mck.harpistinthewind-第22节
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as a faint tension in her voice and in her calm eyes。 Morgon looked at the man silently。 He was young but battle…hardened and very tired。 He bent his head courteously to Morgon； oblivious of his suspicions。
〃Lord； Heureu Ymris sent us out one day before。。。 the day before he lost Wind Plain； apparently。 We just heard the news from the Morgol's land…heir。〃
〃Was your father at Wind Plain？〃 Morgon asked suddenly。 〃I remember him。〃
Teril Umber nodded wearily。 〃Yes。 I have no idea if he survived or not。〃 Then beneath the drag of his dusty mail； his shoulders straightened。 〃Well； the king was concerned about the defenselessness of the traders here； he sailed on trade…ships once himself。 And of course； he wanted to put as many men as he could spare at your disposal。 There are a hundred and fifty of us； to aid the Morgol's guard in defending the city； if there's need。〃
Morgon nodded。 The lean； sweating face with its unfortable fringe of beard seemed beyond suspicion。 He said； 〃I hope there's no need。 It was generous of the king to spare you。〃
〃Yes。 He did exactly that； sending us out of Wind Plain。〃
〃I'm sorry about your father。 He was kind to me。〃
〃He talked about you。。。〃 He shook his head； running his fingers through his flaming hair。 〃He's e out of worse；〃 he said without hope。 〃Well； I'd better talk to Lyra； get men situated before nightfall。〃
Morgon looked at Goh。 The relief in her face told him how worried she had been。 He said softly； 〃Please tell Lyra I'm nearly finished with the wall。〃
〃Yes； Lord。〃
'Thank you。〃
She gave him a brief； shy nod； smiling suddenly。 〃Yes； Lord。〃
As his work around the wall progressed and the day burned toward a fiery end； he began to feel enclosed by power。 The wizard working with him silently on the other side of the wall strengthened stones before he touched them； sealed broken places with grey； grainy illusions； balanced cracked walls against a weight of power。 The walls lost their look of having grown battered by sunlight and hunched under winter winds。 They stood firm again； patched； buttressed； rolling without a break around the city； challenging entrance。
Morgon wove a force from stone to stone to seal one last crack in some ancient mortar； then leaned against the wall wearily； his face in his arms。 He could smell the twilight riding over the fields。 The stillness of the last moments of the sunset； the peaceful； sleepy bird songs made him think for a moment of Hed。 A distant crow call kept him from falling asleep against the wall。 He roused himself and stepped into one of the two front gates he had left open。 A man stood in the archway at the other end； with a crow on his shoulder。
He was a tall old man； with short grey hair and a battered； craggy face。 He was talking in crow…language to the crow； Morgon understood some of it。 As the crow answered； a hard fist of worry around Morgon's heart eased until his heart seemed to rest on some warm place； on the hand of the ancient wizard； perhaps； scarred as it was with vesta…horns。 He went towards them quietly； his mind lulled by the sense of the wizard's great power； and by his kindness to Raederle。
But before he reached them； he saw the wizard break off mid…sentence and toss the crow into the air。 He cried something at it that Morgon did not understand。 Then he vanished。 Morgon； his breathing dry； quick； saw the twilight moving down Trader's Road； surely； soundlessly； a wave of horsemen the color of the evening sky。 Before he could move； a light the color of molten gold lit the archway around him。 The wall lurched； stones； murmuring； undulating； shrugged off a blast of power into the street that exploded the cobblestones and slammed Morgon to his knees。 He pulled himself up and turned。 The heart of the city was in flames。
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THE YMRIS WARRIORS WERE ALREADY struggling to close the main gates as he slipped back into the city。 The hinges groaned； flaking rust as the slabs of oak shuddered； rising out of the ruts they had rested in for centuries。 Morgon slapped them shut with a thought that nearly cost him his life。 A mind； familiar； deadly； groped at the flash of power； gripped him across the distance。 The dark air in front of him tore apart with a blue…white seam； so quick and strangely beautiful that he could only stand and watch it Then his bones seemed to fly piecemeal in all directions； while his brain burned like a star。 He felt stone behind him； dimly； and let his mind flow into it； grow blank； motionless。 The power slid away。 He gathered his bones back out of the night and realized vaguely that he was still alive。 One of the warriors； his face bleeding； pulled him off the ground。 The other man was dead。
〃Lord。。。〃
〃I'm all right。〃 He flung his thoughts out of the fraction of time he stood in。 When the next flare of energy raked across the night； he stepped away from it； into another moment near the burning school。 People were running down the streets toward the main gates： guards； armed Ymris warriors； traders； merchants； and fishermen carrying their swords with a fierce； clumsy determination。 Children stood at the edge of the school grounds； transfixed in the play of light； their faces turning red； gold； purple。 Then the wall of a house behind them shattered； swept an arc of fiery stones toward them。 They scattered； screaming。
Morgon gathered a memory of the fabric of energy out of his thoughts； fed it with a power he had never tapped before。 He let it build through him； eating at all his thoughts and inner movements until it spat away from him； humming a high； dangerous language。 It crackled luminously toward the source of power within the walls； disappeared within them； but it did not detonate。 It reappeared before it struck； shooting back at Morgon with the same deadly intensity。 He stared at it incredulously for a split second； then opened his mind to absorb it back。 It imploded into darkness within him。 It was followed； before he could even blink； by a blast of light and fire that jarred to the ground floor of his defenseless mind。 It flung him flat on the cobblestones； blinded； gasping for air； while another surge of energy pounded into him。 He let his awareness flow away from it； down into the cracks between the stones； into the dark； silent earth beneath them。 A fragment of stone blasted to pieces near him； split his cheek； but he did not feel it。 His body anchored to earth； he began to draw out of the mute； eyeless living things in it a silence that would shelter him。 From moles and earthworms and tiny snakes； from the pale roots of grass； he wove a stillness into his mind。 When he rose finally； the world seemed dark around him； flecked by minute； soundless flashes of light。 He moved with an earthworm's blind instinct into darkness。
The mind…disguise took him safely across the grounds into the school。 Fire had kindled the ancient power still locked within the stones； cold； brilliant flames swarmed across the broken walls； eating at the energy in the heart of them。 Morgon； his mind still tapping the slow； languageless world beneath his feet； did not feel the dangerous wash of fire around him。 A wall crumbled as he passed it； the stones scattered like coals across his shadow。 He felt only a distant perturbation in the earth； as if it had shifted slightly in some point deep in its core。 Then an odd； gentle touch in his mind brought his thoughts out of the earth to follow it curiously。 He broke his own binding； stood blinking in the tumult of sound and fire。 The unexpected touch turned imperative； and he realized that the room he had walked into was sliding into itself。 He had no time to move； he shaped his mind to the fiery stones thundering toward bun； became part of their bulky flow； broke with them and crashed into a filming stillness。 He dragged his shape out of them after a moment； pieced his thoughts back together。 He saw Nun； then； elusive in the shimmering air； watching him。 She said nothing； vanishing almost as he saw her； the fiery bowl of her pipe lingering a moment alone in the air。
The battle raging in the heart of the school was rocking the ground。 He picked his way carefully toward it。 From the flare of light through the jagged； beautiful windows； he knew that it was centered where it had begun： in the great circular hall that still echoed the cry of the Founder's name。 He sensed suddenly； from the ease with which power was deflected away from the hall； that the battle was one…sided as yet。 The Founder was toying with the wizards； using their lives as bait to lure Morgon to him。 The next moment gave Morgon proof of that。 He felt the Founder's mind sweep across the flames like a black beacon； searching。 He touched Morgon's mind briefly： a familiar sense of dangerous； immense power yawned before him。 But he did not try to hold Morgon。 His mind withdrew； and Morgon heard a scream that made his blood run cold。 Aloil was being wrestled out of air into shape not far from him。 He fought the dark pull over his mind with a desperate； furious intensity； but he could not free himself。 His shape changed again； slowly。 Great wind…twisted
