srdonaldson.theillearthwar-第46节
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e Ranyhyn； and this was no great storm。 On the eighth day of the mission； when the clouds broke and let sunlight return to the earth； Korik and his party were within sight of Mount Thunder。
It grew steadily against the sky as they rode through the sunshine。 They passed twenty…five leagues to the north of it； and reached the great cliff of Landsdrop late that afternoon。 They were at one of its highest points； and could look out over the Lower Land from a vantage of more than four thousand feet。 Here Landsdrop was as sheer as if the Lower Land had been cut away with an ax。 And below it beyond a hilly strip
of grassland less than five leagues wide lay Sarangrave Flat。
It was a wet land； latticed with waterways like exposed veins in the flesh of the ground； overgrown with fervid luxuriance； and full of subtle dangers…strange； treacherous； water…bred； and man…shy animals； cunning； old； half…rotten willows and cypresses that sang quiet songs which could bind the unwary； stagnant； poisonous pools； so covered with slime and mud and shallow plants that they looked like solid ground； lush flowers； beautifully bedewed with clear liquids that could drive humans mad； deceptive stretches of dry ground that turned suddenly to quicksand。 All this was familiar to the Bloodguard。 However ominous to human eyes； or unsuited to human life； Sarangrave Flat was not naturally evil。 Rather； because of the darknesses which slumbered beneath it； it was simply dangerous…a wild haven for the misbom of the Land； the warped fruit of evils long past。 The Giants； who knew how to be wary； had always been able to travel freely through the Flat； and they had kept paths open for others； so that the crossing of the Sarangrave was not normally a great risk。
But now something else met the gaze of the mission。 Slumbering evil stirred； the hand of Corruption was at work； awakening old wrongs。
The peril was severe； and Lord Hyrim was dismayed。 But neither the Lords nor the Bloodguard were surprised。 The Lords Callindrill and Amatin…the Bloodguard Morril and Koral…had spoken of this danger。 And though he was dismayed； Lord Hyrim did not propose that the mission should evade the danger by riding north and around Sarangrave Flat； a hundred leagues from their way。 Therefore in the dawn of the ninth day the mission descended Landsdrop； using a horse trail which the Old Lords had made in the great cliff； and rode eastward across the grassland foothills toward the main Giantway through the Sarangrave。
The air was noticeably warmer and thicker than it had been above Landsdrop。 It breathed as if it were clogged with invisible； damp fibers； and it seemed to
leave something behind in the lungs when it was exhaled。
Then shrubs and low； twisted bushes began to appear through the grass。 And the grass itself grew longer； wetter。 At odd intervals； stray； hidden puddles of water splashed under the hooves of the Ranyhyn。 Soon gnarled； lichenous trees appeared； spread out moss…draped limbs。 They grew thicker and taller as the mission passed into the Sarangrave。 In moments； the riders entered a grassy avenue that lay between two unrippling pools and angled away just north of eastward into a jungle which already appeared impenetrable。 The Ranyhyn slowed to a more cautious pace。 Abruptly； they found themselves plunging through chest…deep elephant grass。
When the riders looked behind them； they could see no trace of the Giantway。 The Flat had closed like jaws。
But the Bloodguard knew that that was the way of the Sarangrave。 Only the path ahead was visible。 The Ranyhyn moved on； thrusting their broad chests through the grass。
As the jungle tightened； the Giantway narrowed until they could ride no more than three abreast each of the Lords flanked by Bloodguard。 But the elephant grass receded； allowing them to move with better speed。
Their progress was loud。 They disturbed the Flat； and as they traveled they set waves and wakes and noise on both sides。 Birds and monkeys gibbered at them； small； furry animals that yipped like hyenas broke out of the grass in front of them and scurried away； and when the jungle gave way on either side for dark； rancid pools or sluggish streams； waterfowl with iridescent plumage clattered fearfully into the air。 Sudden splashes echoed across still ponds； pale； vaguely human forms darted away under the ripples。
Throughout the morning； the mission followed the winding trail which careful Giants had made in times long past。 No danger threatened； but still the Ranyhyn grew tense。 When the riders stopped beside a shallow lake to rest and eat； their mounts became increasingly
restive。 Several of them made low； blowing noises； their ears were up and alert； shifting directions in sharp jerks； almost quivering。 One of them…the youngest stallion； bearing the Bloodguard Tull stamped a hoof irrhythmically。 The Lords land the Bloodguard increased their caution； and rode on down the Giantway。
They had covered only two more leagues when Sill called the Bloodguard to observe Lord Hyrim。
The Lord's face was flushed as if he had a high fever。 Sweat rolled down his cheeks； and he was panting hoarsely； almost gasping for breath。 His eyes glittered。 But he was not alone。 Lord Shetra； too； was flushed and panting。
Then even the Bloodguard found that they were having trouble breathing。 The air felt turgid。 It resisted being drawn into their lungs； and once within them it clung there with miry fingers； like the grasp of quicksand。
The sensation grew rapidly worse。
Suddenly； all the noise of the Flat ceased。
It was as Lord Callindrill had said。
But the Lord Amatin's mount had not been a Ranyhyn。 Trusting to the great horses； the mission continued on its way。
The riders moved slowly。 The Ranyhyn walked with their heads straining forward； ears cocked； nostrils flared。 They were sweating； though the air was not warm。
They covered a few hundred yards this way…forcing passage through the stubborn； mucky air and the silence。 After that； the jungle fell away on both sides。 The Giantway lay along a grassy ridge like a dam between two still pools。 One of them was blue and bright； reflecting the sky and the afternoon sunlight； but the other was dark and rank。
The mission was halfway down the ridge when the sound began。
It started low； wet； and weak； like the groan of a dying man。 But it seemed to e from the dark pool。 It transfixed the riders。 As they listened to it； it slowly swelled。
It scaled upward in pitch。 and volume…became a ragged scream…echoed across the pools。 Higher and louder it went on。 Through it； the Lords shouted together； 〃Melenkurion abatha！ Duroc minas mill khabaal！〃 But they could hardly make themselves heard。
Then the young Ranyhyn bearing Tull lost control。 It whinnied in fear； whirled and sprang toward the blue pool。 As it leaped； Tull threw himself to the safety of the grass。
The Ranyhyn crashed into the chest…deep water。 At once； it gave a squeal of pain that almost matched the screaming in the air。 Plunging frantically； it heaved itself out of the pool； and fled westward； back down the Giantway。
The howling mounted eagerly higher。
The other Ranyhyn broke and bolted。 They reared； spun； pounded away after their fleeing brother。 The jerk of their start unhorsed Lord Hyrim； and he only saved himself from the dark pool by a thrust of his staff。 Immediately； Lord Shetra dropped off her mount to join him。 Sill； Cerrin； and Korik also dismounted。 As he jumped； Korik ordered the other Bloodguard to protect the Ranyhyn。
Runnik and his rades clung to their horses。 The Ranyhyn followed the injured stallion。 As they raced； the howling behind them faded； and the air began to thin。 But for some distance； the Bloodguard could not regain control of their mounts。 The Ranyhyn plunged along a wide path which was unfamiliar； the Bloodguard knew that they had missed the Giantway。
Then the leading Ranyhyn crested a knoll； and blundered without warning into a quagmire。 But the rest of the great horses were able to stop safely。 The Bloodguard dismounted； and took clingor lines from their packs。 By the time Korik； Cerrin； Sill； Tull； and the Lords reached them； the free Ranyhyn were busy pulling their trapped kindred from the quagmire。
Seeing that the other Ranyhyn were uninjured； the Lords turned to the stallion which had jumped into the pool。 It stood to one side； champed its teeth and jerked its head from side to side in agony。 Under its coat all the flesh of its limbs and belly was covered
with blisters and boils。 Blood streamed from its sores。 Through some of them； the bone was visible。 Despite the determination in its eyes； it whimpered at the pain。
The Lords were deeply moved。 There were tears in Hyrim's eyes； and Shetra cursed bitterly。 … But they could do nothing。 They were not Ramen。 And they could find no amanibhavam； that potent； yellow flowered grass which could heal horses but which drove humans mad。 They could only close their ears to the stallion's pain； and try to consider what course the mission should take。
Soon all the other Ranyhyn were safe on solid ground。 They shed the mud of the quagmire easily but they could not rid themselves of the shame of their panic。 Their eyes showed tha
