srdonaldson.theillearthwar-第6节
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ng lights flashed balefully。 When he was locked into the back seat behind the protective steel grating； the two officers climbed into the front。 While the deputy drove away in the direction of Haven Farm； the sheriff spoke through the grating。
〃Took us too long to find you； Covenant。 The
Millers reported you were trying to hitch a ride； and we figured you were going to try your tricks somewhere。 Just couldn't tell where。 But it's still my county； and you're walking trouble。 There's no law against you…I can't arrest you for what you've done。 But it sure was mean。 Listen； you。 Taking care of this county is my business； and don't you forget it。 I don't want to hunt around like this for you。 You pull this stunt again； and I'll throw you in the can for disturbing the peace； disorderly conduct； and everything else I can think of。 You got that？〃
Shame and rage struggled in Covenant； but he could find no way to let them out。 He wanted to yell through the grate； It isn't catching！ It's not my fault！ But his throat was too constricted； he could not release the wail。 At last； he could only mumble； 〃Let me out。 I'll walk。〃
Sheriff Lytton regarded him closely； then said to the deputy； 〃All right。 We'll let him walk。 Maybe he'll have an accident。〃 Already they were well out of town。
The deputy drove to a halt on the beret； and the sheriff let Covenant out。 For a moment； they stood together in the night。 The sheriff glared at him as if trying to measure his capacity to do harm。 Then Lytton said； 〃Go home。 Stay home。〃 He got back into the car。 It made a loud squealing turn and fled back toward town。 An instant later； Covenant sprang into the road and cried after the taillights； 〃Leper outcast unclean！〃 They looked as red as blood in the darkness。
His shout did not seem to dent the silence。 Before long； he turned back toward Haven Farm； feeling as small as if the few stars in the dense black sky were deriding him。 He had ten miles to walk。
The road was deserted。 He moved in empty stillness like a hiatus in his surroundings； though he was retreating into open countryside； he could hear no sounds； no night talk of birds or insects。 The silence made him feel deaf and alone； vulnerable to the hurrying vultures at his back。
It was a delusion！ He raised his protest like a defiance； but even to his ears； it had the hollow ring of despair； posed equally of defeat and stubbornness。 Through it； he could hear the girl shouting Berek！ like the siren of a nightmare。
Then the road went through a stand of trees which cut out the dim light of the stars。 He could not feel the pavement with his feet； he was in danger of missing his way； of falling into a ditch or injuring himself against a tree。 He tried to keep up his pace； but the risk was too great； and finally he was reduced to waving his arms before him and testing his footing like a blind man。 Until he reached the end of the woods； he moved as if he were wandering lost in a dream； damp with sweat； and cold。
After that； he set a hard pace for himself。 He was spurred on by the cries that rushed after him； Berek！ Berek！ When at last； long miles later； he reached the driveway into Haven Farm； he was almost running；
In the sanctuary of his house； he turned on all the lights and locked the doors。 The organized chastity of his living space surrounded him with its unconsoling dogma。 A glance at the kitchen clock told him that the time was just past midnight。 A new day； Sunday …a day when other people worshiped。 He started some coffee； threw off his jacket； tie； and dress shirt； then carried his steaming cup into the living room。 There he took a position on the sofa； adjusted Joan's picture on the coffee table so that it looked straight at him； and braced himself to weather the crisis。
He needed an answer。 His resources were spent； and he could not go on the way he was。
Berek！
The girl's shout； and the raw applause of her audience； and the trucker's outrage； reverberated in him like muffled earth tremors。 Suicide loomed in all directions。 He was trapped between mad delusion and the oppressive weight of his fellow human beings。
Leper outcast unclean！
He gripped his shoulders and hugged himself to try to still the gasping of his heart。
I can't stand it！ Somebody help me！
Suddenly； the phone rang…cut through him as stridently as a curse。 Disjointedly； like a loose collection of broken bones； he jumped to his feet。 But then he did not move。 He lacked the courage to face more hostility； indemnification。
The phone shrilled again。
His breath shuddered in his lungs。 Joan seemed to reproach him from behind the glass of the picture frame。
Another ring； as insistent as a fist。
He lurched toward the phone。 Snatching up the receiver； he pressed it to his ear to hold it steady。
〃Tom？〃 a faint； sad voice sighed。 〃Tom…it's Joan。 Tom？ I hope I didn't wake you。 I know it's late； but I had to call。 Tom？〃
Covenant stood straight and stiff； at attention； with his knees locked to keep him from falling。 His jaw worked； but he made no sound。 His throat felt swollen shut； clogged with emotions； and his lungs began to hurt for air。
〃Tom？ Are you there？ Hello？ Tom？ Please say something。 I need to talk to you。 I've been so lonely。 I …I miss you。〃 He could hear the effort in her voice。
His chest heaved fiercely； as if he were choking。 Abruptly he broke through the block in his throat； and took a deep breath that sounded as if he were between sobs。 But still he could not force up words。
〃Tom！ Please！ What's happening to you？〃
His voice seemed to be caught in a death grip。 Desperate to shatter the hold； to answer Joan； cling to her voice； keep her on the line； he picked up the phone and started back toward the sofa…hoping that movement would ease the spasm that clenched him； help him regain control of his muscles。
But be turned the wrong way； wrapping the phone cord around his ankle。 As he jerked forward； he tripped and pitched headlong toward the coffee table。 His forehead struck the edge of the table squarely。 When he hit the floor； he seemed to feel himself bounce。
Instantly； his sight went blank。 But he still had the receiver clutched to his ear。 During a moment of white stillness； he heard Joan's voice clearly。 She was being upset； angry。
〃Tom； I'm serious。 Don't make this any harder for me than it already is。 Don't you understand？ I want to talk to you。 I need you。 Say something。 Tom。 Tom！ Damn you； say something！〃
Then a wide roaring in his ears washed out her voice。 No！ he cried。 No！ But he was helpless。 The rush of sound came over him like a dark tide； and carried him away。
THREE： The Summoning
THE wide roar modulated slowly； changing the void of his sight。 On the surge of the sound； a swath of gray…green spread upward until it covered him like a winding sheet。 The hue of the green was noxious to him； and he felt himself smothering in its close； sweet； fetid reek…the smell of attar。 But the note which filled his ears grew more focused； scaled up in pitch。 Droplets of gold bled into view through the green。 Then the sound turned softer and more plaintive； higher still in pitch； so that it became a low human wail。 The gold forced back the green。 Soon a warm； familiar glow filled his eyes。
As the sound turned more and more into a woman's song； the gold spread and deepened…cradled him as if it were carrying him gently along the flood of the voice。 The melody wove the light； gave it texture and shape； solidity。 Helpless to do otherwise； he clung to the sound； concentrated on it with his mouth stretched open in protest。
Slowly； the singing throat opened。 Its harmonic pattern became sterner； more demanding。 Covenant felt himself pulled forward now； hurried down the tide of the song。 Arching with supplication； it took on words。
Be true； Unbeliever…
Answer the call。
Life is the Giver：
Death ends all。
The promise is truth；
And banes disperse
With promise kept：
But soul's deep curse
On broken faith
And faithless thrall；
For doom of darkness
Covers all。
Be true； Unbeliever…
Answer the call。
Be true。
The song seemed to reach back into him； stirring memories； calling up people he had once； in one fey mood； thought had the right to make demands of him。 But he resisted it。 He kept silent； held himself in。
The melody drew him on into the warm gold。
At last； the light took on definition。 He could locate its shape before him now； it washed out his vision as if he were staring into the sun。 But on the last words of the song； the light dimmed； lost its brilliance。 As the voice sang； 〃Be true；〃 it was seconded by many throats： 〃Be true！〃 That adjuration stretched him like： the tightening of a string to its final pitch。
Then the source of the light fell into scale； and he could see beyond it。
He recognized the place。 He was in the Close； the council chamber of the Lords in the heart of Revel…。： stone。 Its tiers of seats reached above him on all sides toward the granite ceiling of the hall。
He was surprised to find himself standing erect on 。 the bottom of the Close。 The stance confused his sense of balance； and he stumbled forward toward the pit of graveling； the source of the gold
