srdonaldson.thepowerthatpreserves-第16节
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rn of coigns and oriels and walks and battlements in the smooth cliff…walls； that part of him which could have responded to the sight had long ago been extinguished by the occupying Raver。 Without a second glance at the walls； or at the warriors who sentried the crenellated parapets； he strode around the promontory until he stood before the great stone gates in the base of the tower on its southeast side…the only entrance into Lord's Keep。
He was not surprised to find that the gates were open。 Though the Giantish passion for stonework had been quelled in his blood； he retained his knowledge of the Keep。 He knew that as long as those massive； interlocking gates remained intact； they could close upon mand； trapping anyone who dared enter the tunnel under the tower。 While in the tunnel； attackers would be exposed to counterattack from defensive windows built into the roof of the passage。 And beyond the tunnel was nothing but a courtyard； open only to the sky； and then another set of gates even stronger than the first。 The tower itself could not be entered except by suspended crosswalks from the main Keep； or through two small doors from the courtyard。 Lord's Keep had been well made。 The Giant…Raver did not accept the dare of the open gates。
Instead； he placed himself just close enough to the tower to taunt skilled archers； and shouted up at the stone walls in a voice that vibrated with malice and glee。 〃Hail； Lords！ Worthy Lords！ Show yourselves； Lordlings！ Leave off cowering in your useless warrens； and speak with me。 Behold！ I e courteously to accept your surrender！〃
There was no answer。 The tower； only half as high as the main Keep behind it； stood with its windows and battlements as silent as if it were uninhabited。 A whimpering growl passed among the army as the creatures begged for a chance to charge through the open gates。
〃Hear me； little Lords！〃 he shouted。 〃See the toils of my strength wrapped around you。 I hold your last lives in the palm of my hand。 There is no hope for you unless you surrender yourselves and all to the mercy of the Despiser。〃 Jeering barks from the ur…viles greeted this； and Satansfist grinned。 〃Speak； Lordlings！ Speak or die！〃
A moment later two figures appeared atop the tower…one a warrior and the other a blue…robed Lord whom Satansfist recognized。 At first they ignored the Giant。 They went to the flagpole； and together raised High Lord's Furl； the azure oriflamme of the Council。 Only after it was fluttering defiantly in the gelid wind did they step to the parapet and face Satansfist。
〃I hear you！〃 the Lord snapped。 〃I hear you； samadhi Raver。 I know you； Sheol Satansfist。 And you know me。 I am Mhoram son of Variol； High Lord by the choice of the Council。 Depart； Raver！ Take your ill hordes with you。 You have touched me。 You know that I will not be daunted。〃
Fury glinted in the Giant's eyes at the memory Mhoram invoked； but he placed his hand over the livid fragment of the Stone hidden under his jerkin； and gave Mhoram a sarcastic bow。 〃I know you； Mhoram；〃 he replied。 〃When I placed my hand upon you in the labyrinth of Kurash Qwellinir； I knew you。 You were too blind with folly and ignorance to feel a wise despair。 Therefore I permitted your life…so that you would live to better knowledge。 Are you yet blind？ Have you no eyes to see that your effectless end at my hand is as sure as the arch of Time？ Have you forgotten the Giants？ Have you forgotten the Bloodguard？ In the name of the Despiser； I will certainly crush you where you cower！〃
〃Empty words；〃 Mhoram retorted。 〃Bravado is easily uttered…but you will find it difficult of proof。 Melenkurion abatha！ Raver； begone！ return to your forsaken master before the Creator forgets restraint； and wreaks a timeless vengeance upon you。〃
The Giant laughed harshly。 〃Do not fort yourself with lies； lordling。 The arch of Time will be broken if the Creator seeks to strike through it…and then Lord Foul the Despiser； Satansheart and Soulcrusher； Corruption and Render； will be unloosed upon the universe！ If the Creator tries to lift his hand； my brothers and I will feast upon his very soul！ Surrender； fool！ Learn to be daunted while groveling may still preserve your life。 Perhaps you will be permitted to serve me as my hand slave。〃
〃Never！〃 High Lord Mhoram cried boldly。 〃We will never bow to you while one pulse of faith still beats in the Land。 The Earthpower is yet strong to resist you。 We will seek it until we have found the means to cast down you and your master and all his works。 Your victories are hollow while one soul remains with breath enough to cry out against you！'' Raising his staff； he whirled it so that blue fire danced in the air about his head。 Begone； samadhi Raver！ Melenkurion abatha！ Duroc minas mill kha…wl！ We will never surrender！〃
Below him； Satansfist flinched under the power of the words。 But an instant later； he sprang forward； snatching at his jerkin。 With his piece of Illearth Stone clenched and steaming in his fist； he hurled a gout of emerald force up at the High Lord。 At the same time； hundreds of creatures broke from their ranks and charged toward the open gates。
But Mhoram deflected the blast with his staff； sent it into the air over his head； where his own fiery power attacked it and consumed it。 Then he ducked behind the concealment of the parapet。 Over his shoulder； he called Warmark Quaan； 〃Seal the gates！ Order the archers to slay any creatures which gain the courtyard。 We cannot deal gently with this foe。〃
Quaan was already on his way down the stairs into the plex passages of the tower； shouting orders as he ran to oversee the fray； Mhoram looked downward to assure himself that Satansfist had not passed through the gates。 Then he hastened after Quaan。
From the highest of the crosswalks above the courtyard； he surveyed the skirmish。 Strong Woodhelvennin archers drove their shafts into the milling creatures from the battlements on both sides of the court； and the sound of weapons echoed out of the tunnel。 In moments； the fighting would be done。 Gritting his teeth over the shed blood； Mhoram left the conclusion the skirmish in Quaan's petent hands； and crossed the wooden span to the main Keep； where his fellow Lords awaited him。
As he met the somber eyes of Trevor； Loerya； and Amatin； a sudden weariness came over him。 Satansfist's threats came so close to the truth。 He held his panions were inadequate for the task of using even those few powers and mysteries which they possessed。 And he was no nearer to a resolution of his secret knowledge than he had been when he had summoned and lost Thomas Covenant。 He sighed； allowed his shoulders to sag。 To explain himself； he said； 〃I had not thought there were so many ur…viles in all the world。〃 But the words were only tangential to what he felt。
Yet he could not afford such weariness。 He was the High Lord。 Trevor； Loerya； and Amatin had their own uncertainties； their own needs； which he could not refuse； he had already done them enough damage in the private dilemma of his heart。 Drawing himself erect； he told them what he had seen and heard of the Raver and Lord Foul's army。
When he was done； Amatin smiled wryly。 〃You affronted samadhi Raver。 That was boldly done； High Lord。〃
〃I did not wish to fort him with the thought that we believe him safe。〃
At this； Loerya's gaze winced。 〃Is he so safe？〃 she asked painfully。
Mhoram hardened。 〃He is not safe while there is heart or bone or Earthpower to oppose him。 I only say that I know not how he may be fought。 Let him discover my ignorance for himself。〃
As she had so often in the past； Loerya once again attempted to probe his secret。 〃Yet you have touched Loric's krill and given it life。 Your hand drew a gleam of blue from the gem。 Is there no hope in this？ The legends say that the krill of Loric Vilesilencer was potent against the peril of the Demondim。〃
〃A gleam；〃 Mhoram replied。 Even in the privacy of his own knowledge； he feared the strange power which had enabled him to spark the krill's opaque jewel。 He lacked the courage to explain the source of his strength。 〃What will that avail？〃
In response； Loerya's face thronged with demands and protests； but before she could voice them； a shout from the courtyard drew the Lords' attention downward。 Warmark Quaan stood on the flagstones amid the corpses。 When Mhoram answered him； he saluted mutely with his sword。
Mhoram returned the salute； acknowledging Quaan's victory。 But he could not keep the hue of sadness from his voice as he said； 〃We have shed the first blood in this siege。 Thus even those who oppose ill must wreak harm upon the victims of ill。 Bear their bodies to the upland hills and burn them with purging fires； so that their flesh may recover its innocence in ashes。 Then scatter their ashes over Furl Falls； as a sign to all the Land that we abhor the Despiser's wrong； not the slaves which he has made to serve his wrong。〃
The Warmark scowled； loath to honor his enemies with such courtesy。 But he promptly gave the orders to carry out Mhoram's instructions； Sagging again； Mhoram turned back to his fellow Lords。 To forestall any further probing； he said； 〃
