df.therunelords-第42节
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The Duchess had said it was the house servants who managed the revoltfew soldiers。 So her soldiers were deador drained of endowments。 Perhaps it was not a trap。
Raj Ahten had trusted his own men to hold his treasure for him in Longmonta fine castle； with stunning defenses。 What better place to keep so many forcibles？ And from there； he would have taken forcibles to Castle Sylvarresta； to drain his enemies。 Indeed； he probably already had some in his possession。
King Orden read on：
I trust that these forcibles shall be of great use to you in prosecuting this war。 Meanwhile； an occupying army approaches from the south。 According to muniqués； it should be here in four days。
I've sent to Groverman and Dreis； requesting aid。 I believe we can withstand a siege； with their help。
The Wolf Lord left me no palace guard； no soldiers。 Those who have given endowments are vectored to Raj Ahten through my sons。
Raj Ahten is on his way to you in Castle Sylvarresta。 I do not believe he can reach you until the night before Hostenfest。
He is dangerous。 He has so many endowments of glamour； he shines like the sun。 For decades now； Longmont has been home to many vain women； each hoping to be more beautiful than her neighbor。 Their beauty is all vectored through me。
I will not uphold your enemies。
In two days； all those who have granted endowments in Longmont shall die by my hand。 It grieves me that I must kill my own sons； but only by doing so can I revive enough troops to defend the city。
I've hidden the forcibles。 They are buried beneath the turnip field at Bredsfor Manor。
I suspect you will not see me again； not alive。 I'm placing Captain Cedrick Tempest； of the palace guard； in temporary mand of Longmont。
My husband hangs from his window still； his own intestines serving as a rope for his neck。 I will not cut the villain down。 If I had known beforehand of his treachery； I'd not have dealt with him so kindly。
I go now； to sharpen a knife。 Should I fail； you know what to do。
Your Devoted Niece；
The Duchess Emmadine Ot Laren
Mendellas Orden finished reading the letter； heart hammering； then laid it aside。 〃You know what to do。〃 The age…old cry of those forced to serve as vectors： Kill me； if I can't kill myself。
King Orden had often met the Duchess。 She'd always struck him as a mousy little lady； too timid for grand deeds。
It took a strong woman to kill herself； her children。 Yet King Orden knew that there was a time when one could follow no other course。 So； Raj Ahten had vectored the soldiery through the royal family； forced them to grant major endowments； so the soldiers would never be able to fight again…unless the royal family was slaughtered。
The Duchess would have to do her duty； butcher her own children to save the kingdom。 It was an evil trade。 King Orden only hoped his own son did not fall into Raj Ahten's clutches。 Orden imagined that he had the strength to kill his own son； if the need arose。
But he dreaded the deed。
King Orden turned over the letter； read the date。 Harvest 19。 Written almost two days past； over a hundred miles away。
The Duchess hadn't expected Raj Ahten to reach Castle Sylvarresta until tomorrow。 So she planned to kill herself at dawn； before the occupying army arrived。
A pity she hadn't killed herself this morning。 Her sacrifice might have done King Sylvarresta some good。
Orden quickly scrawled letters to the Duke of Groverman and the Earl of Dreisthe lords with castles closest to Longmontbegging them both to send aid while at the same time requesting it from neighbors。 Though the Duchess had already sought aid from those lords； Orden feared that her messengers might have met the same fate as the man he'd found on the road。 To be certain that Dreis and Groverman came； he said bluntly that Raj Ahten had left a hoard of treasure at Longmont。
〃Borenson？〃 King Orden called when he finished。 The captain was sitting on the rocks above him； just a few feet below the tangled limbs of the graaks' nest。
〃What is it； milord？〃 he asked； scrambling down to Mendellas' side。
〃I have a job for you； a dangerous job。〃
〃Good！〃 Borenson said； his voice full of cheer。 Borenson dropped beside the King in the starlight。 He was a full head taller than the King； his red hair spilling down from under his helm； over his shoulders。 It wasn't right for vassals to be so large。 He watched the King expectantly。
〃I'm taking five hundred men south； to Castle Longmontright now。 A thousand more will follow at dawn。 I want you to take five hundred men with you now。 Our scouts tell me that a few thousand nomen are in the woods at Castle Sylvarresta。 If you ride hard； you can meet them at dawn； outside the castle； and let the men practice their archery。
〃Keep your forces in the woods。 The Wolf Lord won't dare send reinforcements from the castle if he can't guess your number。 If he should attack； retreat gracefully； heading for Longmont。 At noon； your men will retreat to Longmont in any case。
〃It seems that the Duchess of Longmont has her hands full。 Raj Ahten took her castle； stole endowments from hundreds of her people。 At dawn she plans to kill herself； and anyone else who is a Dedicate to Raj Ahten。 And it seems that she's captured a great treasure。 So I must go to relieve her of it。 I'll want you to keep the Wolf Lord off my back。〃
King Orden considered his next move。 He knew these woods well； had hunted the Dunnwood many times over the past twenty years。 He needed to use that knowledge to his advantage。
〃I will be destroying the bridge at Hayworth； for all the good it will do。 So you will send your men to Boar's Fordto that narrow canyon below the ford。 There they will sit in ambush。 When Raj Ahten's troops e through； your men will attackpush boulders on them from above； loose arrows； set the east end of the canyon ablaze。 But don't let your men draw sword unless you have to。 Your troops will then race for Longmont。 You understand？ Your only purpose is to harry the Wolf Lord； to cause damage； to nibble at the edge of his defenses； to slow his journey。〃
Borenson was smiling even wider； grinning like a maniac by now。 It was practically a suicide mission。 Orden wondered why that proposition delighted him。 Did the man wish for death； or was it merely the deadly challenge that thrilled him？
〃Unfortunately； you may not be with your troops。〃
〃I won't？〃 Borenson's smile faltered。
〃No； I have something more reckless in mind for you。 Tomorrow at noon； while your troops retreat toward the ambush； I want you； personallyand you aloneto ride into Castle Sylvarresta； to deliver a message to Raj Ahten。〃
Borenson began grinning again； but it was not the crazed； reckless grin he'd had before。 Instead； he seemed more determined。 Beads of sweat began to form on his brow。
〃Be surly； abuse Raj Ahten as best you know how。 Tell him that I've captured Longmont。 Crow about it。 As proof of my deed； tell him that I killed his Dedicates there at dawn〃
Borenson swallowed hard。
〃Make him believe that I have taken forty thousand of his forcibles into my possession； and that I've put them to good use。 Tell him that I will sell。。。five thousand of them back to him。 Tell him that he knows the price。〃
〃Which is？〃 Borenson asked。
〃Don't name it；〃 Orden answered。 〃If he has my son； then he will offer my son。 If he does not have my son； then he will think you speak of King Sylvarresta's family； and he will offer the King。
〃No matter what hostage is offered； check on the condition of the hostage before you leave。 See if Raj Ahten has forced Gabornor King Sylvarrestainto giving an endowment。 I suspect he will use the royal family as vectors for major endowments。 In fifteen hours； he could easily take hundreds of such endowments。 If so； then you know what to do。〃
〃Pardon me？〃 Borenson asked。
〃You heard right。 You know what to do。〃
Borenson laughed； almost a coughing sound； but there was no longer a smile on his face； no longer a gleam of delight in his eye。 His face had gone all hard； impassive； and his voice carried a tone of disbelief。 〃You would have me kill King Sylvarresta； or your son？〃
Overhead； one of the huge graaks called out； swept low。 There was a time in Orden's life when he had been small enough to ride one of the huge reptiles。 When he'd weighed fifty pounds； at the age of six； his father had let him take long journeys on the backs of tamed graaks with the other skyriders； over the mountains to the far kingdom of Dzerlas in Inkarra。 Only boys with endowments of strength and wit and stamina and grace could take such journeys。
But when King Orden's son； Gaborn； became a skyrider in his turn； Mendellas never let Gaborn take a far journey。 He'd tried hard to protect his son。 He'd loved the boy too much。 He'd hoped the lad would have time to grow； gain some maturitya modity all too rare among Runelords； who were often forced of necessity to take endowments of metabolism； grow old far before their time。 There were things that King Orden still needed to teach his son； arts of diplomacy and strategy and intrigue that could not be learned in the House of Understanding。
Moreover； Orden's own father had been captured when he was but a boy； and then
