cacb.thefarkingdoms-第70节
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or opening； our exit； or the door closing。 Greif set the staff down； and took two hooded cloaks from the small pack he was wearing。 He motioned us to pull them on； then handed us each a scrap of paper。 On mine was scrawled： SAE NUTHING。 FOLOW ME。 WISPER WORDS ALOTHEM； BERENTA； ALOTHEM。 He picked Up the Staff； and； again holding it level； paced away； toward the stairs and the guardroom； muttering his spell。 The windroar began once more。 I saw sweat was rolling down Greif' s face in spite of the dank cold。 We followed him； obeying instructions； whispering the two words of what must have been the spell he'd gotten from the 〃criminal〃 Evocator。 We passed the guardroom。 Half the guards snored； but five or six appeared awake。 They did not see us。 We started up the stairs。 As we approached each of the sealed doors； Greif would touch them with first one； then the other end of his staff； and they would spring open。
We reached the main floor of the castle。 Here there were pacing guards； but none of them saw us。 I realized Janos had stopped and turned。 He was stretching up； reaching to where a pitch…soaked torch flared。 He touched it for a moment； then dropped his hand； as Greif turned and impatiently beckoned。 Then we were outside the sea castle； in the courtyard； where rain roared and smashed against the stone。 I tasted its sweetness and heard the splashing； something I never had expected to taste or hear again。 There was a carriage waiting； with four horses； a coachman； and four outriders beside it。 It looked as if it might belong to a rich man； just the man who might have very private business with the Archons or their priests at this hour。 Greif motioned us inside。 He stopped his spell。
〃Now。 You stay in。 Don't look out。 This'll take us to th' next step。 Then we'll get out of the city。 Start thinkin'； Antero； how quick you can scrape me up m' gold。〃 He slammed the coach door。 The blinds were drawn tight； and it was almost dark inside the carriage。 We could see nothing through the blinds。 The coach swayed on its springs as Greif climbed up on the step； and then we were moving。 I breathed relief。
〃Not yet；〃 Janos said。 〃When we are beyond where their wall once stretched； beyond that and their patrols。〃
I brought myself back to alertness。 〃What were you doing； back there with the torch？〃
〃No bowman carries but one string；〃 Janos said obliquely； 〃I felt I might need some pitch。〃 He held his fingers up； and began whispering；
〃Fire my friend
〃Fire you hear
〃Fire my friend
〃Fire you hear
〃Fire you remember
〃Fire you hear 。。 。〃
There were other words； in a tongue I did not know。 I had no idea what he was preparing； or why。 So I concentrated on the sounds outside； the crash of the wheels against cobbled streets； the shouted challenges from patrols or watchmen； Greif bellowing the password； the crack of the whip； the clatter of hooves。 The carriage swayed as we turned corners。 I tried to figure where we were going； but gave it up； being almost pletely unfamiliar with the streets of Lycanth。 I asked Janos if he could tell； and he waved me to silence； never stopping his whisper。
I heard the crash of opening gates； and the sound of great hinges as the coach passed through； and I could hear the note of the wheels change from cobbles to smooth paving。 The gate boomed closed behind us。 The coach came to a halt。 We sat in dimness and silence； then the door was jerked open； and torchlight blazed。
〃Out！〃 It was a mand。 I slid out； blinking。 We were in a great courtyard； and the carriage was drawn up near one of the courtyard's high walls。 In front of us was Nisou Symeon。 Behind him were twenty heavily armed solders。 We had been betrayed from one trap into another。
〃I wele you； Lord Amalric Antero； to the somewhat unique pleasures of my house。〃
The world shuddered and reeled。 I wanted to shout obscenities； hurl myself at Greif； who stood not far behind Symeon； a twisted smile of mockery on his face； rip at Symeon even though I knew I would be impaled on the soldiers' spears a moment later。 I fought for control； a fight as bitter as any I have waged in my life； and somehow found it； although it might have taken seconds or minutes。
〃Why？〃 I managed。 〃You had us in the dungeon。 Sooner or later； the Evocators or the torturers would have begun。 Or do you have some ground wizard waiting？ I assume you still wish what secrets you imagine we possess。〃
〃Possibly；〃 Symeon said。 〃As to why？ Circumstances may have changed from a short time ago。〃
〃I see。 So you're planning to keep the information you hope to extract from us from your masters？〃
Janos walked toward Symeon； moving as if he were some great bewildered lummox。 〃Why are you going to betray the Archons？〃
He had his hands stretched out； as if in bewilderment。 One of them brushed the edge of Symeon's robe。
〃Get back； you！〃 Symeon snapped； and one of the soldiers dropped his spear until the point was at Janos' chest。 Janos did as ordered。 〃I do not speak to minions；〃 Symeon went on。 〃Especially one who is a traitor to the cause he served。〃
〃Traitor； Nisou Symeon？〃 I asked。 〃From one who is directly betraying the Archons？〃
〃I am loyal；〃 he said； 〃to the master whose oath I have taken！ As I have said； circumstances have changed。 The knowledge I wish from you has bee of secondary import。 Enough。 You are to go inside； and the soldiers will conduct you to your resting place。 It is fully as secure as any of the Archons' dungeons。 I will tell you now； this will be your last sight of the heavens； rain…drenched though they be。 Waste no time on words therefore； but enjoy them。〃
I realized Janos was whispering；
〃Fire my friend
〃Fire you hear
〃Fire you burn
〃Remember your brother
〃Fire my friend
〃Fire you burn！〃
The pitch from the torch 〃remembered；〃 flickered； and Symeon's robes suddenly caught fire。 The flames； built by sorcery as much as by dry cloth； roared up； the rain having little effect Symeon screamed agony。 The soldiers were a shambles of confusion and shouts。
〃Up；〃 Janos shouted； and sprang to the doorway of the coach； stretching up for the roof。 The spearman who'd confronted him； a bit more alert than the others； dashed forward； ready for a thrust； and I kicked his feet from under him and had the spear。 Janos bounced twice on the coachtop； then leaped … fingers catching the edge of the wall…and pulled himself up。 I dashed forward； foot on the wheel； about to spring for the coach roof。 Hands pulled at me。 I lashed backward with the spear butt and heard a scream； louder even than the ones from the living torch that Symeon had bee； and was on the coachtop。 Lighter； smaller； and more gymnastic than Janos； I leaped； and had the walltop under my elbows； and Janos pulled me to my feet。
I had but one moment to look behind me and saw Greif； staggering backward； howling； hands clapped over his eye。 Nisou Symeon was on the ground； soldiers diving to cover him and smother the flames； and then we jumped…chancing the long drop to whatever might lie below。
We landed on cobblestones； recovered； and then we were running； running as hard as ever we had in this life； running into the night； into the rain； and now I praised the gods of Orissa we had torn down Lycanth's great wall。 If we could make it through their streets and past whatever night patrols they had； there was freedom。 Freedom and home。 I knew we would find safety。 After escaping from the clutches of the Archons and Symeon； there could be nothing but good ahead。
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cassini's Revenge
OUR FIRST SIGHT of Orissa； however； made me certain that 〃good；〃 whatever it might be； still lay in the distant future。 Smoke curled from several places inside the city； and the river was ominously deserted。 I could see no sign of activity around the docks。 The city gate we approached confirmed trouble。 The huge ironwood gates were closed； which never happened except in direst emergency。 Above them； on the catwalk； was a full squad of soldiers； dressed not in ceremonial armor but in full fighting gear。
〃Who es？〃
〃Lord Amalric Antero and Captain Janos Greycloak； Orissans。〃
There were surprised exclamations from above； a warrant officer's sharp mand； and then the gates swung open； without anyone acknowledging us。 We entered。 The sally ports were also closed； and for a moment； I felt we'd entered yet another trap。 Then they opened。 The soldiers who'd opened the portals also did no more than e to attention and did not salute either of us as they should have。 We said nothing； but hastened toward the Antero villa。
Once beyond Lycanth's wall； Janos and I had chanced going to the inn where I had left my men and gold。 The keeper told us they'd returned home； sure of their lord's demise； weeks earlier。 Perhaps it was to the good there'd been just the two of us。 We were armed only with the spear I'd grabbed in Symeon's courtyard and an evil…looking brash cutter Janos had cozened from the innkeeper。 We'd traveled cross…country as much as possible； because the roads and hills were alive with patrols。 There were not only patrols in Lycanthian uniform； but cavalry sweeps whose men wore the livery of the Symeon household。 〃So I did not cremate him as I intend
