df.therunelords-第19节
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on its collar slashing Gaborn's robe； drawing blood on his chest。
The stallion whinnied in terror and leapt over the crest of the hill； raced through the pines as Gaborn struggled to dodge low branches and remain a horse。
Then his steed was racing down a steep； rocky hill。 Gaborn managed to draw his sword clear； though his bow had been swept away in the branches。
I don't need it； Gaborn tried to reassure himself。 I'm ahead of Raj Ahten's army now。 I only need to race him。
He put heels to horse flesh； let the beast run its heart out； and raised his sword flashing in the night。
Here in the mountains； the trees had begun to thin； so that for the first time in hours he could test this horse's speed。
It leapt an outcropping of rocks； and Gaborn heard a snarl at his left elbow。
The mastiff had caught up with him again； was running under the horse's hoofs。
〃Clear！〃 Gaborn shouted。 His steed leapt and kickeda maneuver all his father's hunting horses were taught。 It was meant to clear wolves or charging boars from beneath the horse's hooves。
Now the war dog took an iron shoe full in the muzzle； yelped as its neck snapped。
But on the ridge above him； Gaborn heard yammers and growls of another dozen dogs。 He looked up。 Riders in dark mantles thundered behind the dogs； and one man raised a horn to his lips and blew； calling his fellows to the hunt。
Too close； I'm too close to the army； he realized。
But Raj Ahten was only skirting the edge of the Dunnwood； afraid to get too far under the older trees。 For good reason。
Last fall； when Gaborn had hunted here with his father and King Sylvarresta； a hundred men had ringed themselves with campfires； feasting on roasted chestnuts； fresh venison； mushrooms； and mulled wine。
Sir Borenson and Captain Derrow had practiced their swordplay； each man mesmerizing the crowd with his tactics。 Borenson was a master of the Dancing Arms style of battle； could swing a sword or axe in dizzying patterns so quickly that one seldom saw when he would deal his deadly blow。 Captain Derrow was a more thoughtful fighter； who could choose his moment； then lunge in with a spear and slash a man into morsels with fascinating precision。
Gabon's father and King Sylvarresta had been playing chess on the ground； beside a lamp； ignoring the mock bats； when a moaning floated through the trees； a sound so distinctly odd and eerie that goose pimples rose； cold as ice； on Gaborn's back。
Borenson； Derrow； and a hundred retainers had all stopped instantly at that sound； and someone called； 〃Hold！ Hold！ No one move！〃 for everyone knew it was deadly dangerous to attract a wight's attention。
Gaborn recalled clearly how Borenson had smiled； his teeth flashing in that deadly way of his； as he stood sweating； looking up the hillside of the narrow gully outside camp。
A pale figure rode there； a lone man on a horse； moaning like some strange wind that whipped through lonely crags。 A gray light shone from him。
Gaborn only glimpsed the wight； yet his heart had pounded in terror at the sight。 His mouth went dry； and he could not catch his breath。
He'd looked over at his father to see his reaction。 Both his father and King Sylvarresta remained playing at their board； neither bothering to glance up toward the wight。
Yet Gaborn's father moved his wizard on the board； taking a pawn； then caught Gaborn's eye。 Gaborn's face must have been pale as death； for his father smiled wryly and said； 〃Gaborn； calm yourself。 No prince of Mystarria need fear the wights of the Dunnwood。 We are permitted here。〃
King Sylvarresta had laughed mirthlessly and turned to give Gaborn a sly； secretive look； as if the men shared a private joke。
Yet Gaborn had felt it was true； felt he was somehow protected from the wights。 It was said that in days of old； the King of Heredon had manded this forest； and all the creatures in the wood had obeyed him。 The kings of Heredon had fallen in stature。 Still； Gaborn wondered if Sylvarresta really did mand the wights of Dunnwood。
Now； as the war dogs and the hunters trailed him； Gaborn gambled that it was true。 He spurred his horse west； deeper into the forest； shouting； 〃Spirits of the wood； I am Gaborn Val Orden； Prince of Mystarria。 I beg you； protect me！〃
Even as he called for aid； he knew it would do no good。 The spirits of the dead care nothing for the concerns of mortal men。 If Gaborn attracted their attention； they'd only seek to make sure he joined them in the afterlife。
His horse thundered down a long ridge； under the boughs of some huge oaks and into a swamp； where it had to swim through brackish water to reach the brush on the far bank。
Gaborn heard no haunting moans as his horse climbed the far shore； only the grunts and squeals of hundreds of huge pigs that raced from him as if they were hunted。 He'd inadvertently wandered into a sounder of wild boar。 One of the great black shaggy beasts； as tall as his horse； stood its ground for a moment； ivory tusks curling out like sabers； and Gaborn thought it would skewer his mount。 At the last second the boar turned and rushed away with the herd。
Gaborn took the opportunity to ride his horse under the oaks in a few quick circles； then drove his mount harder than everjumped a screen of rushes over a steep embankment and landed sixty feet out into the deep water before swimming to the far shore。
Just past noon the next day； Gaborn raced out of the Dunnwood。 Bedraggled and smeared with blood； he shouted to the guards at the city gates a warning of the impending attack。 Upon showing the guards his signet ring； which identified him as the Prince of Mystarria； he was immediately escorted to King Sylvarresta。
The King met Gaborn in the Great Hall； where he was already closeted with all his counselors。 Gaborn rushed forward to grasp hands； but the King stopped him with a look。 Though Gaborn had met him before； Sylvarresta seemed distant。
〃Milord；〃 Gaborn said； bowing only slightly； as befitting his rank。 〃I've e to warn you of an attack。 Raj Ahten's armies are southin the Dunnwood； ing fast。 They should arrive by nightfall。〃
A look of concern and uncertainty flashed over the King's face； and he glanced at Captain Ault； saying； 〃Prepare for the siegequickly。〃 Many another king would have trusted his captains to see to the details； but now Sylvarresta spoke。。。uncertainly； it seemed to Gaborn； listing odd mands as if for Ault's approval。 〃Send a detail through the city to make sure our roofs are fireproofed。 As for the Southern traders camped outsideI fear we must do them the discourtesy of seizing their goods。 But don't engage in unnecessary butchery。 Leave them mounts to ride home； and enough stores so that they don't starve on the trek。 Oh； and kill the elephants outside the castle。 I won't have them battering down our gates。〃
〃Yes； milord；〃 Ault said； his face clouded with concern。 Then he saluted and rushed out。
The preparations were begun hastily enough； and in that moment； several counselors took leave of the room。 Gaborn felt that something was terribly amiss。
As the counselors filed out； during an unfortable silence； King Sylvarresta studied Gaborn from worried gray eyes。 〃I owe you a great debt； Prince Orden。 We suspected something like this； but hoped it would not e until spring。 We already suffered an attack by Raj Ahten last night。 Assassins struck at our Dedicates。 We were ready for them； though； so the damage is not too great。〃
Suddenly； Gaborn understood； Sylvarresta's coldness； his uncertainty。 The King did not remember him。
Sylvarresta said； 〃Well met； Prince Orden！〃
He shouted over Gaborn's shoulders； 〃Collin； get food and a bath for Prince Ordenand clean clothes。 We can't have our friends wandering about in bloody rags。〃
Gaborn felt thankful for the embrace； for just then an overwhelming fear struck him and Gaborn needed support。 If Sylvarresta has forgotten my face； Gaborn realized； what else has he forgotten？ What of tactics in battle？ What of self…defense？
Of course； that was why the King's advisors had gathered； to pool their knowledge。 But against a monster like Raj Ahten； would their resources be enough？
Chapter 7
PREPARATIONS
That afternoon Sylvarresta's people were still preparing for battle。 The initial hysteria of the impending attackthe screaming of children and peasants； the mad rush as the elderly and infirm fled the cityhad all passed。 Now uneasy farmers and soldiers alike manned the Outer Wall； and had thrown up hasty barriers to serve as battlements in the streets。 Not in four hundred years had so many people gathered on the wallsfor many who would not fight stood watch out of sheer curiosity。
Pigs； cattle； sheep； and chickens scurried through the alleys and greens； frightened； disoriented。 All the animals in the countryside had been herded within the wallsto feed the city's inhabitants during siege； while at the same time denying similar succor to Raj Ahten's troops。
In the brown fields outside the castle； the Southern merchants had disbanded； driven off with their bright pavilions and little else。
Throughout the afternoon； Raj Ahten's troops began massing on the southern hilltop at the edge of the forest； consolidating th
