grrm.astormofswords-第27节

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　horse。　The　Bright　Banners　and　Second　Sons　had　fled；　as　sellswords　are　wont　to　do　in　the　face　of　hopeless　odds。　With　dark　falling；　the　Dothraki　had　retired　to　their　own　camps　to　drink　and　dance　and　feast；　but　none　doubted　that　they　would　return　on　the　morrow　to　smash　the　city　gates；　storm　the　walls；　and　rape；　loot；　and　slave　as　they　pleased。
　〃But　when　dawn　broke　and　Temmo　and　his　bloodriders　led　their　khalasar　out　of　camp；　they　found　three　thousand　Unsullied　drawn　up　before　the　gates　with　the　Black　Goat　standard　flying　over　their　heads。　So　small　a　force　could　easily　have　been　flanked；　but　you　know　Dothraki。　These　were　men　on　foot；　and　men　on　foot　are　fit　only　to　be　ridden　down。
　〃The　Dothraki　charged。　The　Unsullied　locked　their　shields；　lowered　their　spears；　and　stood　firm。　Against　twenty　thousand　screamers　with　bells　in　their　hair；　they　stood　firm。
　〃Eighteen　times　the　Dothraki　charged；　and　broke　themselves　on　those　shields　and　spears　like　waves　on　a　rocky　shore。　Thrice　Temmo　sent　his　archers　wheeling　past　and　arrows　fell　like　rain　upon　the　Three　Thousand；　but　the　Unsullied　merely　lifted　their　shields　above　their　heads　until　the　squall　had　passed。　In　the　end　only　six　hundred　of　them　remained　。　。　。　but　more　than　twelve　thousand　Dothraki　lay　dead　upon　that　field；　including　Khal　Temmo；　his　bloodriders；　his　kos；　and　all　his　sons。　On　the　morning　of　the　fourth　day；　the　new　khal　led　the　survivors　past　the　city　gates　in　a　stately　procession。　One　by　one；　each　man　cut　off　his　braid　and　threw　it　down　before　the　feet　of　the　Three　Thousand。
　〃Since　that　day；　the　city　guard　of　Qohor　has　been　made　up　solely　of　Unsullied；　every　one　of　whom　carries　a　tall　spear　from　which　hangs　a　braid　of　human　hair。
　〃That　is　what　you　will　find　in　Astapor；　Your　Grace。　Put　ashore　there；　and　continue　on　to　Pentos　overland。　It　will　take　longer；　yes　。　。　。　but　when　you　break　bread　with　Magister　Illyrio；　you　will　have　a　thousand　swords　behind　you；　not　just　four。〃
　There　is　wisdom　in　this；　yes；　Dany　thought；　but　。　。　。　〃How　am　I　to　buy　a　thousand　slave　soldiers？　All　I　have　of　value　is　the　crown　the　Tourmaline　Brotherhood　gave　me。〃
　〃Dragons　will　be　as　great　a　wonder　in　Astapor　as　they　were　in　Qarth。　it　may　be　that　the　slavers　will　shower　you　with　gifts；　as　the　Qartheen　did。　If　not　。　。　。　these　ships　carry　more　than　your　Dothraki　and　their　horses。　They　took　on　trade　goods　at　Qarth；　I've　been　through　the　holds　and　seen　for　myself。　Bolts　of　silk　and　bales　of　tiger　skin；　amber　and　jade　carvings；　saffron；　myrrh　。　。　。　slaves　are　cheap；　Your　Grace。　Tiger　skins　are　costly。〃
　〃Those　are　Illyrio's　tiger　skins；〃　she　objected。
　〃And　Illyrio　is　a　friend　to　House　Targaryen。〃
　〃All　the　more　reason　not　to　steal　his　goods。〃
　〃What　use　are　wealthy　friends　if　they　will　not　put　their　wealth　at　your　disposal；　my　queen？　If　Magister　Illyrio　would　deny　you；　he　is　only　Xaro　Xhoan　Daxos　with　four　chins。　And　if　he　is　sincere　in　his　devotion　to　your　cause；　he　will　not　begrudge　you　three　shiploads　of　trade　goods。　What　better　use　for　his　tiger　skins　than　to　buy　you　the　beginnings　of　an　army？〃
　That's　true。　Dany　felt　a　rising　excitement。　〃There　will　be　dangers　on　such　a　long　march　。　。　。〃
　〃There　are　dangers　at　sea　as　well。　Corsairs　and　pirates　hunt　the　southern　route；　and　north　of　Valyria　the　Smoking　Sea　is　demon…haunted。　The　next　storm　could　sink　or　scatter　us；　a　kraken　could　pull　us　under　。　。　。　or　we　might　find　ourselves　becalmed　again；　and　die　of　thirst　as　we　wait　for　the　wind　to　rise。　A　march　will　have　different　dangers；　my　queen；　but　none　greater。〃
　〃What　if　Captain　Groleo　refuses　to　change　course；　though？　And　Arstan；　Strong　Belwas；　what　will　they　do？〃
　Ser　Jorah　stood。　〃Perhaps　it's　time　you　found　that　out。〃
　〃Yes；〃　she　decided。　〃I'll　do　it！〃　Dany　threw　back　the　coverlets　and　hopped　from　the　bunk。　〃I'll　see　the　captain　at　once；　mand　him　to　set　course　for　Astapor。〃　She　bent　over　her　chest；　threw　open　the　lid；　and　seized　the　first　garment　to　hand；　a　pair　of　loose　sandsilk　trousers。　〃Hand　me　my　medallion　belt；〃　she　manded　Jorah　as　she　pulled　the　sandsilk　up　over　her　hips。　〃And　my　vest…〃　she　started　to　say；　turning。
　Ser　Jorah　slid　his　arms　around　her。
　〃Oh；〃　was　all　Dany　had　time　to　say　as　he　pulled　her　close　and　pressed　his　lips　down　on　hers。　He　smelled　of　sweat　and　salt　and　leather；　and　the　iron　studs　on　his　jerkin　dug　into　her　naked　breasts　as　he　crushed　her　hard　against　him。　One　hand　held　her　by　the　shoulder　while　the　other　slid　down　her　spine　to　the　small　of　her　back；　and　her　mouth　opened　for　his　tongue；　though　she　never　told　it　to。　His　beard　is　scratchy；　she　thought；　but　his　mouth　is　sweet。　The　Dothraki　wore　no　beards；　only　long　mustaches；　and　only　Khal　Drogo　had　ever　kissed　her　before。　He　should　not　be　doing　this。　I　am　his　queen；　not　his　woman。
　It　was　a　long　kiss；　though　how　long　Dany　could　not　have　said。　When　it　ended；　Ser　Jorah　let　go　of　her；　and　she　took　a　quick　step　backward。　〃You　。　。　。　you　should　not　have　。　。　。〃
　〃I　should　not　have　waited　so　Iong；　〃　he　finished　for　her。　〃I　should　have　kissed　you　in　Qarth；　in　Vaes　Tolorru。　I　should　have　kissed　you　in　the　red　waste；　every　night　and　every　day。　You　were　made　to　be　kissed；　often　and　well。〃　His　eyes　were　on　her　breasts。
　Dany　covered　them　with　her　hands；　before　her　nipples　could　betray　her。　〃I　。　。　。　that　was　not　fitting。　I　am　your　queen。〃
　〃My　queen；〃　he　said；　〃and　the　bravest；　sweetest；　and　most　beautiful　woman　I　have　ever　seen。　Daenerys　…
　〃Your　Grace！〃
　〃Your　Grace；〃　he　conceded；　〃the　dragon　has　three　heads；　remember？　You　have　wondered　at　that；　ever　since　you　heard　it　from　the　warlocks　in　the　House　of　Dust。　Well；　here's　your　meaning：　Balerion；　Meraxes；　and　Vhagar；　ridden　by　Aegon；　Rhaenys；　and　Visenya。　The　three…headed　dragon　of　House　Targaryen…three　dragons；　and　three　riders。〃
　〃Yes；〃　said　Dany；　〃but　my　brothers　are　dead。〃
　〃Rhaenys　and　Visenya　were　Aegon's　wives　as　well　as　his　sisters。　You　have　no　brothers；　but　you　can　take　husbands。　And　I　tell　you　truly；　Daenerys；　there　is　no　man　in　all　the　world　who　will　ever　be　half　so　true　to　you　as　me。〃
　
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　The　ridge　slanted　sharply　from　the　earth；　a　long　fold　of　stone　and　soil　shaped　like　a　claw。　Trees　clung　to　its　lower　slopes；　pines　and　hawthorn　and　ash；　but　higher　up　the　ground　was　bare；　the　ridgeline　stark　against　the　cloudy　sky。
　He　could　feel　the　high　stone　calling　him。　Up　he　went；　loping　easy　at　first；　then　faster　and　higher；　his　strong　legs　eating　up　the　incline。　Birds　burst　from　the　branches　overhead　as　he　raced　by；　clawing　and　flapping　their　way　into　the　sky。　He　could　hear　the　wind　sighing　up　amongst　the　leaves；　the　squirrels　chittering　to　one　another；　even　the　sound　a　pinecone　made　as　it　tumbled　to　the　forest　floor。　The　smells　were　a　song　around　him；　a　song　that　filled　the　good　green　world。
　Gravel　flew　from　beneath　his　paws　as　he　gained　the　last　few　feet　to　stand　upon　the　crest。　The　sun　hung　above　the　tall　pines　huge　and　red；　and　below　him　the　trees　and　hills　went　on　and　on　as　far　as　he　could　see　or　smell。　A　kite　was　circling　far　above；　dark　against　the　pink　sky。
　Prince。　The　man…sound　came　into　his　head　suddenly；　yet　he　could　feel　the　rightness　of　it。　Prince　of　the　green；　prince　of　the　wolfswood。　He　was　strong　and　swift　and　fierce；　and　all　that　lived　in　the　good　green　world　went　in　fear　of　him。
　Far　below；　at　the　base　of　the　woods；　something　moved　amongst　the　trees。　A　flash　of　grey；　quick…glimpsed　and　gone　again；　but　it　was　enough　to　make　his　ears　prick　up。　Down　there　beside　a　swift　green　brook；　another　form　slipped　by；　running。　Wolves；　he　knew。　His　little　cousins；　chasing　down　some　prey。　Now　the　prince　could　see　more　of　them；　shadows　on　fleet　grey　paws。　A　pack。
　He　had　a　pack　as　well；　once。　Five　they　had　been；　and　a　sixth　who　stood　aside。　Somewhere　down　inside　him　were　the　sounds　the　men　had　given　them　to　tell　one　from　the　other；　but　it　was　not　by　their　sounds　he　knew　them。　He　remembered　their　scents；　his　brothers　and　his　sisters。　They　all　had　smelled　alike；　had　smelled　of　pack；　but　each　was　different　too。
　His　angry　brother　with　the　hot　green　eyes　was　near；　the　prince　felt；　though　he　had　not　seen　him　for　many　hunts。　Yet　with　every　sun　that　set　he　grew　more　distant；　and　he　had　been　the　last。　The　others　were　far　scattered；　like　leaves　blown　by　the　wild　wind。
　Sometimes　he　could　sense　them；　though；　as　if　they　were　still　with　him；　only　hidden　from　his　sight　by　a　boulder　or　a　stand　of　trees。　He　could　not　smell　them；　nor　hear　their　howls　by　night；　yet　he　felt　their　presence　at　his　back　。　。　。　all　but　the　sister　they　had　lost。　His　tail　drooped　when　he　remembered　her。　Four　now；　not　five。　Four　and　one　more；　the　white　who　has　no　voice。
　These　woods　belonged　to　them；　the　snowy　slopes　and　stony　hills；　the　great　green　pines　and　the　golden　leaf　oaks；　the　rushing　streams　and　blue　lakes　fringed　with　fingers　of　white　frost。　But　his　sister　had　left　the　wilds；　to　walk　in　the　halls　of　man…rock　where　other　hunters　ruled；　and　once　within　those　halls　it　was　hard　to　find　the　path　back　out。　The　wolf　prince　remembered。
　The　wind　shifted　suddenly。
　Deer；　and　fear；　and　blood。　The　scent　of　prey　woke　the　hunger　in　him。　The　prince　sniffed　the　air　again；　turning；　and　then　he　was　off；　bounding　along　the　ridgetop　with　jaws　ha