mck.harpistinthewind-第14节
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〃You drag me out of my dreams with your harping； and I e and crouch like a dog in your stillness。 I wish I knew whether to trust you or kill you or run from you because you play a game more skillful and deadly than any riddler I have ever known。 Do you need food？ We can spare some。〃
It was a long time before Deth answered him； the answer itself was nearly inaudible。 〃No。〃
〃All right。〃 He lingered； both hands clenched； still hoping in spite of himself for one cracked； marrow…less bone of truth。 He turned finally； abruptly； smoke from the charred embers burning in his eyes。 He walked three steps in the dark； and the fourth into a blue fire that snapped out of nothingness around him； grew brighter and brighter； twisting through him until he cried out； falling into light。
He woke at dawn； sprawled on the ground where he had fallen； his face gritty with dirt and broken leaves。 Someone slid a foot under his shoulder； rolled him on his back。 He saw the harpist again； still sitting beneath the tree； with a circle of ash in front of him。 Then he saw who reached down to grip the throat of his tunic and pull him to his feet。
He drew breath to shout； in agony and fury； Ghisteslwchlohm's hand cut sharply across his mouth； silencing him。 He saw the harpist's eyes then； night…dark； still as the black； motionless water at the bottom of Erlenstar Mountain； and something in them challenged him； checked the bitterness in his throat。 The harpist rose with a stiff； awkward movement that told Morgon he had been sitting there all night。 He laid his harp with a curious deliberateness across the ashes of their fire。 Then he turned his head； and Morgon followed his gaze to where Raederle stood； white and silent in the eye of the rising sun。
A silent； despairing cry swelled and broke in Morgon's chest。 She heard it； she stared back at him with the same despair。 She looked dishevelled and very tired； but unharmed。
Ghisteslwchlohm said brusquely； 〃If you touch my mind； I will kill her。 Do you understand？〃 He shook Morgon roughly； pulling his gaze away from her。 〃Do you understand？〃
〃Yes；〃 Morgon said。 He attacked the Founder promptly with his hands。 A white fire slapped back at him； seared through his bones； and he slid across the ground； blinking away sweat； gripping at stones and twigs to keep sounds from breaking out of him。 Raederle had moved； he felt her arm around him； helping him to his feet
He shook bis head； trying to push her out of the way of the wizard's fire； but she only held him more tightly； and said； 〃Stop it。〃
〃Sound advice；〃 the Founder said。 〃Take it。〃 He looked weary in the sudden； hot light。 Morgon saw hollows and sharp angles worn into the mask of serenity he had assumed for centuries。 He was poorly dressed； in a rough； shapeless robe that gave his age an illusion of frailty。 It was very dusty； as if he had been walking down Trader's Road himself。
Morgon； fighting to get words beyond the fury and pain in him； said； 〃Couldn't you hear your harpist's harping； that you had to guess where I was along this road？〃
〃You left a trail across the realm for a blind man to follow。 I suspected you would go to Hed； and I even tracked you there； but。。。〃 His uplifted hand checked Morgon's sudden movement。 〃You had e and gone。 I have no war with farmers and cows； I disturbed nothing while I was there。〃 He regarded Morgon silently a moment。 〃You took the wraiths of An to Hed。 How？〃
〃How do you think？ You taught me something of land…law。〃
〃Not that much。〃 Morgon felt his mind suddenly； probing for the knowledge。 The touch blinded him； brought back memories of terror and helplessness。 He was helpless again； with Raederle beside him； and tears of despair and rage gripped at his throat The wizard； exploring the mind…link he had formed at Anuin with the dead； grunted softly and loosed him。 The morning light drenched the ground again； he saw the harpist's shadow lying across the charred leaves。 He stared at it； its stillness dragged at him； wore even his bewilderment into numbness。 Then Ghisteslwchlohm's words jarred in his mind and he lifted his eyes。
〃What do you mean？ Everything I know I learned from you。〃
The wizard gazed at him conjecturingly； as if he were a riddle on some dusty parchment。 He did not answer； he said abruptly to Raederle； 〃Can you change shape？〃
She eased a step closer to Morgon； shaking her head。 〃No。〃
〃Half the kings in the history of An have taken the crow…shape at one time or another； and I learned from Deth that you have inherited a shape…changer's power。 You'll learn fast。〃
The blood pushed up into her white face； but she did not look at the harpist。 〃I will not change shape；〃 she said softly； and added with so little change of inflection it surprised both Morgon and the wizard； 〃I curse you； in my name and Madir's； with eyes small and fiery； to look no higher than a man's knee； and no lower than the mud beneath。。。〃 The wizard put his hand on her mouth and she stopped speaking。 He blinked； as if his sight had blurred for a moment。 His hand slid down her throat； and something began to tighten in Morgon to a fine； dangerous precision； like a harp string about to snap。
But the wizard said only； drily； 〃Spare me the next ninety…eight curses。〃 He lifted his hand； and she cleared her throat。 Morgon could feel her trembling。
She said again； 〃I am not going to change shape。 I will die； first。 I swear that； by my。。。〃 The wizard checked her again。
He contemplated her with mild interest； then said over his shoulder to Deth； 〃Take her across the back…lands with you to Erlenstar Mountain。 I don't have time for this。 I will bind her mind； she won't attempt to escape。 The Star…Bearer will e with me to Lungold and then to Erlenstar Mountain。〃 He seemed to sense something in the stiff； black shadow across the bracken； he turned his head。 〃I'll find men to hunt for you and guard her。〃
〃No。〃
The wizard swung around to one side of Morgon so that Morgon could not move without his knowledge。 His brows were drawn； he held the harpist's eyes until Deth spoke again。
〃I owe her。 In Anuin； she would have let me walk away free before Morgon ever came。 She protected me； unwittingly； from him with a small army of wraiths。 I am no longer in your service； and you owe me for six hundred years of it。 Let her go；〃
〃I need her。〃
〃You could take any one of the Lungold wizards and still hold Morgon powerless。〃
〃The Lungold wizards are unpredictable and too powerful。 Also； they are too apt to die for odd impulses。 Suth proved that。 I do owe you； if for nothing but your broken harping that brought the Star…Bearer to kneel at your feet。 But ask something else of me。〃
〃I want nothing else。 Except a harp strung with wind； perhaps； for a man with no hands to play it。〃
Ghisteslwchlohm was silent。 Morgon； the faint overtones of some riddle echoing through his memory； lifted his head slowly and looked at the harpist。 His voice sounded dispassionate as always； but there was a hardness in his eyes Morgon had never seen before。 Ghisteslwchlohm seemed to listen a moment to an ambiguity： some voice he did not quite catch beneath the voice of the morning wind。
He said finally； almost curiously； 〃So。 Even your patience has its limits。 I can heal your hands。〃
〃No。〃
〃Deth； you are being unreasonable。 You know as well as I do what the stakes are in this game。 Morgon is stumbling like a blind man into his power。 I want him in Erlenstar Mountain； and I don't want to fight him to get him there。〃
〃I'm not going back to Erlenstar Mountain；〃 Morgon said involuntarily。 The wizard ignored him； his eyes； intent； narrowed a little on Deth's face。
Deth said softly； 〃I am old and crippled and very tired。 You left me little more than my life in Hel。 Do you know what I did then？ I walked my horse to Caithnard and found a trader who didn't spit when I spoke to him。 I traded my horse to him for the last harp I will ever possess。 And I tried to play it。〃
〃I said I will。。。〃
〃There is not a court open to me in this realm to play in； even if you healed my hands。〃
〃You accepted that risk six centuries ago；〃 Ghisteslwchlohm said。 His voice had thinned。 〃You could have chosen a lesser court than mine to harp in； some innocent； powerless place whose innocence will not survive this final struggle。 You know that。 You are too wise for recriminations； and you never had any lost innocence to regret。 You can stay here and starve； or take Raederie of An to Erlenstar Mountain and help me finish this game。 Then you can take what reward you want for your services； anywhere in this realm。〃 He paused； then added roughly； 〃Or are you bound； in some hidden place I cannot reach； to the Star…Bearer？〃
〃I owe nothing to the Star…Bearer。〃
'That is not what I asked you。〃
〃You asked me that question before。 In Hel。 Do you want another answer？〃 He checked； as if the sudden anger in his voice were unfamiliar even to himself； and he continued more quietly； 〃The Star…Bearer is the pivot point of a game。 I did not
