df.therunelords-第117节
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Indeed； the sky was alive with stars； just as campfires lit the valley。
Gaborn had thought it an odd sentiment on Binnesman's part。 Perhaps he feared the flames as much as he loved the earth。 Even now； on the cool of the evening； he walked barefoot； keeping himself in contact with the source of his power。
Yet almost as soon as the torches were withdrawn； Iome tensed； as if every muscle in her body spasmed。
She leapt to her feet and raised her hands high over her eyes； gazing up to the surrounding hills； and shouted； 〃They e！ They e！ Beware！〃
Gaborn wondered if Iome had lost too much sleep over the past few days； wondered if she dreamed now with her eyes open。 For she was gazing all about； at the line of trees on the western hills； her eyes shining with a fierce wonder。
Gaborn could see nothing。 Yet Iome began shouting and grabbing at Gaborn as if something horrible and wonderful were happening。
Then the wizard Binnesman leapt away from the bodies of the dead kings； shouting； 〃Hold！ Hold！ Everyone get back！ No one move； on your peril！〃
All over the camp； for hundreds of yards； people looked up toward the campfire at their mad princess； at the shouting of the wizard； worry etched on their brows。
Binnesman took Iome by one shoulder； holding her close； and whispered in satisfaction； 〃Indeed； they do e。〃
Then； distantly； distantly； Gaborn heard something： the sound of a wind moving through the trees； sweeping toward them from the forest northwest of the castle。 It was an odd sound； an eerie sound that rose and fell； like the baying of wolves； or like the song of the night wind playing through the chimneys of his father's winter palace。 Only there was a fierceness； an immediacy to the windsong he had heard only once before。
Gaborn gazed to the west； and it seemed that a chill breeze touched him。 But it was an invisible wind； one that moved without swaying branches or bending grass in its wake。
Not a wind； Gaborn decided； but the sounds of many dainty feet； rustling the leaves and grass。 And from the woods； mingled with that odd windsong； came the faint sounds of hunting horns； and the yapping of dogs； and the shouts of men。
On the far hills； pale gray lights began playing under the trees as mounted riders appeared by the thousands。 The gray lights shone dimly。 The colors of the riders' livery was mutedas if Gaborn watched them through a smoked glass。
Yet he could make out the details of their livery and devices： ancient lords of Heredon rode those horses； with their ladies and their dogs and their retainers and squires； all dressed for a great hunt； carrying pig spears。 And more than lords rode with them； for Gaborn could see moners and children in that retinue； madmen and fools； scholars and dotards and dreamers； maids and ladies； farmers by the drab score； pages and smiths and weavers and horsemen and wizardsa whole rollicking nation。
The strange howling in the woods was that of ghostly laughter； for all were laughing gaily； as if in celebration。
The spirits of the Dunnwood rode their mounts to a halt； just under the trees on the western hills； and stood； staring expectantly toward Gaborn and Iome。
Gaborn recognized some of the men thereCaptain Derrow and Captain Ault； Rowan and other men and women from Castle Sylvarresta； most of whom remained nameless to him。
At their head rode a great king Gaborn recognized only from his device； for on his golden shield he bore the ancient emblem of the green knight。
It was Erden Geboren。
Tens and tens of thousands of other lords and ladies and peasants rode with him or followed after； a great horde that covered the hills and downs。 The ghost king raised a great hunting horn to his lips with both hands； and blew。
Its deep call echoed over the hills； silencing everyone who still spoke throughout all the mortal camp。 He blew it plaintively twice more； in short riffs。
It was the call that King Sylvarresta had blown last year at the beginning of his hunt； an invitation for all riders to mount their horses。
At Gaborn's side； a cold wind stirred； a chill that smote him to the bone； so powerful and frightening was it。
Fear gripped him； made him terrified to blink or twitch。 To do so would surely kill him； Gaborn felt。 So he stood； frozen； until he recalled his father's words。 〃No prince of Mystarria need fear the spirits of the Dunnwood。〃
He looked from the corner of his eye to see the ghost of King Sylvarresta rise from the corpse there on its pallet。 Sylvarresta bent at the waist； sitting up； and gazed longingly across the field； to the men of the great hunt。
Then he reached over and shook King Orden's shoulders； rousing him as if from a deep slumber； so that he； too； awoke。
The kings rose together and seemed to call across the valley。 Though their lips moved； they spoke no words that Gaborn could hear； yet a strange moaning issued over the downs。
Across the far valley came a quick response。 Two ladies rode out of that distant crowd； emerging fifty yards from the edge of the wood； each of them leading a saddled horse。
Gaborn recognized them。 One woman was the Queen Venetta Sylvarresta； and the other was Gaborn's own mother。
They smiled radiantly； and seemed to be talking as if neither had a care in the world。 Grand。 Happy。
King Sylvarresta and King Orden took each other's hands and walked casually down the field as they used to when they were but young men。 Sylvarresta seemed to be telling a long joke； and Orden laughed at him heartily； shaking his head。 Their voices carried on the wind as an odd twitter； the words escaping Gaborn。
They moved with deceptive swiftness； these ghosts； like deer leaping through the grass。 In but a handful of steps； King Orden and King Sylvarresta both met their wives； and kissed them in greeting； then mounted their own steeds。
All across the fields； other knights rose to join the hunt。 Men from the fallen castle。 Chemoise's father appeared at the base of the oak； hurried across the fields to the great throng。
As the knights and kings all joined the great hunt； the wraiths behind them all turned away； began riding back into the Dunnwood； the hounds baying distantly； faint sounds of laughter and cries of the hunt issuing from the lips of various lords； and Erden Geboren's horn sounding above all。
From his horse's back； Gaborn's father stared across the valley； as if glimpsing the living knights camped in their fields for the first time。 For half a heartbeat； his mouth opened in dismay； as if he recalled the things of his mortal life； or as if he'd just remembered a troubling dream。 Then his eyes cleared； and he smiled broadly。 The mortal world concerned him no longer。
He turned his horse； galloped into the woods。 Then he was gone。
Gone forever； Gaborn realized； until I can join him。
Gaborn found himself weeping； not in pain or joy； but in wonder。 Last year as his father had camped with him during his hunt in the Dunnwood； his father had said that the kings of Mystarria and Heredon did not need to fear the ghosts of the Dunnwood。 Now Gaborn understood why。
We are the ghosts of the Dunnwood； he realized。
Yet as the great horde turned and began disappearing into the wood； one rider remained。 Erden Geboren stared off toward Gaborn for a long minute； his eyes piercing； then spurred his horse forward。
He sees me。 He sees me； Gaborn realized； and his heart pounded in terror； for everyone knew that to attract the gaze of a wight brought death。
The great king moved as if in a dream； crossing the downs in a seeming heartbeat； so that only seconds later； Erden Geboren himself sat in his saddle above Gaborn's head； staring down。
Gaborn gazed up into the face of the wight。 He bore his shield； and wore armor of green leather。 His helm was a simple round thing of ancient design。
He stared deep into Gaborn's eyes； in recognition。
Gaborn had imagined that Erden Geboren would be young； as in the songs of old； that he would look noble and brave。 But he was an aging man； well past his prime。
Erden Geboren pointed to the ground at Gaborn's feet； and Gaborn looked down； to see where he pointed。
As Gaborn did； dry oak leaves in the grass began to rustle and stir in a slight breeze； drawing upward as if in a whirlwind； then suddenly rose high and twined their stems together； then lodged in his fresh…bed hair。
All around the downs； the men and women of Heredon gasped in wonder。
Erden Geboren had crowned Gaborn with the circlet of leaves。 It was the ancient symbol of Mystarria； the sign of the Earth King。 Tonight was the eve of Hostenfest。
Yet among all the vast throng of people gathered there； only one man dared call out from the fields below； 〃All hail the new King of the Earth！〃
Gaborn looked up into the eyes of the ghost king； Erden Geboren； and suddenly understood something。 He could mand these spirits。 He could have manded them all along。 In rage Gaborn said； 〃If you make me your king； then I order you and your legions to do what you can to protect these woods。 Raj Ahten has taken many lives here。 See that he takes no more。〃
Erden Geboren nodded solemnly； then turned his pale horse and rode over the fields； his great charger leaping the fences and hed
