df.therunelords-第79节
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〃Iome Sylvarresta;〃 Gaborn said; his voice distant; highly formal。 〃I have ridden far from my home in Mystarria to ask you a question。 You told me two days ago that your answer would be no。 But I wonder if you would reconsider?〃
Iome's heart pounded; and she thought furiously。 She had nothing to offer him。 Raj Ahten was still within the borders of her country; had taken her beauty; destroyed the heart of her army。 Though Gaborn claimed to love her; she feared that if Raj Ahten lived; Gaborn would never see her natural face again; but would instead be forced to gaze on this ugly mask for as long as she lived。
She had nothing to give him; except her own devotion。 How could that hold him? As a princess of the Runelords; she'd never have imagined herself in this position; where she would love a man and be loved; though she had nothing but herself to offer。
〃Do not ask me that;〃 Iome said; lips trembling; heart racing。 〃I。。。cannot consider my own desires in this matter。 But; if I were your wife; I'd try to live in such a way that you would never rue the bargain。 I'd never kiss another the way I just kissed you now。〃
Gaborn held her; fortably; easily; so her back was cupped against his chest。 〃You are my lost half; you know;〃 Gaborn whispered。
Iome leaned back against him; luxuriating at his touch; while his sweet breath tickled her neck。 She'd never believed in the old tales which said that each person was made of but half a soul; doomed to constantly seek its panion。 She felt it now; felt truth in his words。
Playfully; Gaborn whispered into her ear。 〃And if you will someday have me as your husband; I'll try to live in such a way that you will never think me too much a gentleman。〃 He wrapped his arms around her shoulders; hugged her tightly and let her lean her head back against his chest。 The inside of his left wrist rested on her breast; and though she felt aroused by his touch; she no longer felt wanton or embarrassed。
This is how it should be; she thoughthim owning me; me owning him。 This is how we would bee one。
She felt tired; dreamy。 She tried to imagine what it would be like in Mystarria; in the King's Palace。 She dared to dream。 She'd heard tales of it; the white boats on the great gray river; floating through the canals in the city。 The green hills; and smell of sea salt。 The fog rolling in each dawn。 The cries of gulls and endless crashing of waves。
Almost she could imagine the King's Palace; a great bed with silk sheets; the violet…colored curtains flying through the open windows; and herself naked beside Gaborn。
〃Tell me of Mystarria;〃 Iome whispered。 〃 'In Mystarria lagoons lay like obsidian; among the roots of the cypress trees。。。' 〃 she quoted an old song。 〃Is it like that?〃
Gaborn sang the tune; and though he had no lute; his voice was lovely:
〃In Mystarria lagoons lay like obsidian; among the roots of the cypress trees。 And pools are so black they reflect no sun; as they silently buoy the water lilies。〃
Those lagoons were said to be the homes of water wizards and their daughters; the nymphs。 Iome said; 〃Your father's wizards; I've never met them。〃
〃They are weak wizards。 Most of them have not even grown their gills。 The most powerful water wizards live out in the deep ocean; not near land。〃
〃But they influence your people; all the same。 It's a stable country。〃
〃Oh yes;〃 Gaborn said; 〃we in Mystarria are always seeking equanimity。 Very stable。 Some might say boring。〃
〃Don't speak ill of it;〃 Iome said。 〃Your father is tied to the water。 I can tell。 He has a way of。。unteracting instabilities。 Did he bring one of his wizards? I'd like to meet one。〃
Iome imagined that he would; that if he'd brought soldiers to parade about and display his power; he might have brought one of the water wizards。 She hoped such a wizard might help fight Raj Ahten at Longmont。
〃First of all; they aren't 'his' wizards; any more than Binnesman could be your wizard〃
〃But did he bring one in his retinue?〃
〃Almost;〃 Gaborn said; and she could tell he wanted the wizards' help; too。 Water wizards; unlike Earth Wardens; could be counted on to meddle in the affairs of mankind on a regular basis。 〃But it's a long journey; and there isn't much water on the plains of Fleeds。。。〃
Gaborn began to talk to her then about his life in Mystarria; the great campus of the House of Understanding with its many Rooms spread out all over the city of Aneuve。 Some Rooms were great halls; where thousands came to hear lectures and participate in discussions。 Others were cozy; more like the mon room in a fine inn; where scholars sat beside roaring fires in winter; like the hearthmasters of old; and taught lessons while sipping hot rum。。。
Iome woke with a start as Gaborn shifted his weight beneath her; shook her shoulder gently。
〃e; my love;〃 he whispered。 〃We must go。 It's been nearly two hours。〃
Rain drifted from the cloudy skies。 Iome looked around。 The tree above them provided surprisingly good shelter; but Iome marveled that no rain had spattered her or wakened her earlier。 She wondered how she'd slept at all; but recognized now that Gaborn had used the power of his Voice to lull her to sleep; speaking softer and softer; in a singsong cadence。
Her father sat beside her; wide awake; reaching out to grasp at some imaginary thing。 He chuckled softly。
Catching butterflies。
Iome's face; hands; body all felt numb。 Her mind was waking; but not her limbs。 Gaborn helped her rise; unsteadily。 She wondered at how to best care for her father。 Raj Ahten has turned me into an old woman; filled with worries; and my father into a child; Iome thought。
Fiercely; she suddenly wished that her father could stay this way; could hold on to the innocence and wonder that he had now。 He'd always been a good man; but a worried one。 In a way; Raj Ahten had given her father a freedom he'd never known。
〃The horses have rested;〃 Gaborn said。 〃The roads are getting muddy; but we should make good time。〃
Iome nodded; recalled how she had kissed Gaborn a few hours ago; and suddenly her mind was awake; swimming once again; and all that had happened yesterday now seemed a dream。
Gaborn stood before her a moment; then grabbed her roughly; briefly kissed her lips; convincing her she recalled everything from this evening only too well。
She felt weak and weary; but they rode through the night; let the horses run; Binnesman had left them a spare mount from Raj Ahten's men; so they stopped to change horses every hour; letting each beast take a turn at rest。
They blew through villages like the wind; and as they rode; Iome had the most vivid memory of a dream she'd dreamt as she lay in Gaborn's arms: She'd dreamed she stood on the aerie tower north of the Dedicates' Keep in her father's castle; where the graaks would land when skyriders sometimes came in summer; bearing messages from the South。
In her dream; Raj Ahten's armies moved through the Dunnwood; shaking the trees; flameweavers clothed only in robes of living fire。 She could glimpse the armies only in flashesnomen with black hides creeping in the shadows under the trees; knights in saffron and crimson surcoats riding armored chargers through the wood。 And Raj Ahten stood; so proud and beautiful at the edge of the trees; gazing at her。
She'd been terrified in her dream; had watched her people; the peasants of Heredon; racing to the safety of the castle。 The hills to the north; east; and west were full of thempeasants in brown tunics and thick boots; hunched and running for cover。 Hefty women with babes in tow; men pushing wheelbarrows full of turnips。 Boys driving calves with sticks。 An old woman with sheaves of wheat tied to her back。 Young lovers with dreams of immortality in their eyes。
All of them raced; seeking cover。
But Iome knew the castle could not protect her people。 Its walls would never hold back Raj Ahten。
So she pursed her lips and blew with all her might; blew to the west; then to the east; then to the south。 Her breath came out smelling of lavender; and it purpled the air。 Every person it touched; everyone she breathed upon in all the kingdom; turned to white thistledown; white thistledown that bobbed and swirled in every small eddy of wind; then suddenly caught in a great gust and went floating high and away over the oaks and birches and alders of the Dunnwood。
Last of all; Iome breathed on herself and upon Gaborn; who stood beside her; so they too turned to thistledown and went flying high over the Dunnwood; gazing down at the autumn leaves; all golden and flame and earthy brown。
She watched as Raj Ahten's armies burst from under the trees with a shout; soldiers waving battle…axes and spears toward her castle。 No one stood to oppose them。
Desolation。 Raj Ahten might have hoped to win something; but all he would inherit would be desolation。
As her horse carried Iome south through the night; she felt as if she flew; leaving the world behind。 Until just after midnight; when a sudden dizziness swept over her; and she looked up to see her father; too; weaving in his saddle。 Grief struck her as she recognized what was happening。
At Castle Sylvarresta; someoneBorenson; she suspectedhad begun to slaughter her Dedicates。