rj.thegreathunt-第46节
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that we are riding across。〃
〃I've seen an old map；〃 Rand replied in a tight voice。 〃I know about the nations that aren't there anymore。 Maredo； and Goaban； and Carralain。 But there wasn't any Hardan on it。〃
〃There were once others that are gone now； too；〃 Loial said。 〃Mar Haddon； which is now Haddon Mirk； and Almoth。 Kintara。 The War of the Hundred Years cut Artur Hawkwing's empire into many nations； large and small。 The small were gobbled up by the large； or else united； like Altara and Murandy。 Forced together would be a better word than united； I suppose。〃
〃So what happened to them？〃 Mat demanded。 Rand had not noticed Perrin and Mat ride up to join them。 They had been at the rear； as far from Rand al'Thor as they could get； the last he had seen。
〃They could not hold together；〃 the Ogier replied。 〃Crops failed； or trade failed。 People failed。 Something failed in each case； and the nation dwindled。 Often neighboring countries absorbed the land； when the nations were gone； but they never lasted； those annexations。 In time； the land truly was abandoned。 Some villages hang on here and there； but mostly they have all gone to wilderness。 It is nearly three hundred years since Harad Dakar was finally abandoned； but even before that it was a shell； with a king who could not control what happened inside the city walls。 Harad Dakar itself is pletely gone now； I understand。 All the towns and cities of Hardan are gone； the stone carted away by farmers and villagers for their own use。 Most of the farms and villages made with it are gone； too。 So I read； and I've seen nothing to change it。〃
〃It was quite a quarry； Harad Dakar； for almost a hundred years；〃 Ingtar said bitterly。 〃The people left； finally； and then the city was hauled away； stone by stone。 All faded away； and what has not gone is fading。 Everything； everywhere； fading。 There is hardly a nation that truly controls the land it claims on a map； and there is hardly a land that claims today on a map what it did even a hundred years ago。 When the War of the Hundred Years ended； a man rode from one nation into another without end from the Blight to the Sea of Storms。 Now we can ride through wilderness claimed by no nation for almost the whole of the land。 We in the Borderlands have our battle with the Blight to keep us strong； and whole。 Perhaps they did not have what they needed to keep them strong。 You say they failed； Builder？ Yes； they failed； and what nation standing whole today will fail tomorrow？ We are being swept away； humankind。 Swept away like flotsam on a flood。 How long until there is nothing left but the Borderlands？ How long before we； too； go under； and there is nothing left but Trollocs and Myrddraal all the way to the Sea of Storms？〃
There was a shocked silence。 Not even Mat broke it。 Ingtar rode lost in his own dark thoughts。
After a time the scouts came galloping back； straight in the saddles； lances erect against the sky。 〃A village ahead； my Lord。 We were not seen； but it lies directly in our line of march。〃
Ingtar shook himself out of his brown study； but did not speak until they had reached the crest of a low ridge looking down on the village； and then it was only to mand a halt while he dug a looking glass from his saddlebags and raised it to peer at the village。
Rand studied the village with interest。 It was as big as Emond's Field； though that was not very big pared to some of the towns he had seen since leaving the Two Rivers； much less the cities。 The houses were all low and plastered with white clay； and they appeared to have grass growing on sloping roofs。 A dozen windmills； scattered through the village； turned lazily； their long； cloth…covered arms flashing white in the sun。 A low wall encircled the village； grassy dirt and chest high； and outside that was a wide ditch with sharpened stakes thick in the bottom。 There was no gate in the one opening he could see in the wall； but he supposed it could be blocked easily enough with a cart or wagon。 He could not see any people。
〃Not even a dog in sight；〃 Ingtar said； returning the looking glass to his saddlebags。 〃Are you sure they did not see you？〃 he asked the scouts。
〃Not unless they have the Dark One's own luck； my Lord；〃 one of the men replied。 〃We never crested the rise。 We didn't see anyone moving then either； my Lord。〃
Ingtar nodded。 〃The trail； Hurin？〃
Hurin drew a deep breath。 〃Toward the village； my Lord。 Straight to it； as near as I can tell from here。〃
〃Watch sharp；〃 Ingtar manded； gathering his reins。 〃And do not believe that they're friendly just because they smile。 If there is anyone there。〃 He led them down toward the village at a slow walk； and reached up to loosen his sword in its scabbard。
Rand heard the sounds of others behind him doing the same。 After a moment； he eased his； too。 Trying to stay alive was not the same as trying to be a hero； he decided。
〃You think these people would help Darkfriends？〃 Perrin asked Ingtar。 The Shienaran was slow in answering。
〃They have no great love for Shienarans；〃 he said finally。 〃They think we should protect them。 Us； or the Cairhienin。 Cairhien did claim this land； once the last King of Hardan died。 All the way to the Erinin； they claimed it。 They could not hold it； though。 They gave up the claim nearly a hundred years ago。 The few people who still live here don't have to worry about Trollocs this far south； but there are plenty of human brigands。 That's why they have the wall； and the ditch。 All their villages do。 Their fields will be hidden in hollows around here； but no one will live outside the wall。 They would swear fealty to any king who would give them his protection； but we have all we can do against the Trollocs。 They do not love us for it； though。〃 As they reached the opening in the low wall； he added again； 〃Watch sharp！〃
All the streets led toward a village square； but there was no one in the streets； no one peering from a window。 Not even a dog moved； not so much as a chicken。 Nothing living。 Open doors swung； creaking in the wired； counterpoint to the rhythmic squeak of the windmills。 The horses' hooves sounded loud on the packed dirt of the street。
〃Like at the ferry；〃 Hurin muttered； 〃but different。〃 He rode hunched in his saddle； head down as if he were trying to hide behind his own shoulders。 〃Violence done； but 。。。 I don't know。 It was bad here。 It smells bad。〃
〃Uno；〃 Ingtar said； 〃take one file and search the houses。 If you find anyone； bring them to me in the square。 Do not frighten them this time； though。 I want answers； not people running for their lives。〃 He led the other soldiers toward the center of the village as Uno got his ten dismounted。
Rand hesitated； looking around。 The creaking doors； the squealing windmills； the horses' hooves； all made too much noise； as if there were not another sound in the world。 He scanned the houses。 The curtains in an open window beat against the outside of the house。 They all seemed lifeless。 With a sigh he got down and walked to the nearest house； then stopped； staring at the door。
It's just a door。 What are you afraid of？ He wished he did not feel as if there was something waiting on the other side。 He pushed it open。
Inside was a tidy room。 Or had been。 The table was set for a meal； ladder…back chairs gathered around； some plates already served。 A few flies buzzed above bowls of turnips and peas； and more crawled on a cold roast sitting in its own congealed grease。 There was a slice half carved from the roast； the fork still standing stuck in the meat and the carving knife lying partway in the platter as if dropped。 Rand stepped inside。
Blink。
A smiling； bald…headed man in rough clothes laid a slice of meat on a plate held by a woman with a worn face。 She was smiling； too； though。 She added peas and turnips to the plate and passed it to one of the children lining the table。 There were half a dozen children； boys and girls； from nearly grown down to barely tall enough to look over the table。 The woman said something； and the girl taking the plate from her laughed。 The man started to cut another slice。
Suddenly another girl screamed； pointing at the door to the street。 The man dropped the carving knife and whirled； then he screamed； too； face tight with horror； and snatched up a child。 The woman grabbed another； and motioned desperately to the others； her mouth working frantically； silently。 They all scrabbled toward a door in the back of the room。
That door burst open； and …
Blink。
Rand could not move。 The flies buzzing over the table sounded louder。 His breath made a cloud in front of his mouth。
Blink。
A smiling； bald…headed man in rough clothes laid a slice of meat on a plate held by a woman with a worn face。 She was smiling； too； though。 She added peas and turnips to the plate and passed it to one of the children lining the table。 There were half a dozen children； boys and girls； from nearly grown down to barely tall enough to look over the table。 The woman said something； and the girl taking the plate from her laughed。 The man started to cut another
