rh.theassassinsapprentice-第69节
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That had been the extent of our conversation。 But I had noticed that he ate like an invalid; without appetite; eschewing meat and bread as if they were too great of an effort to chew and swallow and instead subsisting on porridges and soups。
〃He is using the Skill too much。 That much Shrewd has told me。 But why it should drain him so; why it should burn the very flesh from his bones; he cannot explain to me。 So I give him tonics and elixirs; and try to get him to rest。 But he cannot。 He dares not; he says。 He tells me that only all his efforts are sufficient to delude the Red…Ship navigators; to send their ships onto the rocks; to discourage their captains。 And so he rises from bed; and goes to his chair by a window; and there he sits; all the day。〃
〃And Galen's coterie? Are they of no use to him?〃 I asked the question almost jealously; almost hoping to hear they were of no consequence。
Chade sighed。 〃I think he uses them as I would use carrier pigeons。 He has sent them out to the towers; and he uses them to convey warnings to his soldiers; and to receive from them sightings of ships。 But the task of defending the coast he trusts to no one else。 Others; he tells me; would be too inexperienced; they might betray themselves to those they Skilled。 I do not understand。 But I know he cannot continue much longer。 I pray for the end of summer; for winter storms to blow the Red…Ships home。 Would there was someone to spell him at this work。 I fear it will consume him。〃
I took that as a rebuke for my failure and subsided into a sulky silence。 I drifted around his chambers; finding them both familiar and strange after my months of absence。 The apparatus for his herbal work was; as always; cluttered about。 Slink was very much in evidence; with his smelly bits of bones in corners。 As always; there was an assortment of tablets and scrolls by various chairs。 This crop seemed to deal mostly with Elderlings。 I wandered about; intrigued by the colored illustrations。 One tablet; older and more elaborate than the rest; depicted an Elderling as a sort of gilded bird with a manlike head crowned with quillish hair。 I began to piece out the words。 It was in Piche; an ancient native tongue of Chalced; the southernmost Duchy。 Many of the painted symbols had faded or flaked away from the old wood; and I had never been fluent in Piche。 Chade came to stand at my elbow。
〃You know;〃 he said gently; 〃it was not easy for me; but I kept my word。 Galen demanded plete control of his students。 He expressly stipulated that no one might contact you or interfere in any way with your discipline and instruction。 And; as I told you; in the Queen's Garden; I am blind and without influence。〃
〃I knew that;〃 I muttered。
〃Yet I did not disagree with Burrich's actions。 Only my word to my king kept me from contacting you。〃 He paused cautiously。 〃It has been a difficult time; I know。 I wish I could have helped you。 And you should not feel too badly that you 。。。〃
〃Failed。〃 I filled in the word while he searched for a gentler one。 I sighed; and suddenly admitted my pain。 〃Let's leave it; Chade。 I can't change it。〃
〃I know。〃 Then; even more carefully: 〃But perhaps we can use what you learned of the Skill。 If you can help me understand it; perhaps I can devise better ways to spare Verity。 For so many years the knowledge has been kept too secret 。。。 there is scarcely a mention of it in the old scrolls; save to say that such and such a battle was turned by the King's Skill upon his soldiers; or such and such an enemy was confounded by the King's Skill。 Yet there is nothing of how it is done; or…〃
Despair closed its grip on me again。 〃Leave it。 It is not for bastards to know。 I think I've proved that。〃
A silence fell between us。 At last Chade sighed heavily。 〃Well。 That's as may be。 I've been looking into Forging as well; over these last few months。 But all I've learned of it is what it is not; and what does not work to change it。 The only cure I've found for it is the oldest one known to work on anything。〃
I rolled and fastened the scroll I had been looking at; feeling I knew what was ing。 I was not mistaken。
〃The King has charged me with an assignment for you。〃
That summer; over three months; I killed seventeen times for the King。 Had I not already killed; out of my own volition and defense; it might have been harder。
The assignments might have seemed simple。 Me; a horse; and panniers of poisoned bread。 I rode roads where travelers had reported being attacked; and when the Forged ones attacked me; I fled; leaving a trail of spilled loaves。 Perhaps if I had been an ordinary man…at…arms; I would have been less frightened。 But all my life I had been accustomed to relying on my Wit to let me know when others were about。 To me; it was tantamount to having to work without using my eyes。 And I swiftly found out that not all Forged ones had been cobblers and weavers。 The second little clan of them that I poisoned had several soldiers among them。 I was fortunate that most of them were squabbling over loaves when I was dragged from my horse。 I took a deep cut from a knife; and to this day I bear the scar on my left shoulder。 They were strong and petent; and seemed to fight as a unit; perhaps because that was how they had been drilled; back when they were fully human。 I would have died; except that I cried out to them that it was foolish to struggle with me while the others were eating all the bread。 They dropped me; I struggled to my horse; and escaped。
The poisons were no crueler than they had to be; but to be effective even in the smallest dosage; we had to use harsh ones。 The Forged ones did not die gently; but it was as swift a death as Chade could concoct。 They snatched their deaths from me eagerly; and I did not have to witness their frothing convulsions; or even see their bodies by the road。 When news of the fallen Forged ones reached Buckkeep; Chade's tale that they had probably died from eating spoiled fish from spawning streams had already spread as a ubiquitous rumor。 Relatives collected the bodies and gave them proper burial。 I told myself they were probably relieved; and that the Forged ones had met a quicker end than if they had starved to death over winter。 And so I became accustomed to killing; and had nearly a score of deaths to my credit before I had to meet the eyes of a man; and then kill him。
That one; too; was not so difficult as it might have been。 He was a minor lordling; holding lands outside of Turlake。 A story reached Buckkeep that he had; in a temper; struck the child of a servant; and left the girl a witling。 That was sufficient to raise King Shrewd's lip。 The lordling had paid the full blood debt; and by accepting it; the servant had given up any form of the King's justice。 But some months later there came to court a cousin of the girl's; and she petitioned for private audience with Shrewd。
I was sent to confirm her tale and saw how the girl was kept like a dog at the foot of the lordling's chair; and more; how her belly had begun to swell with child。 And so it was not too difficult; as he offered me wine in fine crystal and begged the latest news of the King's court at Buckkeep; for me to find a time to lift his glass to the light and praise the quality of both vessel and wine。 I left some days later; my errand pleted; with the samples of paper I had promised Fedwren; and the conveyed wishes of the lordling for a good trip home。 The lordling was indisposed that day。 He died; in blood and madness and froth; a month or so later。 The cousin took in both girl and child。 To this day; I have no regrets; for the deed or for the choice of slow death for him。
And when I was not dealing death to Forged ones; I waited on my lord Prince Verity。 I remember the first time I climbed all those stairs to his tower; balancing a tray as I went。 I had expected a guard or sentry at the top。 There was none。 I tapped at the door; and receiving no answer; entered quietly。 Verity was sitting in a chair by a window。 A summer wind off the ocean blew into the room。 It could have been a pleasant chamber; full of light and air on a stuffy summer day。 Instead it seemed to me a cell。 There was the chair by the window; and a small table next to it。 In the corners and around the edges of the room the floor was dusty and littered with bits of old strewing reeds。 And Verity; chin slumped to his chest as if dozing; except that to my senses the room thrummed with his effort。 His hair was unkempt; his chin bewhiskered with a day's growth。 His clothing hung on him。
I pushed the door shut with my foot and took the tray to the table。 I set it down and stood beside it; quietly waiting。 And in a few minutes he came back from wherever he had been。 He looked up at me with a ghost of his old smile; and then down at his tray。 〃What's this?〃
〃Breakfast; sir。 Everyone else ate hours ago; save yourself。〃
〃I ate; boy。 Early this morning。 Some awful fish soup。 The cooks should be hanged for that。 No one should face fish first thing in the morning。〃 He seemed uncertain; like some doddering gaffer trying to recall the days of his youth。
〃That was