df.therunelords-第106节
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It tore him； dismayed him； far more than that flash of light or the groaning of the earth。
He swayed in his saddle； whispered； 〃Father。〃
Somehow； somehow Gaborn feared that his wish to strike at Raj Ahten had caused his father's death。
It had not been the will of the earth to strike。 Gaborn had felt no pulsion greater than his own anger。 Yet he'd given the mand。
No； Gaborn thought。 I don't believe it。 I don't believe I caused it。 How can I know he's dead until I've seen it？
The wizard Binnesman turned to Gaborn； infinite sadness in his eye； and whispered； 〃You called for your father。 Is he gone； then？〃
〃I。。。don't know；〃 Gaborn said。
〃Use the Earth Sight。 Is he gone？〃
Gaborn felt inside himself； tried to reach out to his father； but could feel nothing。 He nodded。
Binnesman whispered so that only Gaborn could hear。 〃So the mantle passes。 Until now you have been but a prince。 Now you must bee a king in deed。〃
Gaborn slumped forward in his saddle； sick to his heart。 〃What？ What can I do？ How can I stop this？〃 Gaborn asked。 〃If I am Earth King； what good can I do？〃
〃Much good。 You can call the earth to your aid；〃 Binnesman said。 〃It can help protect you。 Hide you。 You only need to learn how to do so。〃
〃I want Raj Ahten dead；〃 Gaborn said blankly。
〃The earth will not kill；〃 Binnesman whispered。 〃Its strength lies in nurturing life； protecting。 And Raj Ahten is backed by other Powers。 You must think； Gaborn。 How can you best protect your people？ All mankind is in jeopardy； not just these few at Longmont。 Your father is but one man； and I fear he chose to place himself in jeopardy。〃
〃I want Raj Ahten dead！ Now！〃 Gaborn shouted； not at Binnesman； but to the earth that had promised to protect him。 Yet he knew the earth was not at fault。 Gaborn had felt a premonition that his father was in jeopardy。 Yet he had not heeded that warning； had not pulled his father from Longmont。
Gaborn felt ill to his heart。
He was twenty miles from Longmont。 His force horse could cover that distance in less than half an hour。 But if he did； what would it gain him？ He'd lose his life。
He considered spurring his horse on； anyway。
Beside him； Iome seemed to read his thoughts。 She touched his knee with her hand。 〃Don't；〃 she whispered。 〃Don't go。〃
Gaborn looked at the ground。 At his horse's feet； gray…green grasshoppers flew up in fright； fat grasshoppers； sluggish at the end of the autumn。
〃Can we help them at Longmont； do you think？〃 Gaborn asked Binnesman。
The wizard shrugged。 Worry lined his face。 〃You help their cause even now； with this ruse。 But do you mean； can you defeat Raj Ahten？ Not with these troops。 The battle goes ill for Longmontas it would for you； should you attack too soon。 Your strength lies not in slaughter； but as a defender。 Let your men kick up more dust as they walk。 Then we will see what happens。。。〃
They rode on in palpable silence for two long minutes。 All that time； Gaborn felt torn； fey。 He blamed himself for his father's death； for the death of Rowan； for the deaths of all the Dedicates at Castle Sylvarresta。 Such a toll； such a heavy price the world was paying for his weakness。 For he felt sure that if he were stronger； if he had just done something different； turned left when he'd turned right； he could have saved them all。
A strange noise began to rumble across the plainsa single note； a cry like none Gaborn had ever heard or thought to imagine。 It rolled over the plains like a distant shout。
Raj Ahten's death cry！ he thought。
But almost immediately； it was followed by another such cry； echoing over the heath。
Binnesman's mount kicked and raised its ears； just as heavy wet drops of sleet began to splash over the ground。 With an ache in his heart； Gaborn watched the wizard spur his horse toward Longmont； and wished he could follow。
〃e； Gaborn； bring your army！〃 Binnesman shouted。 〃The earth is in pain！〃
Then he sawthe sleet ahead had begun to fall in great sheets from the sky； watering the heath。 No far…seer would be able to pierce the oning deluge。 If Gaborn's ruse had not worked already； it could have no further effect。
With a shout； Gaborn raised his fist； called the charge。
Chapter 54
SHOSTAG
Shostag the Axeman hid in the Duke's cellars when he felt the quickening。 A sense of profound energy tingled through every inch of his skin； and he leapt into action。
So Orden had died。 Shostag wondered how it had happened。
Shostag had outwitted dozens of Runelords in his short life。 He was not a man of deep understanding or broad study； but he kept his eyes open； reached decisions fast。 Most people assumed that because fat covered his bearlike muscles； he was also dull…witted。 Not so。
As he clutched his huge double…headed axe； he raced up the steps and burst through the cellar doors。 He did so with calculated efficiency； hitting doors no more quickly than if he'd run full…tilt。 He even slipped the bar from a door as he exited； so the door burst open from the impact of his blow。
Then he raced through the buttery of the Duke's kitchens； out the kitchen doors； and to the green before the great hall。
Hundreds of Raj Ahten's Invincibles were in the green； battling the defenders of Longmont。 War dogs raced among them； huge mottled gray horrors in red leather masks。 Along the west wall he saw a fiery salamander； and along all the walls were men； burning or fallen in battle。
A few of Orden's archers along the north castle walls were firing into the green； for his men were faring so poorly that any arrow would likely strike Raj Ahten's men without a chance of hitting a defender。
But even the fastest war dog or Invincible in the group could hardly move at an eighth of Shostag's speed。 They seemed little more than statues。 Here in the green； Shostag could see no sign of Raj Ahten。
Shostag took his great iron axe and began moving through the crowd； swinging in plex arcs； lopping the heads off of Raj Ahten's Invincibles in almost a casual manner； cleaving dogs in two； dodging arrows and whatnot。
He'd hardly murdered two hundred of the bastards when he spotted a swift movement at the gates。 Raj Ahten himself； rushing toward him。
The Wolf Lord wore no helm； but bore a battle…axe in one hand and a scimitar in the other。 Or at least Shostag imagined it was the Wolf Lord。 His face shone like the sun； but he had a hideously deformed shoulder。 All the easier to fight him； Shostag imagined。
Raj Ahten took one look at Shostag； smiled。 〃So； King Orden is dead； and you think you are next； do you？〃
Shostag jutted his chin； and spun his huge axe with a flourish。 〃You know； that arm would look better if I hacked off the rest of it for you。〃
〃e give it a try；〃 Raj Ahten urged。 The Wolf Lord was studying the swath of corpses； some of them still in the process of falling； strewn in a path from the kitchens。
With a start； Raj Ahten dashed left； darted up the narrow road to some lord's manor； away from Shostag。 As he sped along the street； he slashed the throat of any defender within reach； shoved his own men from his path。
Shostag leapt after him。 He saw Raj Ahten's plan。
Shostag was at the pinnacle of twenty men； each vectoring metabolism to him。 And several of those men had taken endowments of metabolism before； so that Shostag now ran with the speed of forty。 If Raj Ahten could find a man in the serpent and slaughter him； he'd break the line of Shostag's power； 〃slice the serpent〃 in two。
By doing so； he'd give two separate warriors high metabolism； create two serpents' heads； neither able to strike as quickly as Shostag could now。 Raj Ahten was hunting for Dedicates。
If Shostag was lucky； Raj Ahten would find a man near the tail of the serpent。 Killing the tail would still leave Shostag with high metabolism； leave him with the speed of something close to forty。
But Shostag preferred not to rely on luck。
Raj Ahten had glanced at the corpses strewn across the yard； seen that Shostag came from the kitchens。 Now Raj Ahten suspected that the Dedicates wouldn't be hiding in the Dedicates' Keep； hut were secreted around the castle。 Raj Ahten ran to the nearest unsecured building。
Shostag followed； rounded a corner too fast。 His center of gravity kept him traveling so that he bowled into half a dozen of the castle's defenders。 He scraped his leg on some man's pike。 Regained his feet。 Ran。
The air felt heavy； hard to breathe。 Shostag did not have the endowments of brawn necessary to easily draw breath with such high metabolism。 His head spun； he felt dizzy。
Raj Ahten turned at a doorway leading to the lord's apartments； raced into the manor。 Shostag followed。
Shostag was a Wolf Lord； with endowments of scent from three dogs。 He could smell better than most men ever dreamed； and men are such smelly brutes。 Thus he wasn't surprised to enter the room and see Raj Ahten tearing at the door of a cedar wardrobe。 Like Shostag； Raj Ahten didn't need to see a man to know that one was hiding in the room。
Shostag rushed Raj Ahten； axe whirling。
Raj Ahten spun； blocked Shostag's blow with his own battle…axe； sparks flew from the weapons。 The iron handle of Raj Ahten's smaller axe bent。 Shostag marveled that his bl
