull clattering across the ledge。 〃I won't do it！ I'll go down there and cut his damned head off…〃
Conan had seated himself on a rocky projection at the foot of the spire。 He looked up with a glint of admiration at her blazing eyes and tense； quivering figure； but； realizing that she was in just the mood for any madness； he let none of his admiration sound in his voice。
〃Sit down；〃 he grunted； catching her by her wrist and pulling her down on his knee。 She was too surprised to resist as he took her sword from her hand and shoved it back in its sheath。 〃Sit still and calm down。 You'd only break your steel on his scales。 He'd gobble you up at one gulp； or smash you like an egg with that spiked tail of his。 We'll get out of this jam some way； but we shan't do it by getting chewed up and swallowed。〃
She made no reply； nor did she seek to repulse his arm from about her waist。 She was frightened； and the sensation was new to Valeria of the Red Brotherhood。 So she sat on her panion's…or captor's…knee with a docility that would have amazed Zarallo； who had anathematized her as a she…devil out of Hell's seraglio。
Conan played idly with her curly yellow locks； seemingly intent only upon his conquest。 Neither the skeleton at his feet nor the monster crouching below disturbed his mind or dulled the edge of his interest。
The girl's restless eyes； roving the leaves below them； discovered splashes of color among the green。 It was fruit； large； darkly crimson globes suspended from the boughs of a tree whose broad leaves were a peculiarly rich and vivid green。 She became aware of both thirst and hunger； though thirst had not assailed her until she knew she could not descend from the crag to find food and water。
〃We need not starve；〃 she said。 〃There is fruit we can reach。〃
Conan glanced where she pointed。
〃If we ate that we wouldn't need the bite of a dragon；〃 he grunted。 〃That's what the black people of Kush call the Apples of Derketa。 Derketa is the Queen of the Dead。 Drink a little of that juice； or spill it on your flesh； and you'd be dead before you could tumble to the foot of this crag。〃
〃Oh！〃
She lapsed into dismayed silence。 There seemed no way out of their predicament； she reflected gloomily。 She saw no way of escape； and Conan seemed to be concerned only with her supple waist and curly tresses。 If he was trying to formulate a plan of escape he did not show it。
〃If you'll take your hands off me long enough to climb up on that peak；〃 she said presently； 〃you'll see something that will surprise you。〃
He cast her a questioning glance； then obeyed with a shrug of his massive shoulders。 Clinging to the spirelike pinnacle； he stared out over the forest roof。
He stood a long moment in silence； posed like a bronze statue on the rock。
〃It's a walled city； right enough；〃 he muttered presently。 〃Was that where you were going； when you tried to send me off alone to the coast？〃
〃I saw it before you came。 I knew nothing of it when I left Sukhmet。〃
〃Who'd have thought to find a city here？ I don't believe the Stygians ever penetrated this far。 Could black people build a city like that？ I see no herds on the plain； no signs of cultivation； or people moving about。〃
〃How can you hope to see all that； at this distance？〃 she demanded。
He shrugged his shoulders and dropped down on the shelf。
〃Well； the folk of the city can't help us just now。 And they might not； if they could。 The people of the Black Countries are generally hostile to strangers。 Probably stick us full of spears…〃
He stopped short and stood silent； as if he had forgotten what he was saying； frowning down at the crimson spheres gleaming among the leaves。
〃Spears！〃 he muttered。 〃What a blasted fool I am not to have thought of that before！ That shows what a pretty woman does to a man's mind。〃
〃What are you talking about？〃 she inquired。
Without answering her question； he descended to the belt of leaves and looked down through them。 The great brute squatted below； watching the crag with the frightful patience of the reptile folk。 So might one of his breed have glared up at their troglodyte ancestors； treed on a high…flung rock； in the dim dawn ages。 Conan cursed him without heat； and began cutting branches； reaching out and severing them as far from the end as he could reach。 The agitation of the leaves made the monster restless。 He rose from his haunches and lashed his hideous tail； snapping off saplings as if they had been toothpicks。 Conan watched him warily from the corner of his eye； and just as Valeria believed the dragon was about to hurl himself up the crag again； the Cimmerian drew back and climbed up to the ledge with the branches he had cut。 There were three of these； slender shafts about seven feet long； but not larger than his thumb。 He had also cut several strands of tough； thin vine。
〃Branches too light for spear…hafts； and creepers no thicker than cords；〃 he remarked； indicating the foliage about the crag。 〃It won't hold our weight…but there's strength in union。 That's what the Aquilonian renegades used to tell us Cimmerians when they came into the hills to raise an army to invade their own country。 But we always fight by clans and tribes。〃
〃What the devil has that got to do with those sticks？〃 she demanded。
〃You wait and see。〃
Gathering the sticks in a pact bundle； he wedged his poniard hilt between them at one end。 Then with the vines he bound them together and； when he had pleted his task； he had a spear of no small strength； with a sturdy shaft seven feet in length。
〃What good will that do？〃 she demanded。 〃You told me that a blade couldn't pierce his scales…〃
〃He hasn't got scales all over him；〃 answered Conan。 〃There's more than one way of skinning a panther。〃
Moving down to the edge of the leaves； he reached the spear up and carefully thrust the blade through one of the Apples of Derketa； drawing aside to avoid the darkly purple drops that dripped from the pierced fruit。 Presently he withdrew the blade and showed her the blue steel stained a dull purplish crimson。
〃I don't know whether it will do the job or not；〃 quoth he。 〃There's enough poison there to kill an elephant； but…well； we'll see。〃
Valeria was close behind him as he let himself down among the leaves。 Cautiously holding the poisoned pike away from him； he thrust his head through the branches and addressed the monster。
〃What are you waiting down there for； you misbegotten offspring of questionable parents？〃 was one of his more printable queries。 〃Stick your ugly head up here again； you long…necked brute…or do you want me to e down there and kick you loose from your illegitimate spine？〃
There was more of it…some of it crouched in eloquence that made Valeria stare； in spite of her profane education among the seafarers。 And it had its ef
