ggk.asongforarbonne-第115节

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ll　resonance　seemed　to　have　bled　away；　leaving　only　the　flat　assertion　of　the　words：　〃There　is　something　I　can　now　tell　you　about　the　night　Aelis　died。　There　was　a　reason　why　she　came　early　to　her　time；　Bertran。〃　Another　breath；　the　vivid　evidence　of　a　struggle　for　self…control。　Ariane　said；　〃When　Urté　took　your　son　from　her　arms　and　left　the　room　with　the　priestess　following　him；　trying　to　reclaim　the　boy；　I　was　left　alone　in　the　birthing　room　with　Aelis。　And　a　few　moments　later　we　。。。　realized　she　was　carrying　a　second　child。〃　Beside　Blaise；　Bertan　make　a　convulsive　gesture　with　his　hands。　The　flask　fell　on　the　grass。　Bertran　tried　awkwardly　to　stand。　His　strength　seemed　to　have　left　him　though；　he　remained　sitting　in　the　doorway　looking　up　at　the　woman　on　the　horse。
　　Ariane　said；　〃I　delivered　your　daughter　into　the　world；　Bertran。　And　then　。。。　then　Aelis　made　me　swear　an　oath　to　her；　and　we　both　knew　she　was　dying。〃　She　was　weeping　again　now；　tears　bright　as　crystal　on　her　cheeks。
　　〃Tell　me；〃　said　Bertran。　〃Ariane；　tell　me　what　happened。〃
　　She　had　been　weeping　then；　too；　amid　the　terrors　of　that　room。　She　had　been　thirteen　years　old；　and　had　heard　Aelis；　dying；　tell　her　husband　that　the　boy　child　she　was　holding　was　Bertran　de　Talair's。　Ariane　had　cowered　in　a　corner　of　the　room　watching　Urté's　face　grow　blood…dark　with　a　rage　such　as　she　had　never　ever　seen　in　her　life。　She　saw　him　seize　the　baby　from　its　mother's　arms　where　the　priestess　had　gently　laid　it。　Outside　the　walls　of　Miraval　a　winter　storm　had　been　howling；　rain　lashing　the　castle；　thunder　like　an　angry　spirit　overhead。
　　The　duke　and　the　priestess　had　rushed　from　the　room；　where；　Ariane　did　not　know。　She　was　certain　he　was　about　to　kill　the　child；　though。　Aelis　had　been　sure　of　the　same　thing。
　　〃Oh；　my　dear；〃　her　cousin　had　said；　lying　amid　blood　on　her　bed；　〃what　is　it　I　have　done？〃　Ariane；　distraught　with　fear　and　grief；　had　clutched　her　hand；　unable　to　think　of　a　single　thing　to　say。　Wanting　only　to　be　far　away　from　that　room；　from　that　terrible　castle。
　　And　then；　a　moment　later；　Aelis　had　said　something　else；　in　a　different　tone。　〃Oh；　Rian；〃　she　had　said。　And；　〃Cousin；　in　the　goddess's　name；　I　think　there　is　another　child　in　me。〃
　　There　had　been。　A　small　babe；　though　larger　than　the　first　it　seemed　to　Ariane。　And　this　one　was　a　girl；　with　her　mother's　dark　hair　and　long　limbs；　and　a　strong　voice　when　she　raised　her　first　cry　amid　the　storms　of　the　world　she　had　entered。
　　It　was　Ariane　who　took　her　from　Aelis's　womb。　Ariane　who　bit　through　the　cord　and　wrapped　the　infant　in　the　warm　cloths　that　had　been　readied　by　the　fire。　Ariane　who　gave　her；　with　trembling　hands；　to　her　mother。　No　one　else　had　been　in　the　room。　No　one　else　had　heard　that　second　cry。
　　And　Aelis　de　Miraval　de　Barbentain　had　looked　upon　the　dark…haired　daughter　in　her　arms；　knowing　that　her　own　life　was　passing　from　her；　and　had　said　to　her　cousin；　who　was　thirteen　years　old　that　year；　〃I　am　binding　you　to　something　now　as　an　oath　to　me　on　my　deathbed。　You　must　swear　to　do　what　I　ask　of　you。〃
　　Ariane　had　looked　at　the　two　of　them；　mother　and　child；　and　she　had　done　so：　had　sworn　to　take　the　baby　from　that　room　by　the　back　stairway；　wrapped　in　those　swaddling…clothes；　hidden　within　her　own　cloak；　and　to　bear　it　from　Miraval　into　the　wildness　of　that　night　storm。
　　And　she　swore　an　oath　that　night　to　tell　no　living　soul；　not　even　Bertran；　of　the　existence　of　a　second　child　for　so　long　as　Urté　de　Miraval　was　alive。　〃After　Urté　dies；〃　her　cousin　had　said；　〃if　you　are　alive　and　she　is；　I　leave　it　to　you。　Judge　what　she　has　bee；　if　you　know　where　she　is。　I　have　no　gift　of　foreknowledge；　Ariane。　Judge　the　needs　of　the　time。　It　may　even　be　that　this　child；　my　daughter；　will　be　heir　to　Miraval　or　Talair；　to　Arbonne　itself。　I　need　you　to　bee　the　sort　of　woman　who　will　be　able　to　make　that　judgment　one　day。　And　now　kiss　me　cousin；　and　forgive　me　if　you　can；　and　go。〃
　　And　Ariane　had　bent　and　kissed　the　dying　woman　upon　the　mouth　and　had　fled；　alone　down　the　twisting　back　stairway；　wrapped　in　a　dark　cloak　with　a　baby　next　to　her　heart。　And　she　met　no　one　at　all　on　the　stairs　or　in　the　corridor　or　passing　out　of　the　castle　into　the　rain　by　the　postern　gate。　At　the　stables　the　ostlers　were　nowhere　to　be　seen　in　the　storm；　and　so　Ariane　had　taken　her　mare　from　its　stall　herself　and　had　mounted　up　awkwardly　from　astride　a　bale　of　hay；　and　she　had　ridden　bareback　from　the　yard　with　only　her　cloak　and　hood　to　shield　her　and　the　child　from　the　cold　and　the　driving　rain。
　　She　never　forgot　that　ride　for　the　rest　of　her　days　or　nights。　It　would　e　back　to　her　in　dreams；　or　with　any　sudden　crack　of　thunder　or　flash　of　lightning　in　a　storm。　She　would　be　back　in　the　vineyards　of　Miraval　then；　riding　east　towards　the　lake；　the　twisted　shapes　of　vines　showing　around　her　when　lightning　shredded　earth　and　sky。　The　child　had　cried　and　cried　at　the　beginning　but　had　fallen　silent　after　that；　and　Ariane　had　been　terrified　the　baby　was　dead　and　had　been　afraid　to　open　her　cloak　in　the　rain　to　see。　And　she　had　been　weeping　all　through　that　ride。
　　She　never　knew　how　she　managed　to　find　the　hut　by　the　lake　where　they　kept　the　wood　and　kindling　dry　for　signalling　the　isle。　She　remembered　dismounting　there　and　tethering　the　horse　and　hurrying　inside；　to　stand　in　the　doorway；　dripping　wet；　unable　to　stop　crying。　A　vivid　sheet　of　lightning　had　lit　the　whole　of　the　sky　then；　and　for　a　moment　in　its　dazzling　flash　she　had　seen　the　Arch　of　the　Ancients　looming　nearby；　huge　and　black　in　the　night；　and　she　had　screamed　in　fear。　But　then；　as　if　in　answer　to　her　own　cry；　she　had　felt；　oh；　she　had　felt　a　stirring　of　the　child　next　to　her　heart；　and　had　heard　her　begin　to　wail　again；　a　precarious；　determined　assertion　of　presence　amid　the　terrors　of　the　world。
　　Ariane　had　held　her　close；　rocking　back　and　forth；　crooning　wordlessly；　watching　as　lightning　flashed　again　and　again　and　finally　moved　on；　as　the　peals　of　thunder　gradually　grew　fainter　to　the　south；　as；　after　what　seemed　a　span　of　time　without　measure　or　end；　the　blue　moon　named　for　Rian　showed　briefly　once　and　then　appeared　again　through　the　swift　racing　of　the　clouds；　and　the　rain　stopped。
　　She　had　laid　the　baby　down　then；　wrapping　it　as　best　she　could　on　the　blessedly　dry　floor　of　the　cabin；　and　she　took　wood　and　kindling　and　flint　for　flame　and　lit　a　flare　on　the　mound　outside　to　summon　the　priestesses　to　e；　and　they　came。
　　She　saw　a　white　sail　running　up　on　the　near　shore　of　the　isle　and　watched　as　one　small　boat　slipped　across　the　now　calm　waters　of　the　lake　towards　her；　ineffably　beautiful　and　strange　in　the　blue　moonlight；　something　graceful　and　delicate　in　a　world　from　which　those　things　had　seemed　to　her　forever　gone。
　　Her　robe　was　soaked　and　stained　and　torn。　In　the　night　they　would　not　know　it　for　a　garment　of　wealth　or　privilege。　She　kept　her　hood　up　about　her　face。　When　the　boat　had　almost　reached　the　shore　she　unwrapped　the　baby；　grieving；　from　the　rich　clothes　of　the　castle　and　brought　it　out　to　them　in　a　scrap　of　rag　she　found　in　the　cabin。
　　Then　she　gave　Aelis's　child　to　the　priestess　who　stood；　tall　and　grave　beside　the　prow　of　the　boat　on　the　strand。　She　made　her　voice　quiver　and　stammer　with　accents　of　the　farmyard　and　told　them　it　was　her　own　child　and　her　father　would　not　let　her　keep　her　and；　oh；　would　the　good　servants　of　sweet　Rian　shelter　and　guard　her　baby　all　her　days？　She　had　been　crying　then；　too；　Ariane　remembered。
　　It　was　not　a　rare　thing；　her　request。　It　was　one　of　the　ways　Rian's　Isle　and　the　goddess's　Island　in　the　sea　received　their　necessary　plement　of　servants　and　priests　and　priestesses　through　the　turning　of　seasons　and　years。　The　two　women　asked　no　questions　other　than　of　her　own　health。　She　had　reached　out；　Ariane　remembered；　and　had　taken　the　child　in　her　thin；　tired　arms　for　a　last　time　and　had　kissed　her　farewell　full　upon　the　mouth；　as　she　had　the　mother。　She　told　the　two　priestesses　she　would　be　all　right。
　　She　had　told　herself　the　same　thing　as　she　watched　the　boat　going　back　across　the　stilled　waters　of　the　lake　under　the　one　moon　and　the　thin；　high；　drifting　clouds　and　the　emerging　glitter　of　the　stars；　carrying　Aelis's　daughter　and　Bertran's。
　　Aelis　had　said　nothing　to　her　about　a　name。　Ariane；　on　that　stony　shore；　had　looked　up　at　the　blue　crescent　of　the　moon　and　had　told　the　priestesses　that　the　child　was　to　be　named；　if　they　found　her　worthy；　for　that　moon　and　so　for　the　goddess。
　　〃She　lived；〃　Ariane　de　Carenzu　said；　twenty…three　years　after；　astride　another　horse　before　the　cabin　where　that　child　and　her　dead　brother　had　been　conceived。　The　tears　had　dried　on　her　cheeks　during　the　telling　of　the　tale。　〃I　have　kept　watch　over　her　all　these　years；　whenever　I　could；　as　best　I　could。　She　remained　on　the　isle；　of　course；　they　usually　do。　She　is　beautiful　and　clever　and　brave；　Bertran。　She　looks　very　like　her　mother；　I　think。　Her　name　is　Rinette。　She　was　to　bee　High　Priestess　of　Rian's　Isle　one　day　soon。〃
　　〃Was？〃　Bertran's　voice　was　so　low；　the　one　word　was　almost　inaudible。　His　hands　were　clasped　together　before　him。　They　had　been　through　the　len