amccaffrey.theskiesofpern-第65节
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He reached over to turn out the kitchen lights。
〃Shall I giggle drunkenly or something？ Having enjoyed the Lord Holder's wine？ Or s…s…should we reel up the s…s…stairs？〃 She spoiled her casual manner by stammering。
〃A waste of effort； dear；〃 he said； trying not to sound grim。 〃Now the gates are closed； no one can see in。〃
He transferred one arm to her waist as they climbed to their sleeping room； dowsing the lights as they went up。 Then they crept back down the stairs。 Fully dressed； they made themselves as fortable as possible on the long kitchen bench。 Rosheen had padded it with pillows to ease a long wait。
〃Is Ola on watch？〃 he asked Rosheen softly。
〃If she were more on watch； she'd give her vigilance away。〃 She gestured to a long shadow on the wide sill。
Even the pillows could not make the upright design of the bench fortable。 After the very long tense day he had spent； Tagetarl found waiting in the dark for the expected attack the worst part。 He could have used the time to edit the copy to be printed the next day…if his presses still worked。 Surely； with most of Pinch's folk hidden in the Hall； his presses would be untouched？ He tried to remember the latest verses Menolly had sent him for setting and found he remembered her new tunes better。 Then he was aware of a sleepy murmur from his spouse and realized that Rosheen； her head pillowed on his shoulder； had actually managed to fall asleep。 He was further distracted by the many soft noises the building could make。 He had to identify each one as normal。 And inside the hold。 Not outside。
He was struggling to keep awake when Ola's soft hiss roused him。 He shook Rosheen and she mumbled before she realized that she shouldn't make any sound。 He felt her body tense。
Then the fire…lizard disappeared。 What had she heard that he hadn't？ Could he risk looking out the window？ His ears hurt with the strain of listening。
A noise！ Outside。 The muted thud of the sky…broom bar rattled in its slots。 He grinned。 They'd have trouble just finding the safety catches。 A sudden flare of light： a match？ Hunching down； he got to the kitchen door； crammed his body to one side so he had a partial view of the outer gates but wouldn't be seen。 Since his eyes were accustomed to the night； he made out two dark burly figures struggling to lift the sky…broom bar。 Then another black shadow； visible crossing the pale cobbles； joined them。 Three？ That was the number Pinch reckoned would e over the weaver's roof。 Their initial job would be to open the outer gates and let the others in。 He heard once again the muted thud as the sky…broom bar refused to lift from its brackets。 He suppressed a malicious delight in their frustration。 Suddenly； outlined against the lighter building across the road； three shadows…heads and shoulders…loomed over the top of the gate。 The figures disappeared back the way they had e。 Had he heard muted cries？ The three inside huddled together briefly and once again tried to lift the bar。
Another flare of light； carefully shielded； but then held against one end of the stubborn bar。 Tagetarl chuckled。 They'd need full daylight to puzzle the mechanics： an old； old device。 Another huddle； one was left examining the catch。 A match was struck and he saw it passing from the head of one torch to another。 In that light； he followed the progress of the arsonist across the court； saw him jam one torch under the edge of the first shed door； the second under the farther one。 They burned merrily and Tagetarl held his breath。 Maybe that paint wasn't a retardant。 Fearfully he watched but； although the flame leaped up along the lower edge of the door； all that was really burning was the torch； its light reflecting back from whatever covered the wood。 The man who had placed the torches didn't seem to notice； returning to the stubborn bar securing the outer gates。
Movement there caught Tagetarl's eye。 He caught a glimpse of someone scraping the arch in an effort to avoid the top of the gates。 That was a very awkward method of clearing a height； wasn't it？ One of Pinch's surprises？ When had Pinch had a chance to trick out the gates？ Not that Tagetarl had noticed since the heavy leaves reached a good half meter above his head。 There was some kind of argument； carried on in emphatic gestures； some indicating the gates and another undeniably made to the person's crotch。 Whatever that had been about； now they were concentrating on both ends of the restraining bar。 He counted those now inside and came up with at least ten different shadows。 The attempts to shift the bar were abandoned and the group moved toward the Print Hall。 Tagetarl wondered if they were falling behind their schedule。
What had been in those barrels？ He couldn't see the Hall doors as easily as the outer gate but he did hear the scuff of heavy soles on the stone steps leading to the kitchen porch。 A dark figure； a big man； was silhouetted against the useless torches across the court。
Pinch had given Tagetarl the task of preventing anyone from entering the link from the hold to the Hall。 He took a firm grip on his cudgel； wishing he had chosen a thicker one。 The man looked huge in the shadows。 Not since his journeyman's days had Tagetarl been in a brawl。 He heard the clink of something against the pane and smiled to himself。 It took a smashing blow to break glass of Master Morilton's manufacture。 And would make a lot of noise； too。
But it didn't； because the intruder held something over the pane as he hit it again。 The glass made a tinkling sound as the splinters fell on the inside carpet。 Another dull sound and the door lock was broken。 If he and Rosheen had been drugged and asleep； they would not have heard those sounds。 Then he had no time to think because the man pushed open the door and crouched； listening。 Tagetarl pulled back his arm and just as the man moved forward； so did he。 But the man suddenly tripped； swearing as he fell。 Tagetarl aimed at his head and brought down his cudgel； numbing his arm to the shoulder when his cudgel connected with something else； much harder。
〃Got 'ya。〃 Rosheen said in a low and very smug voice and then saw Tagetarl's cudgel lying across the heavy iron pan with which she had clouted the intruder。 〃I didn't see you； Tag！〃
Tagetarl was reeling somewhat with the shock that was still coursing up his arm； his hand numb from forceful contact with an iron skillet。 A whirr and Ola arrived； hissing down at the intruder。 Three more fire…lizards neatly zipped in through the broken pane。
〃How'd you drop him？〃 he whispered。
〃Tripped him with the broom；〃 she said。 〃I heard the glass go。 Where were you？〃
Tagetarl jerked his head over his shoulder。
〃Let's throw him down the cellar steps； out of the way；〃 she said so coolly that Tagetarl regarded his spouse with surprise。
She was generally the kindest of women。 〃Ola will make sure her friends don't let him go anywhere。〃
〃If you haven't killed him。〃
〃If I killed him； what was he doing where I could do so？〃 she demanded in a hoarse whisper。
He was still alive when they took him by the shoulders； dragged him the short distance to the top of the cellar stairs and then tipped him down； the hissing fire…lizards following him into the darkness below。
Crouching； they moved back to the open kitchen door。
Rosheen gasped as she jiggled her hand at the flaming torches across the cobbles。 He caught her before she could move。 〃Look carefully；〃 he whispered in her ear。 〃It's only the torches burning。〃
〃Yes； but what happens when they see the fire hasn't taken？〃 she shot back at him。
Where was Pinch？
Suddenly he heard a loud； creaking rasp of wood； the odd； squeaking； popping sound of screws being wrenched forcibly out of their seating； a mutter of triumph； and； in the light of the torches； he saw the double doors of the Hall being flattened to the cobbles。 The intruders； audibly pleased with this success； started trampling across the broken leaves of the door。 In the next moment； Tagetarl's ears were pierced by such a weird warble that he flinched and blinked； as the court seemed to be full of wings and gouts of flame； converging on the battered entrance to the Print Hall。 Now human shrieks and screams reverberated amid sudden surprised shouts and protests。 Tagetarl was on his feet； cudgel held high as he took the porch steps in two leaps； Rosheen right behind him； swinging her skillet。
Fortunately they were running down the left…hand side of the court toward the Hall because something large and gray settled to the cobbles； almost on top of them。 Flattening his body against the wall； Tagetarl snatched Rosheen back out of the way； unable to imagine what other menace the intruders had imported。 But the shouts from inside his Hall altered to angry； startled ones and shrieks of pain and curses。
〃Get off' my face！〃 〃You're breaking my ribs！〃 〃My face； my face！〃 interspersed with pounding on the outer gate and anxious calls。 〃What's happening in there？ Open up！ Tagetarl！ Master Printer！〃
〃Master Tagetarl； it's Venabil！ What's happening in there？〃
〃Watch out！〃
〃Shards！ Do you see what I see？〃
〃Here！ Back off！ There now！ Stand asid
