rh.theassassinsapprentice-第52节
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d small chance。 A few paltry victories they may have won； ing upon us unprepared； but the forces I have created to oppose them will prevail！〃
His pale eyes burned and he lifted his hands to the heavens as he spoke。 He held a long silence； staring upward； his arms stretched out above his head； as if he clawed down power from the sky itself。 Then he let his arms slowly fall。
〃This I know；〃 he went on in a calmer voice。 〃This I know。 The forces I have created will prevail。 But our king； may all gods honor and bless him； doubts me。 And as he is my king； I bow to his will。 He requires that I seek amongst you of lesser blood； to see if there are any with the talent and will； the purity of purpose and sternness of soul； to be trained in the Skill。 This I will do； for my king has manded。 Legends say in days of old there were many trained in the Skill； who worked alongside their kings to avert dangers from the land。 Perhaps it was truly so； perhaps the old legends exaggerate。 In any case； my king has manded me to attempt to create such a surplus of Skilled ones； and so I will try。〃
He totally ignored the five or so women of our group。 Not once did his eyes turn toward them。 The exclusion was so obvious I wondered how they had offended him。 I knew Serene slightly； for she also had been an apt pupil of Fedwren。 I could almost feel the warmth of her displeasure。 In the row beside me； one of the boys shifted。 In a flash Galen had leaped in front of him。
〃Bored； are we？ Restless with an old man's talk？〃
〃Just a cramp in my calf； sir；〃 the boy rejoined； foolishly。
Galen slapped him； a backhand that rocked the boy's head。 〃Be quiet； and stand still。 Or leave。 It's all one to me。 It's already obvious that you lack the stamina to achieve the Skill。 But the King has found you worthy to be here； and so I will attempt to teach you。〃
I trembled inside。 For when Galen spoke to the boy； it was me he stared at。 As if the boy's movement had been my fault； somehow。 A strong distaste for Galen flooded through me。 I had taken blows from Hod in the course of my instruction in staves and swords； and endured disfort even from Chade as he demonstrated touch spots and strangling techniques； and ways to silence a man without disabling him。 I'd had my share of cuffs； boots； and swats from Burrich； some justified； some the vented frustration of a busy man。 But I'd never seen a man strike a boy with such apparent relish as Galen had。 I strove to keep my face impassive； and to look at him without appearing to stare。 For I knew if I glanced away； I'd be accused of not paying attention。
Satisfied； Galen nodded to himself； and then resumed his lecture。 To master the Skill； he must first teach us to master ourselves。 Physical deprivation was his key。 Tomorrow we were to arrive before the sun was over the horizon。 We were not to wear shoes； socks； cloaks； nor any woolen garment。 Heads were to be uncovered。 The body must be scrupulously clean。 He exhorted us to imitate him in his eating and living habits。 We would avoid meat； sweet fruit； seasoned dishes； milk； and 〃frivolous foods。〃 He advocated porridges and cold water； plain breads and stewed root vegetables。 We would avoid all unnecessary conversation； especially with those of the other sex。 He counseled us long against any sort of 〃sensual〃 longings； in which he included desiring food； sleep； or warmth。 And he advised us that he had arranged for a separate table to be set for us in the hall； where we might eat appropriate food and not be distracted by idle talk。 Or questions。 The last phrase he added almost like a threat。
He then put us through a series of exercises。 Close the eyes and roll your eyeballs up as far as they would go。 Strive to roll them all the way around to look into the back of one's own skull。 Feel the pressure this created。 Imagine what you might see if you could roll your eyes that far。 Was what you saw worthy and correct？ Eyes still closed； stand on one leg。 Strive to remain perfectly still。 Find a balance； not just of body； but of spirit。 Drive from the mind all unworthy thoughts； and you could remain like this indefinitely。
As we stood； eyes always closed； going through these various exercises； he moved among us。 I could track him by the sound of the riding crop。 〃Concentrate！〃 he would mand us； or 〃Try； at least try！〃 I myself felt the crop at least four times that day。 It was a trifling thing； little more than a tap； but it was unnerving to be touched with a lash； even without pain。 Then the last time it fell； it was high on my shoulder； and the lash of it coiled against my bare neck while the tip caught me on the chin。 I winced； but managed to keep my eyes closed and my precarious balance on one aching knee。 As he walked away I felt a slow drip of warm blood form on my chin。
He kept us all day； releasing us when the sun was a half copper on the horizon and the winds of night were rising。 Not once had he excused us for food； water； or any other necessity。 He watched us file past him； a grim smile on his face； and only when we were through the door did we feel free to stagger and flee down the staircase。
I was famished； my hands swollen red with the chill； and my mouth so dry I couldn't have spoken if I had wished to。 The others seemed much the same； though some had suffered more acutely than I。 I at least was used to long hours； many of them outdoors。 Merry； a year or so older than I； was accustomed to helping Mistress Hasty with the weaving。 Her round face was more white than red with the cold； and I heard her whisper something to Serene； who took her hand as we went down the stairs。 〃It wouldn't have been so bad； if he had paid any attention to us at all；〃 Serene whispered back。 And then I had the unpleasant experience of seeing them both glance back fearfully； to see if Galen had seen them speak to one another。
Dinner that night was the most cheerless meal I had ever endured at Buckkeep。 There was a cold porridge of boiled grain； bread； water； and boiled； mashed turnips。 Galen； not eating； presided over our meal。 There was no conversation； I don't think we even looked at one another。 I ate my allotted portions and left the table almost as hungry as I had arrived。
Halfway up the stairs I remembered Smithy。 I returned。 to the kitchen to get the bones and scraps Cook saved for me； and a pitcher of water to refill his dish。 They seemed an awful weight as I climbed the stairs。 It struck me as strange that a day of relative inactivity out in the cold had wearied me as much as a day of strenuous work。
Once I was inside my room； Smithy's warm greeting and eager consumption of the meat was like a healing balm。 As soon as he had finished eating； we snuggled into bed。 He wanted to bite and tussle； but soon gave up on me。 I let sleep claim me。
And woke with a jolt to darkness； fearing that I had slept too long。 A glance at the sky told me I could beat the sun to the rooftop； but just barely。 No time to wash myself or eat or clean up after Smithy； and it was just as well Galen had forbidden shoes and socks； for I had no time to put mine on。 I was too tired even to feel a fool as I raced through the keep and up the stairs of the tower。 I could see others hurrying before me by wavering torchlight； and when I emerged from the stairwell； Galen's quirt fell on my back。
It bit unexpectedly sharp through my thin shirt。 I cried out in surprise as much as pain。 〃Stand like a man and master yourself； bastard；〃 Galen told me harshly； and the quirt fell again。 Everyone else had resumed their places of the day before。 They looked as weary as I； and most； too； looked as shocked as I felt by Galen's treatment of me。 To this day I don't know why； but I went silently to my place and stood there facing Galen。
〃Whoever es last is late； and will be treated so；〃 he warned us。 It struck me as a cruel rule； for the only way to avoid his quirt tomorrow was to arrive early enough to see it fall on one of my fellows。
There followed another day of disfort and random abuse。 So I see it now。 So I think I knew it then； in my heart of hearts。 But ever he spoke of proving us worthy； of making us tough and strong。 He made it an honor to be standing out in the cold； bare feet going numb against the chill stone。 He roused in us a petition； not just against each other； but against his shabby images of us。 〃Prove me wrong；〃 he said over and over。 〃I beg you； prove me wrong； that I may show the King at least one pupil worthy of my time。〃 And so we tried。 How strange now to look back on it all and wonder at myself。 But in the space of one day； he had succeeded in isolating us and plunging us into another reality； where all rules of courtesy and mon sense were suspended。 We stood silently in the cold； in various unfortable positions； eyes closed； wearing little more than our undergarments。 And he walked among us； dealing out cuts from his silly little whip； and insults from his nasty little tongue。 He cuffed occasionally； or shoved； something that is much more painful when one is chilled to the bone。
Those who flinched or wavered were accused of weakness。 During the day he berated us with our un
