ggk.asongforarbonne-第114节

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　　Blaise　looked　down　at　his　shaking　hands。　He　said；　〃Nothing　ever　mattered　except　the　goals；　did　it？　Nothing　had　meaning　in　itself。　We　were　all　tools；　every　one　of　us；　Ademar；　Rosala；　Ranald　and　I；　even　when　we　were　boys。〃
　　His　father　made　a　flicking　gesture　of　dismissal。　〃What　did　you　want；　Blaise？　Lullabies？　A　pat　on　the　back？　A　doting　father's　grip　on　the　shoulder　when　you　did　well？〃
　　〃Yes；〃　said　Blaise　then；　as　evenly　as　he　could。　〃Yes；　that　is　what　I　suppose　I　wanted。〃
　　For　the　first　time　Galbert　seemed　to　hesitate。　〃You　have　managed　all　right　without　them。〃
　　〃Yes；〃　said　Blaise　again；　taking　a　breath　and　letting　it　out　slowly。　〃I　managed。〃　He　looked　at　his　father。　〃Had　we　leisure　to　discuss　it　I　might　tell　you　something　of　my　own　sense　of　things；　but　I　don't　think　I　want　to。〃　He　paused。　He　felt　very　calm　now。　〃Is　there　more；　father？〃
　　A　silence；　then　slowly　Galbert　shook　his　head。　For　another　moment　they　looked　at　each　other；　then　Blaise　turned　and　went　from　the　ring。　The　soldiers　parted　to　make　way　for　him。　He　saw　that　a　pany　of　archers　in　the　crimson　colours　of　Carenzu　had　e　up　to　join　the　others　now。　Beyond　them　he　saw　his　horse；　with　Hirnan　holding　the　reins。　He　walked　over　and　mounted　up　and　began　riding　away。　He　didn't　look　back。
　　Behind　him　he　heard　Rudel's　voice　asking　a　question；　and　Thierry　responding；　very　clearly；　then　he　heard　an　order　spoken　and　he　heard　the　arrows　sing。
　　
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　　Blaise　was　unaware　for　the　first　part　of　his　ride　that　he　was　following　the　same　path　Bertran　had　taken　leaving　the　field。　Heading　west　towards　the　reddening　disc　of　the　sun；　he　came　to　the　avenue　of　elms　that　led　to　the　arch。　He　stopped　and　looked　back　then　at　the　fires　dotting　the　battlefield。　He　felt　very　strange。　It　came　to　him；　almost　as　an　incidental　fact；　that　he　was　alone　in　the　world　now。
　　It　was　then；　glancing　down；　that　he　saw　the　fresh　tracks　of　a　single　horse　and　realized　that　Bertran　had　e　this　way　before　him。　The　duke　would　be　alone　now；　too；　he　thought；　in　a　different　way　and　yet　the　same。　Ariane　had　said　something　about　that　a　long　time　ago：　Bertran　had　lost；　with　Urté's　death；　the　passion　of　hatred　that　had　ordered　and　shaped　his　life　for　more　than　twenty　years。　Hatred；　Blaise　thought；　could　be　as　powerful　as　love；　though　the　singers　might　try　to　tell　you　otherwise。
　　He　twitched　the　reins　of　his　horse　and　started　forward　again。　He　passed　under　the　dwarfing　curve　of　the　arch；　briefly　chilled；　even　with　his　cloak；　as　he　entered　its　shade；　then　he　came　out　on　the　other　side　again　into　the　fading　light　of　the　sun。　Overhead　another　flock　of　birds　was　flying　south　on　the　wind。　His　father　was　dead。　His　brother　was　dead。　He　was　likely　to　be　crowned　king　of　Gorhaut　very　soon。　Cadar　Ranald　de　Savaric　was　probably　his　son。　He　had　been　struggling　with　that　thought　since　autumn。　It　was　not　a　thing　to　be　told。　He　knew　Rosala　well　enough　to　know　she　never　would。
　　And　that；　predictably；　carried　his　thoughts　to　Aelis　de　Miraval　who　had　died　so　long　ago；　and　for　love　of　whom　two　strong　men　had　twisted　and　ruined　their　lives。　He　rode　on　through　the　silence；　following　the　survivor　of　those　two　men　through　the　bare　winter　vineyards　with　the　autumn　grapes　long　harvested　and　the　first　buds　a　long　way　off。　The　vines　gave　way　to　grass　eventually　and　a　forest　rose　up　before　him　as　he　rode　and　in　time　Blaise　came　to　a　small　charcoal…burner's　cabin　at　the　edge　of　that　wood　and　saw　a　horse　he　knew　tethered　outside。
　　Sitting　in　the　doorway；　where　a　woman　might　sit　at　needle　and　thread　at　day's　ending　to　catch　the　last　of　the　good　light；　was　Bertran　de　Talair。
　　The　duke　looked　up　as　Blaise　dismounted。　His　expression　registered　surprise　but　was　not　unweling。　Blaise　had　not　been　sure　about　that。　He　saw　the　flask　of　seguignac　clasped　in　Bertran's　hands。　Memory　came　with　that；　too；　clear　as　a　temple　bell。　A　stairway　in　Castle　Baude。　The　moons　passing　from　the　narrow　window。　That　flask　passing　back　and　forth　between　the　two　of　them。　Blaise　brooding　upon　Lucianna　Delonghi　in　bitterness；　Bertran　speaking　of　a　woman　dead　more　than　twenty　years　and　not　of　the　one　whose　bed　he　had　just　left。
　　The　duke　saw　him　looking　at　the　flask　and　lifted　it。　〃There's　a　little　left；〃　he　said。
　　〃My　father　is　dead；〃　said　Blaise。　He　hadn't　expected　to　say　that。　〃Thierry's　archers。〃
　　Bertran's　expressive　face　grew　still。　〃There　isn't　enough　seguignac　for　that；　Blaise。　Not　nearly　enough　for　the　needs　of　this　day；　but　sit　down；　sit　with　me。〃
　　Blaise　walked　across　the　grass　and　sat　down　beside　the　duke　in　the　doorway。　He　took　the　offered　flask　and　drank。　The　clean　fire　ran　through　him。　He　drank　again；　feeling　the　warmth；　and　handed　back　the　flask。
　　〃It　is　over？〃　Bertran　asked。
　　Blaise　nodded。　〃They　will　all　have　surrendered　by　now。〃
　　Bertran　looked　at　him；　his　blue　eyes　ringed　by　dark　circles。　〃You　were　trying　to　stop　me　there　at　the　end；　weren't　you。　I　heard　you　calling　my　name。〃
　　Blaise　nodded　again。
　　〃I　don't　think　I　would　have　stopped。　I　don't　think　I　could　have；　if　Thierry　hadn't　blown　the　horns。〃
　　〃I　know。　I　understand。〃
　　〃I'm　not　very　proud　of　that。〃　Bertran　took　another　short　pull　at　the　flask。
　　〃This　isn't　a　time　to　be　judging　yourself。　Women　were　burned。　And　the　two　troubadours　。。。　〃
　　Bertran　closed　his　eyes　and　Blaise　fell　silent。　The　duke　looked　up　again　after　a　moment　and　handed　back　the　flask。　Blaise　cradled　it；　not　drinking。　The　seguignac　was　already　making　him　light…headed。
　　〃I　have　a　question　for　you；〃　said　Bertran　de　Talair。
　　〃Yes？〃
　　〃Do　you　have　any　great　objection　if　I　ask　your　brother's　wife　to　marry　me？　If　Rosala　will　have　me；　I　would　like　to　raise　Cadar　as　my　own；　as　heir　to　Talair。〃
　　A　remarkable　sensation　of　warmth　began　to　spread　through　Blaise；　and　he　knew　it　wasn't　ing　from　the　seguignac　this　time。　He　looked　over　at　Bertran　and　smiled　for　what　was　surely　the　first　time　in　that　long　day。　〃I　have　no　say　at　all　in　what　Rosala　does；　but　nothing　I　can　imagine　would　please　me　more。〃
　　〃Really？　Do　you　think　she　will　accept？〃　Bertran's　tone　was　suddenly　diffident。
　　Blaise　laughed　aloud。　It　was　a　strange　sound　in　that　space　at　the　edge　of　the　woods。　〃You　are　asking　me　for　guidance　on　a　woman's　thoughts？〃
　　For　a　moment　Bertran　was　still；　and　then　he　too　laughed；　more　softly。　After　that　there　was　silence　again　for　a　time。
　　〃My　father；〃　said　Blaise　finally；　needing　to　say　it；　〃my　father　told　me　that　Ademar　was　only　his　tool　for　destroying　Rian　in　Arbonne。　That　his　other　goal　all　these　years　had　been　to　place　me　on　the　throne　of　Gorhaut。〃
　　Bertran　was　still　again；　in　that　manner　he　had　of　careful；　focused　gravity。　〃That　does　not　surprise　me；〃　he　said。
　　Blaise　sighed　and　looked　down　at　the　flask　in　his　hands。　〃I　would　rather　not　accept　it　as　true。〃
　　〃I　can　see　that。　Don't　tell　anyone　else　then。　This　need　only　be　ours。〃
　　〃Which　doesn't　make　it　less　true；　that　he　was　shaping　even　this。〃
　　Bertran　shrugged。　〃Partly；　not　entirely。　He　couldn't　have　guessed　what　would　happen　to　you　in　Arbonne。〃
　　〃He　admitted　that；　actually。〃
　　〃You　see？　Blaise；　we　are　shaped　by　so　many　different　things　it　frightens　me　sometimes。〃　Bertran　hesitated。　〃This　was　the　cabin　where　I　used　to　meet　Aelis。　Where　my　son　was　conceived。〃
　　It　was　Blaise's　turn　to　grow　still。　He　understood；　and　was　deeply　moved　by　the　awareness；　that　Bertran　was　offering　this　to　him　as　a　truth　of　the　heart　in　exchange　for　his　own。
　　〃I'm　sorry；〃　Blaise　said。　〃I　didn't　set　out　to　follow　you；　I　just　saw　your　tracks。　Shall　I　go？〃
　　Bertran　shook　his　head。　〃You　might　give　me　that；　though；　if　you　aren't　drinking。〃　Blaise　handed　over　the　flask。　Bertran　lifted　it；　the　metal　glinting　in　the　light；　and　finished　the　last　of　the　seguignac。　〃I　don't　think；〃　he　said；　〃that　I　can　possibly　deal　with　anything　more　today　than　I　already　have。〃
　　A　moment　later　they　heard　the　sound　of　another　horse　approaching　and　looked　up　to　see　Ariane　riding　alone　towards　them　through　the　winter　grass。
　　She　came　up　to　where　they　were　sitting　together　in　the　doorway　of　the　cabin。　She　did　not　move　to　dismount。　They　could　see　that　she　had　been　weeping　though　she　was　not　doing　so　now。　She　took　a　ragged　breath　and　let　it　slowly　out。
　　〃I　swore　an　oath　to　my　cousin　Aelis　the　night　she　died；〃　she　said　without　greeting；　without　preamble。　Blaise　saw　that　she　was　controlling　herself　only　with　a　great　effort；　he　felt　Bertran　grow　rigid　at　his　side。　〃An　oath　from　which　I　have　been　released　by　Urté's　death　today。〃
　　She　was　looking　at　the　duke；　Blaise　saw；　and　so　he　made　to　rise　and　said　again；　〃I　should　leave。　This　is　not　something　I　have　a　right　to…〃
　　〃No；〃　said　Ariane；　her　voice　bloodless；　her　exquisite　features　nearly　white。　〃This　does　concern　you；　as　it　happens。〃　Even　as　she　was　speaking；　Bertran　laid　a　hand　on　Blaise's　knee　to　keep　him　from　standing。　〃Stay　with　me；〃　said　the　duke。
　　And　so　he　stayed；　he　sat　in　a　charcoal…burner's　cabin　doorway　at　the　cold　end　of　a　day　of　death　with　wind　blowing　past　them；　pushing　Ariane's　black　hair　back　from　her　face；　stirring　the　tall　grass　behind　her；　and　he　heard　her　say；　in　that　voice　from　which　all　resonance　seemed　to　have　bled