grrm.astormofswords-第213节

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gue　it　flickered　in　and　out；　feinting　low　and　landing　high；　jabbing　at　groin；　shield；　eyes。　The　Mountain　makes　for　a　big　target；　at　the　least；　Tyrion　thought。　Prince　Oberyn　could　scarcely　miss；　though　none　of　his　blows　was　penetrating　Ser　Gregor's　heavy　plate。　The　Dornishman　kept　circling；　jabbing；　then　darting　back　again；　forcing　the　bigger　man　to　turn　and　turn　again。　Clegane　is　losing　sight　of　him。　The　Mountain's　helm　had　a　narrow　eyeslit；　severely　limiting　his　vision。　Oberyn　was　making　good　use　of　that；　and　the　length　of　his　spear；　and　his　quickness。
　It　went　on　that　way　for　what　seemed　a　long　time。　Back　and　forth　they　moved　across　the　yard；　and　round　and　round　in　spirals；　Ser　Gregor　slashing　at　the　air　while　Oberyn's　spear　struck　at　arm；　and　leg；　twice　at　his　temple。　Gregor's　big　wooden　shield　took　its　share　of　hits　as　well；　until　a　dog's　head　peeped　out　from　under　the　star；　and　elsewhere　the　raw　oak　showed　through。　Clegane　would　grunt　from　time　to　time；　and　once　Tyrion　heard　him　mutter　a　curse；　but　otherwise　he　fought　in　a　sullen　silence。
　Not　Oberyn　Martell。　〃You　raped　her；〃　he　called；　feinting。　〃You　murdered　her；〃　he　said；　dodging　a　looping　cut　from　Gregor's　greatsword。　〃You　killed　her　children；〃　he　shouted；　slamming　the　spearpoint　into　the　giant's　throat；　only　to　have　it　glance　off　the　thick　steel　gorget　with　a　screech。
　〃Oberyn　is　toying　with　him；〃　said　Ellaria　Sand。
　That　is　fool's　play；　thought　Tyrion。　〃The　Mountain　is　too　bloody　big　to　be　any　man's　toy。〃
　All　around　the　yard；　the　throng　of　spectators　was　creeping　in　toward　the　two　batants；　edging　forward　inch　by　inch　to　get　a　better　view。　The　Kingsguard　tried　to　keep　them　back；　shoving　at　the　gawkers　forcefully　with　their　big　white　shields；　but　there　were　hundreds　of　gawkers　and　only　six　of　the　men　in　white　armor。
　〃You　raped　her。〃　Prince　Oberyn　parried　a　savage　cut　with　his　spearhead。　〃You　murdered　her。〃　He　sent　the　spearpoint　at　Clegane's　eyes；　so　fast　the　huge　man　flinched　back。　〃You　killed　her　children。〃　The　spear　flickered　sideways　and　down；　scraping　against　the　Mountain's　breastplate。　〃You　raped　her。　You　murdered　her。　You　killed　her　children。〃　The　spear　was　two　feet　longer　than　Ser　Gregor's　sword；　more　than　enough　to　keep　him　at　an　awkward　distance。　He　hacked　at　the　shaft　whenever　Oberyn　lunged　at　him；　trying　to　lop　off　the　spearhead；　but　he　might　as　well　have　been　trying　to　hack　the　wings　off　a　fly。　〃You　raped　her。　You　murdered　her。　You　killed　her　children。〃　Gregor　tried　to　bull　rush；　but　Oberyn　skipped　aside　and　circled　round　his　back。　〃You　raped　her。　You　murdered　her。　You　killed　her　children。〃
　〃Be　quiet。〃　Ser　Gregor　seemed　to　be　moving　a　little　slower；　and　his　greatsword　no　longer　rose　quite　so　high　as　it　had　when　the　contest　began。　〃Shut　your　bloody　mouth。〃
　〃You　raped　her；〃　the　prince　said；　moving　to　the　right。
　〃Enough！〃　Ser　Gregor　took　two　long　strides　and　brought　his　sword　down　at　Oberyn's　head；　but　the　Domishman　backstepped　once　more。　〃You　murdered　her；〃　he　said。
　〃SHUT　UP〃　Gregor　charged　headlong；　right　at　the　point　of　the　spear；　which　slammed　into　his　right　breast　then　slid　aside　with　a　hideous　steel　shriek。　Suddenly　the　Mountain　was　close　enough　to　strike；　his　huge　sword　flashing　in　a　steel　blur。　The　crowd　was　screaming　as　well。　Oberyn　slipped　the　first　blow　and　let　go　of　the　spear；　useless　now　that　Ser　Gregor　was　inside　it。　The　second　cut　the　Domishman　caught　on　his　shield。　Metal　met　metal　with　an　ear…splitting　clang　sending　the　Red　Viper　reeling。　Ser　Gregor　followed；　bellowing。　He　doesn't　use　words；　he　just　roars　like　an　animal；　Tyrion　thought。　Oberyn's　retreat　became　a　headlong　backward　flight　mere　inches　ahead　of　the　greatsword　as　it　slashed　at　his　chest；　his　arms；　his　head。
　The　stable　was　behind　him。　Spectators　screamed　and　shoved　at　each　other　to　get　out　of　the　way。　One　stumbled　into　Oberyn's　back。　Ser　Gregor　hacked　down　with　all　his　savage　strength。　The　Red　Viper　threw　himself　sideways；　rolling。　The　luckless　stableboy　behind　him　was　not　so　quick。　As　his　arm　rose　to　protect　his　face；　Gregor's　sword　took　it　off　between　elbow　and　shoulder。　〃Shut　UP！〃　the　Mountain　howled　at　the　stableboy's　scream；　and　this　time　he　swung　the　blade　sideways；　sending　the　top　half　of　the　lad's　head　across　the　yard　in　a　spray　of　blood　and　brains。　Hundreds　of　spectators　suddenly　seemed　to　lose　all　interest　in　the　guilt　or　innocence　of　Tyrion　Lannister；　judging　by　the　way　they　pushed　and　shoved　at　each　other　to　escape　the　yard。
　But　the　Red　Viper　of　Dome　was　back　on　his　feet；　his　long　spear　in　hand。　〃Elia；〃　he　called　at　Ser　Gregor。　〃You　raped　her。　You　murdered　her。　You　killed　her　children。　Now　say　her　name。〃
　The　Mountain　whirled。　Helm；　shield；　sword；　surcoat；　he　was　spattered　with　gore　from　head　to　heels。　〃You　talk　too　much；〃　he　grumbled。　〃You　make　my　head　hurt。〃
　〃I　will　hear　you　say　it。　She　was　Elia　of　Dome。〃
　The　Mountain　snorted　contemptuously；　and　came　on　。　。　。　and　in　that　moment；　the　sun　broke　through　the　low　clouds　that　had　hidden　the　sky　since　dawn。
　The　sun　of　Dorne；　Tyrion　told　himself；　but　it　was　Gregor　Clegane　who　moved　first　to　put　the　sun　at　his　back。　This　is　a　dim　and　brutal　man；　but　he　has　a　warrior's　instincts。
　The　Red　Viper　crouched；　squinting；　and　sent　his　spear　darting　forward　again。　Ser　Gregor　hacked　at　it；　but　the　thrust　had　only　been　a　feint。　Off　balance；　he　stumbled　forward　a　step。
　Prince　Oberyn　tilted　his　dinted　metal　shield。　A　shaft　of　sunlight　blazed　blindingly　off　polished　gold　and　copper；　into　the　narrow　slit　of　his　foe's　helm。　Clegane　lifted　his　own　shield　against　the　glare。　Prince　Oberyn's　spear　flashed　like　lightning　and　found　the　gap　in　the　heavy　plate；　the　joint　under　the　arm。　The　point　punched　through　mail　and　boiled　leather。　Gregor　gave　a　choked　grunt　as　the　Domishman　twisted　his　spear　and　yanked　it　free。　〃Elia。　Say　it！　Elia。　of　Dome！〃　He　was　circling　spear　poised　for　another　thrust。　〃Say　it！〃
　Tyrion　had　his　own　prayer。　Fall　down　and　die；　was　how　it　went。　Damn　you；　fall　down　and　die！　The　blood　trickling　from　the　Mountain's　armpit　was　his　own　now；　and　he　must　be　bleeding　even　more　heavily　inside　the　breastplate。　When　he　tried　to　take　a　step；　one　knee　buckled。　Tyrion　thought　he　was　going　down。
　Prince　Oberyn　had　circled　behind　him。　〃ELIA　OF　DORNE！〃　he　shouted。　Ser　Gregor　started　to　turn；　but　too　slow　and　too　late。　The　spearhead　went　through　the　back　of　the　knee　this　time；　through　the　layers　of　chain　and　leather　between　the　plates　on　thigh　and　calf。　The　Mountain　reeled；　swayed；　then　collapsed　face　first　on　the　ground。　His　huge　sword　went　flying　from　his　hand。　Slowly；　ponderously；　he　rolled　onto　his　back。
　The　Dornishman　flung　away　his　ruined　shield；　grasped　the　spear　in　both　hands；　and　sauntered　away。　Behind　him　the　Mountain　let　out　a　groan；　and　pushed　himself　onto　an　elbow。　Oberyn　whirled　cat…quick；　and　ran　at　his　fallen　foe。　〃EEEEELLLLLLIIIIIAAAAA！〃　he　screamed；　as　he　drove　the　spear　down　with　the　whole　weight　of　his　body　behind　it。　The　crack　of　the　ashwood　shaft　snapping　was　almost　as　sweet　a　sound　as　Cersei's　wail　of　fury；　and　for　an　instant　Prince　Oberyn　had　wings。　The　snake　has　vaulted　over　the　Mountain。　Four　feet　of　broken　spear　jutted　from　Clegane's　belly　as　Prince　Oberyn　rolled；　rose；　and　dusted　himself　off。　He　tossed　aside　the　splintered　spear　and　claimed　his　foe's　greatsword。　〃If　you　die　before　you　say　her　name；　ser；　I　will　hunt　you　through　all　seven　hells；〃　he　promised。
　Ser　Gregor　tried　to　rise；　The　broken　spear　had　gone　through　him；　and　was　pinning　him　to　the　ground。　He　wrapped　both　hands　about　the　shaft；　grunting；　but　could　not　pull　it　out。　Beneath　him　was　a　spreading　pool　of　red。　〃I　am　feeling　more　innocent　by　the　instant；〃　Tyrion　told　Ellaria　Sand　beside　him。
　Prince　Oberyn　moved　closer。　〃Say　the　name！〃　He　put　a　foot　on　the　Mountain's　chest　and　raised　the　greatsword　with　both　hands。　Whether　he　intended　to　hack　off　Gregor's　head　or　shove　the　point　through　his　eyeslit　was　something　Tyrion　would　never　know。
　Clegane's　hand　shot　up　and　grabbed　the　Dornishman　behind　the　knee。　The　Red　Viper　brought　down　the　greatsword　in　a　wild　slash；　but　he　was　off…balance；　and　the　edge　did　no　more　than　put　another　dent　in　the　Mountain's　vambrace。　Then　the　sword　was　forgotten　as　Gregor's　hand　tightened　and　twisted；　yanking　the　Dornishman　down　on　top　of　him。　They　wrestled　in　the　dust　and　blood；　the　broken　spear　wobbling　back　and　forth。　Tyrion　saw　with　horror　that　the　Mountain　had　wrapped　one　huge　arm　around　the　prince；　drawing　him　tight　against　his　chest；　like　a　lover。
　〃Elia　of　Dorne；〃　they　all　heard　Ser　Gregor　say；　when　they　were　close　enough　to　kiss。　His　deep　voice　boomed　within　the　helm。　〃I　killed　her　screaming　whelp。〃　He　thrust　his　free　hand　into　Oberyn's　unprotected　face；　pushing　steel　fingers　into　his　eyes。　〃Then　I　raped　her。〃　Clegane　slammed　his　fist　into　the　Dornishman's　mouth；　making　splinters　of　his　teeth。　〃Then　I　smashed　her　fucking　head　in。　Like　this。〃　As　he　drew　back　his　huge　fist；　the　blood　on　his　gauntlet　seemed　to　smoke　in　the　cold　dawn　air。　There　was　a　sickening　crunch。　Ellaria　Sand　wailed　in　terror；　and　Tyrion's　breakfast　came　boiling　back　up。　He　found　himself　on　his　knees　retching　bacon　and　sausage　and　applecakes；　and　that　double　helping　of　fried　eggs　cooked　up　with　onions　and　f