grrm.astormofswords-第223节

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　A　warhorn；　a　bloody　great　warhorn。
　〃Yes；〃　Mance　said。　〃The　Horn　of　Winter；　that　Joramun　once　blew　to　wake　giants　from　the　earth。〃
　The　horn　was　huge；　eight　feet　along　the　curve　and　so　wide　at　the　mouth　that　he　could　have　put　his　arm　inside　up　to　the　elbow。　If　this　came　from　an　aurochs；　it　was　the　biggest　that　ever　lived。　At　first　he　thought　the　bands　around　it　were　bronze；　but　when　he　moved　closer　he　realized　they　were　gold。　Old　gold；　more　brown　than　yellow；　and　graven　with　runes。
　〃Ygritte　said　you　never　found　the　hom。〃
　〃Did　you　think　only　crows　could　lie？　I　liked　you　well　enough；　for　a　bastard　。　。　。　but　I　never　trusted　you。　A　man　needs　to　earn　my　trust。〃
　Jon　faced　him。　〃If　you've　had　the　Hom　of　Joramun　all　along；　why　haven't　you　used　it？　Why　bother　building　turtles　and　sending　Thenns　to　kill　us　in　our　beds？　If　this　hom　is　all　the　songs　say；　why　not　just　sound　it　and　be　done？〃
　It　was　Dalla　who　answered　him；　Dalla　great　with　child；　lying　on　her　pile　of　furs　beside　the　brazier。　〃We　free　folk　know　things　you　kneelers　have　forgotten。　Sometimes　the　short　road　is　not　the　safest；　Jon　Snow。　The　Homed　Lord　once　said　that　sorcery　is　a　sword　without　a　hilt。　There　is　no　safe　way　to　grasp　it。〃
　Mance　ran　a　hand　along　the　curve　of　the　great　horn。　〃No　man　goes　hunting　with　only　one　arrow　in　his　quiver；〃　he　said。　〃I　had　hoped　that　Styr　and　Jarl　would　take　your　brothers　unawares；　and　open　the　gate　for　us。　I　drew　your　garrison　away　with　feints　and　raids　and　secondary　attacks。　Bowen　Marsh　swallowed　that　lure　as　I　knew　he　would；　but　your　band　of　cripples　and　orphans　proved　to　be　more　stubborn　than　anticipated。　Don't　think　you've　stopped　us；　though。　The　truth　is；　you　are　too　few　and　we　are　too　many。　I　could　continue　the　attack　here　and　still　send　ten　thousand　men　to　cross　the　Bay　of　Seals　on　rafts　and　take　Eastwatch　from　the　rear。　I　could　storm　the　Shadow　Tower　too；　I　know　the　approaches　as　well　as　any　man　alive。　I　could　send　men　and　mammoths　to　dig　out　the　gates　at　the　castles　you've　abandoned；　all　of　them　at　once。〃
　〃Why　don't　you；　then？〃　Jon　could　have　drawn　Longclaw　then；　but　he　wanted　to　hear　what　the　wildling　had　to　say。
　〃Blood；〃　said　Mance　Rayder。　〃I'd　win　in　the　end；　yes；　but　you'd　bleed　me；　and　my　people　have　bled　enough。〃
　〃Your　losses　haven't　been　that　heavy。〃
　〃Not　at　your　hands。〃　Mance　studied　Jon's　face。　〃You　saw　the　Fist　of　the　First　Men。　You　know　what　happened　there。　You　know　what　we　are　facing。〃
　〃The　Others　。　。　。
　〃They　grow　stronger　as　the　days　grow　shorter　and　the　nights　colder。　First　they　kill　you；　then　they　send　your　dead　against　you。　The　giants　have　not　been　able　to　stand　against　them；　nor　the　Thenns；　the　ice　river　clans；　the　Homfoots。〃
　〃Nor　you？〃
　〃Nor　me。〃　There　was　anger　in　that　admission；　and　bitterness　too　deep　for　words。　〃Raymun　Redbeard；　Bael　the　Bard；　Gendel　and　Gorne；　the　Homed　Lord；　they　all　came　south　to　conquer；　but　I've　e　with　my　tail　between　my　legs　to　hide　behind　your　Wall。〃　He　touched　the　hom。　again。　〃If　I　sound　the　Hom　of　Winter；　the　Wall　will　fall。　Or　so　the　songs　would　have　me　believe。　There　are　those　among　my　people　who　want　nothing　more　。　。　。〃
　〃But　once　the　Wall　is　fallen；〃　Dalla　said；　〃what　will　stop　the　Others？〃
　Mance　gave　her　a　fond　smile。　〃It's　a　wise　woman　I've　found。　A　true　queen。〃　He　turned　back　to　Jon。　〃Go　back　and　tell　them　to　open　their　gate　and　let　us　pass。　If　they　do；　I　will　give　them　the　hom；　and　the　Wall　will　stand　until　the　end　of　days。〃
　Open　the　gate　and　let　them　pass。　Easy　to　say；　but　what　must　follow？　Giants　camping　in　the　ruins　of　Winterfell？　Cannibals　in　the　wolfswood；　chariots　sweeping　across　the　barrowlands；　free　folk　stealing　the　daughters　of　shipwrights　and　silversmiths　from　White　Harbor　and　fishwives　off　the　Stony　Shore？　〃Are　you　a　true　king？〃　Jon　asked　suddenly。
　〃I've　never　had　a　crown　on　my　head　or　sat　my　arse　on　a　bloody　throne；　if　that's　what　you're　asking；〃　Mance　replied。　〃My　birth　is　as　low　as　a　man's　can　get；　no　septon's　ever　smeared　my　head　with　oils；　I　don't　own　any　castles；　and　my　queen　wears　furs　and　amber；　not　silk　and　sapphires。　I　am　my　own　champion；　my　own　fool；　and　my　own　harpist。　You　don't　bee　King…beyond…the…Wall　because　your　father　was。　The　free　folk　won't　follow　a　name；　and　they　don't　care　which　brother　was　born　first。　They　follow　fighters。　When　I　left　the　Shadow　Tower　there　were　five　men　making　noises　about　how　they　might　be　the　stuff　of　kings。　Tormund　was　one；　the　Magnar　another。　The　other　three　I　slew；　when　they　made　it　plain　they'd　sooner　fight　than　follow。〃
　〃You　can　kill　your　enemies；〃　Jon　said　bluntly；　〃but　can　you　rule　your　friends？　If　we　let　your　people　pass；　are　you　strong　enough　to　make　them　keep　the　king's　peace　and　obey　the　laws？〃
　〃Whose　laws？　The　laws　of　Winterfell　and　King's　Landing？〃　Mance　laughed。　〃When　we　want　laws　we'll　make　our　own。　You　can　keep　your　king's　justice　too；　and　your　king's　taxes。　I'm　offering　you　the　hom；　not　our　freedom。　We　will　not　kneel　to　you。〃
　〃What　if　we　refuse　the　offer？〃　Jon　had　no　doubt　that　they　would。　The　Old　Bear　might　at　least　have　listened；　though　he　would　have　balked　at　the　notion　of　letting　thirty　or　forty　thousand　wildlings　loose　on　the　Seven　Kingdoms。　But　Alliser　Thorne　and　Janos　Slynt　would　dismiss　the　notion　out　of　hand。
　〃If　you　refuse；〃　Mance　Rayder　said；　〃Tormund　Giantsbane　will　sound　the　Horn　of　Winter　three　days　hence；　at　dawn。〃
　He　could　carry　the　message　back　to　Castle　Black　and　tell　them　of　the　horn；　but　if　he　left　Mance　still　alive　Lord　Janos　and　Ser　Alliser　would　seize　on　that　as　proof　that　he　was　a　tumcloak。　A　thousand　thoughts　flickered　through　Jon's　head。　If　I　can　destroy　the　horn；　smash　it　here　and　now　。　。　。　but　before　he　could　begin　to　think　that　through；　he　heard　the　low　moan　of　some　other　horn；　made　faint　by　the　tent's　hide　walls。　Mance　heard　it　too。　Frowning；　he　went　to　the　door。　Jon　followed。
　The　warhom　was　louder　outside。　Its　call　had　stirred　the　wildling　camp。　Three　Homfoot　men　jogged　past；　carrying　long　spears。　Horses　were　whinnying　and　snorting；　giants　roaring　in　the　Old　Tongue；　and　even　the　mammoths　were　restless。
　〃Outrider's　horn；〃　Tormund　told　Mance。
　〃Something's　ing。〃　Varamyr　sat　crosslegged　on　the　half…frozen　ground；　his　wolves　circled　restlessly　around　him。　A　shadow　swept　over　him；　and　Jon　looked　up　to　see　the　eagle's　blue…grey　wings。　〃ing；　from　the　east。〃
　When　the　dead　walk；　walls　and　stakes　and　swords　mean　nothing；　he　remembered。　You　cannot　fight　the　dead；　Jon　Snow　No　man　knows　that　half　so　well　as　me。
　Harma　scowled。　〃East？　The　wights　should　be　behind　us。〃
　〃East；〃　the　skinchanger　repeated。　〃Something's　ing。〃
　〃The　Others？〃　Jon　asked。
　Mance　shook　his　head。　〃The　Others　never　e　when　the　sun　is　up。〃　Chariots　were　rattling　across　the　killing　ground；　jammed　with　riders　waving　spears　of　sharpened　bone。　The　king　groaned。　〃Where　the　bloody　hell　do　they　think　they're　going？　Quenn；　get　those　fools　back　where　they　belong。　Someone　bring　my　horse。　The　mare；　not　the　stallion。　I'll　want　my　armor　too。〃　Mance　glanced　suspiciously　at　the　Wall。　Atop　the　icy　parapets；　the　straw　soldiers　stood　collecting　arrows；　but　there　was　no　sign　of　any　other　activity。　〃Harma；　mount　up　your　raiders。　Tormund；　find　your　sons　and　give　me　a　triple　line　of　spears。〃
　〃Aye；〃　said　Tormund；　striding　off。
　The　mousy　little　skinchanger　closed　his　eyes　and　said；　〃I　see　them。　They're　ing　along　the　streams　and　game　trails　。　。　。〃
　〃Who？〃
　〃Men。　Men　on　horses。　Men　in　steel　and　men　in　black。〃
　〃Crows。〃　Mance　made　the　word　a　curse。　He　turned　on　Jon。　〃Did　my　old　brothers　think　they'd　catch　me　with　my　breeches　down　if　they　attacked　while　we　were　talking？〃
　〃If　they　planned　an　attack　they　never　told　me　about　it。〃　Jon　did　not　believe　it。　Lord　Janos　lacked　the　men　to　attack　the　wildling　camp。　Besides；　he　was　on　the　wrong　side　of　the　Wall；　and　the　gate　was　sealed　with　rubble。　He　had　a　different　sort　of　treachery　in　mind；　this　can't　be　his　work。
　〃If　you're　lying　to　me　again；　you　won't　be　leaving　here　alive；〃　Mance　warned。　His　guards　brought　him　his　horse　and　armor。　Elsewhere　around　the　camp；　Jon　saw　people　running　at　cross　purposes；　some　men　forming　up　as　if　to　storm　the　Wall　while　others　slipped　into　the　woods；　women　driving　dog　carts　east；　mammoths　wandering　west。　He　reached　back　over　his　shoulder　and　drew　Longclaw　just　as　a　thin　line　of　rangers　emerged　from　the　fringes　of　the　wood　three　hundred　yards　away。　They　wore　black　mail；　black　halfhelms；　and　black　cloaks。　Half…armored；　Mance　drew　his　sword。　〃You　knew　nothing　of　this；　did　you？〃　he　said　to　Jon；　coldly。
　Slow　as　honey　on　a　cold　morning；　the　rangers　swept　down　on　the　wildling　camp；　picking　their　way　through　clumps　of　gorse　and　stands　of　trees；　over　roots　and　rocks。　Wildlings　flew　to　meet　them；　shouting　war　cries　and　waving　clubs　and　bronze　swords　and　axes　made　of　flint；　galloping　headlong　at　their　ancient　enemies。　A　shout；　a　slash；　and　a　fine　brave　death；　Jon　had　heard　brothers　say　of　the　free　folk's　way　of　fighting。
　〃Believe　what　you　will；〃　Jon　told　the　King…beyond…the…Wall；　〃but　I　knew　nothing　of　any　attack。〃
　Harma　thundered　past　before　Mance　could　reply；　riding　at　the　head　of　thirty　raiders。　Her　standard　went　before　her；　a　dead　dog　impaled　on　a　spear；　raining　blood　at　every　stride。　M