grrm.astormofswords-第117节

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　The　Mummers　had　posted　two　guards　there；　but　their　torch　left　them　night　blind；　and　the　outlaws　had　crept　in　close。　Kyle　and　Notch　let　fly　together。　One　man　went　down　with　an　arrow　through　his　throat；　the　other　through　his　belly。　The　second　man　dropped　the　torch；　and　the　flames　licked　up　at　him。　He　screamed　as　his　clothes　took　fire；　and　that　was　the　end　of　stealth。　Thoros　gave　a　shout；　and　the　outlaws　attacked　in　earnest。
　Arya　watched　from　atop　her　horse；　on　the　crest　of　the　wooded　ridge　that　overlooked　the　septry；　mill；　brewhouse；　and　stables　and　the　desolation　of　weeds；　burnt　trees；　and　mud　that　surrounded　them。　The　trees　were　mostly　bare　now；　and　the　few　withered　brown　leaves　that　still　clung　to　the　branches　did　little　to　obstruct　her　view。　Lord　Beric　had　left　Beardless　Dick　and　Mudge　to　guard　them。　Arya　hated　being　left　behind　like　she　was　some　stupid　child；　but　at　least　Gendry　had　been　kept　back　as　well。　She　knew　better　than　to　try　and　argue。　This　was　battle；　and　in　battle　you　had　to　obey。
　The　eastern　horizon　glowed　gold　and　pink；　and　overhead　a　half　moon　peeked　out　through　low　scuttling　clouds。　The　wind　blew　cold；　and　Arya　could　hear　the　rush　of　water　and　the　creak　of　the　mill's　great　wooden　waterwheel。　There　was　a　smell　of　rain　in　the　dawn　air；　but　no　drops　were　falling　yet。　Flaming　arrows　flew　through　the　morning　mists；　trailing　pale　ribbons　of　fire；　and　thudded　into　the　wooden　walls　of　the　septry。　A　few　smashed　through　shuttered　windows；　and　soon　enough　thin　tendrils　of　smoke　were　rising　between　the　broken　shutters。
　Two　Mummers　came　bursting　from　the　septry　side　by　side；　axes　in　their　hands。　Anguy　and　the　other　archers　were　waiting。　One　axeman　died　at　once。　The　other　managed　to　duck；　so　the　shaft　ripped　through　his　shoulder。　He　staggered　on；　till　two　more　arrows　found　him；　so　quickly　it　was　hard　to　say　which　had　struck　first。　The　long　shafts　punched　through　his　breastplate　as　if　it　had　been　made　of　silk　instead　of　steel。　He　fell　heavily。　Anguy　had　arrows　tipped　with　bodkins　as　well　as　broadheads。　A　bodkin　could　pierce　even　heavy　plate。　I'm　going　to　learn　to　shoot　a　bow；　Arya　thought。　She　loved　sword　fighting；　but　she　could　see　how　arrows　were　good　too。
　Flames　were　creeping　up　the　west　wall　of　the　septry；　and　thick　smoke　poured　through　a　broken　window。　A　Myrish　crossbowman　poked　his　head　out　a　different　window；　got　off　a　bolt；　and　ducked　down　to　rewind。　She　could　hear　fighting　from　the　stables　as　well；　shouts　well　mingled　with　the　screams　of　horses　and　the　clang　of　steel。　Kill　them　all；　she　thought　fiercely。　She　bit　her　lip　so　hard　she　tasted　blood。　Kill　every　single　one。
　The　crossbowman　appeared　again；　but　no　sooner　had　he　loosed　than　three　arrows　hissed　past　his　head。　One　rattled　off　his　helm。　He　vanished；　bow　and　all。　Arya　could　see　flames　in　several　of　the　second…story　windows。　Between　the　smoke　and　the　morning　mists；　the　air　was　a　haze　of　blowing　black　and　white。　Anguy　and　the　other　bowmen　were　creeping　closer；　the　better　to　find　targets。
　Then　the　septry　erupted；　the　Mummers　boiling　out　like　angry　ants。　Two　ibbenese　rushed　through　the　door　with　shaggy　brown　shields　held　high　before　them；　and　behind　them　came　a　Dothraki　with　a　great　curved　arakh　and　bells　in　his　braid；　and　behind　him　three　Volantene　sellswords　covered　with　fierce　tattoos。　Others　were　climbing　out　windows　and　leaping　to　the　ground。　Arya　saw　a　man　take　an　arrow　through　the　chest　with　one　leg　across　a　windowsill；　and　heard　his　scream　as　he　fell。　The　smoke　was　thickening。　Quarrels　and　arrows　sped　back　and　forth。　Watty　fell　with　a　grunt；　his　bow　slipping　from　his　hand。　Kyle　was　trying　to　nock　another　shaft　to　his　string　when　a　man　in　black　mail　flung　a　spear　through　his　belly。　She　heard　Lord　Beric　shout。　From　out　of　the　ditches　and　trees　the　rest　of　his　band　came　pouring；　steel　in　hand。　Arya　saw　Lem's　bright　yellow　cloak　flapping　behind　him　as　he　rode　down　the　man　who'd　killed　Kyle。　Thoros　and　Lord　Beric　were　everywhere；　their　swords　swirling　fire。　The　red　priest　hacked　at　a　hide　shield　until　it　flew　to　pieces；　while　his　horse　kicked　the　man　in　the　face。　A　Dothraki　screamed　and　charged　the　lightning　lord；　and　the　flaming　sword　leapt　out　to　meet　his　arakh。　The　blades　kissed　and　spun　and　kissed　again。　Then　the　Dothraki's　hair　was　ablaze；　and　a　moment　later　he　was　dead。　She　spied　Ned　too；　fighting　at　the　lightning　lord's　side。　It's　not　fair；　he's　only　a　little　older　than　me；　they　should　have　let　me　fight。
　The　battle　did　not　last　very　long。　The　Brave　panions　still　on　their　feet　soon　died；　or　threw　down　their　swords。　Two　of　the　Dothraki　managed　to　regain　their　horses　and　flee；　but　only　because　Lord　Beric　let　them　go。　〃Let　them　carry　the　word　back　to　Harrenhal；〃　he　said；　with　flaming　sword　in　hand。　〃It　will　give　the　Leech　Lord　and　his　goat　a　few　more　sleepless　nights。〃
　Jack…Be…Lucky；　Harwin；　and　Merrit　o'　Moontown　braved　the　burning　septry　to　search　for　captives。　They　emerged　from　the　smoke　and　flames　a　few　moments　later　with　eight　brown　brothers；　one　so　weak　that　Merrit　had　to　carry　him　across　a　shoulder。　There　was　a　septon　with　them　as　well；　round…shouldered　and　balding；　but　he　wore　black　chainmail　over　his　grey　robes。　〃Found　him　hiding　under　the　cellar　steps；〃　said　Jack；　coughing。
　Thoros　smiled　to　see　him。　〃You　are　Utt。〃
　〃Septon　Utt。　A　man　of　god。〃
　〃What　god　would　want　the　likes　o'　you？〃　growled　Lem。
　〃I　have　sinned；〃　the　septon　wailed。　〃I　know；　I　know。　Forgive　me；　Father。　Oh；　grievously　have　I　sinned。〃
　Arya　remembered　Septon　Utt　from　her　time　at　Harrenhal。　Shagwell　the　Fool　said　he　always　wept　and　prayed　for　forgiveness　after　he'd　killed　his　latest　boy。　Sometimes　he　even　made　the　other　Mummers　scourge　him。　They　all　thought　that　was　very　funny。
　Lord　Beric　slammed　his　sword　into　its　scabbard；　quenching　the　flames。　〃Give　the　dying　the　gift　of　mercy　and　bind　the　others　hand　and　foot　for　trial；〃　he　manded；　and　it　was　done。
　The　trials　went　swiftly。　Various　of　the　outlaws　came　forward　to　tell　of　things　the　Brave　panions　had　done；　towns　and　villages　sacked；　crops　burned；　women　raped　and　murdered；　men　maimed　and　tortured。　A　few　spoke　of　the　boys　that　Septon　Utt　had　carried　off。　The　septon　wept　and　prayed　through　it　all。　〃I　am　a　weak　reed；〃　he　told　Lord　Beric。　〃I　pray　to　the　Warrior　for　strength；　but　the　gods　made　me　weak。　Have　mercy　on　my　weakness。　The　boys；　the　sweet　boys　。　。　。　I　never　mean　to　hurt　them　。　。　。〃
　Septon　Utt　soon　dangled　beneath　a　tall　elm；　swinging　slowly　by　the　neck；　as　naked　as　his　name　day。　The　other　Brave　panions　followed　one　by　one。　A　few　fought；　kicking　and　struggling　as　the　noose　was　tightened　round　their　throats。　One　of　the　crossbowmen　kept　shouting；　〃I　soldier；　I　soldier；〃　in　a　thick　Myrish　accent。　Another　offered　to　lead　his　captors　to　gold；　a　third　told　them　what　a　good　outlaw　he　would　make。　Each　was　stripped　and　bound　and　hanged　in　turn。　Tom　Sevenstrings　played　a　dirge　for　them　on　his　woodharp；　and　Thoros　implored　the　Lord　of　Light　to　roast　their　souls　until　the　end　of　time。
　A　mummer　tree；　Arya　thought　as　she　watched　them　dangle；　their　pale　skins　painted　a　sullen　red　by　the　flames　of　the　burning　septry。　Already　the　crows　were　ing；　appearing　out　of　nowhere。　She　heard　them　croaking　and　cackling　at　one　another；　and　wondered　what　they　were　saying。　Arya　had　not　feared　Septon　Utt　as　much　as　she　did　Rorge　and　Biter　and　some　of　the　others　still　at　Harrenhal；　but　she　was　glad　that　he　was　dead　all　the　same。　They　should　have　hanged　the　Hound　too；　or　chopped　his　head　off。　Instead；　to　her　disgust；　the　outlaws　had　treated　Sandor　Clegane's　burned　arm；　restored　his　sword　and　horse　and　armor；　and　set　him　free　a　few　miles　from　the　hollow　hill。　All　they'd　taken　was　his　gold。
　The　septry　soon　collapsed　in　a　roar　of　smoke　and　flame；　its　walls　no　longer　able　to　support　the　weight　of　its　heavy　slate　roof。　The　eight　brown　brothers　watched　with　resignation。　They　were　all　that　remained；　explained　the　eldest；　who　wore　a　small　iron　hammer　on　a　thong　about　his　neck　to　signify　his　devotion　to　the　Smith。　〃Before　the　war　we　were　four…and…forty；　and　this　was　a　prosperous　place。　We　had　a　dozen　milk　cows　and　a　bull；　a　hundred　beehives；　a　vineyard　and　an　apple　arbor。　But　when　the　lions　came　through　they　took　all　our　wine　and　milk　and　honey；　slaughtered　the　cows；　and　put　our　vineyard　to　the　torch。　After　that　。　。　。　I　have　lost　count　of　our　visitors。　This　false　septon　was　only　the　latest。　There　was　one　monster　。　。　。　we　gave　him　all　our　silver；　but　he　was　certain　we　were　hiding　gold；　so　his　men　killed　us　one　by　one　to　make　Elder　Brother　talk。〃
　〃How　did　the　eight　of　you　survive？〃　asked　Anguy　the　Archer。
　〃I　am　ashamed；〃　the　old　man　said。　〃It　was　me。　When　it　came　my　turn　to　die；　I　told　them　where　our　gold　was　hidden。〃
　〃Brother；〃　said　Thoros　of　Myr；　〃the　only　shame　was　not　telling　them　at　once。〃
　The　outlaws　sheltered　that　night　in　the　brewhouse　beside　the　little　river。　Their　hosts　had　a　cache　of　food　hidden　beneath　the　floor　of　the　stables；　so　they　shared　a　simple　supper；　oaten　bread；　onions；　and　a　watery　cabbage　soup　tasting　faintly　of　garlic。　Arya　found　a　slice　of　carrot　floating　in　her　bowl；　and　counted　herself　lucky。　The　brothers　never　asked　the　outlaws　for　names。　They　know；　Arya　thought。　How　could　they　not？　Lord　Beric　wore