rh.theassassinsapprentice-第64节
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favored me； I would be in time to help Smithy。 And Burrich。
I strode； refusing to let myself run。 A steady march would carry me farther faster than a mad sprint through the dark。 The night was clear； the trail straight。 I considered； once； that I was putting an end to any chance of proving I could Skill。 All I had put into it； time； effort； pain； all wasted。 But there was no way I could have sat down and waited another full day for Galen to try to reach me。 To open my mind to Galen's possible Skill touch； I would have had to clear it of Smithy's tenuous thread。 I would not。 When it was all put in the balances； the Skill was far outweighed by Smithy。 And Burrich。
Why Burrich？ I wondered。 Who could hate him enough to ambush him？ And right outside his own quarters。 As clearly as if I were reporting to Chade； I began to assemble my facts。 Someone who knew him well enough to know where he lived； that ruled out some chance offense mitted in a Buckkeep Town tavern。 Someone who had brought a knife； that ruled out someone who just wanted to give him a beating。 The knife had been sharp； and the wielder had known how to use it。 I winced again from the memory。
Those were the facts。 Cautiously； I began to build assumptions upon them。 Someone who knew Burrich's habits had a serious grievance against him； serious enough to kill over。 My steps slowed suddenly。 Why hadn't Smithy been aware of the man up there waiting？ Why hadn't Vixen been barking through the door？ Slipping past dogs in their own territory bespoke someone well practiced at stealth。
Galen。
No。 I only wanted it to be Galen。 I refused to leap to the conclusion。 Physically； Galen was no match for Burrich and he knew it。 Not even with a knife； in the dark； with Burrich half…drunk and surprised。 No。 Galen might want to； but he wouldn't do it。 Not himself。
Would he send another？ I pondered it； and decided I didn't know。 Think some more。 Burrich was not a patient man。 Galen was the most recent enemy he'd made； but not the only one。 Over and over I restacked my facts； trying to reach a solid conclusion。 But there simply wasn't enough to build on。
Eventually I came to a stream and drank sparingly： Then I walked again。 The woods grew thicker； and the moon was mostly obscured by the trees lining the road。 I didn't turn back。 I pushed on； until my trail flowed into the coast road like a stream feeding a river。 I followed it south； and the wider highway gleamed like silver in the moonlight。
I walked and pondered the night away。 As the first creeping tendrils of dawn began to put colors back into the landscape； I felt incredibly weary； but no less driven。 My worry was a burden I couldn't put down。 I clutched at the thin thread of warmth that told me Smithy was still alive； and wondered about Burrich。 I had no way of knowing how badly he'd been injured。 Smithy had smelled his blood； so the knife had scored at least once。 And the fall down the staircase？ I tried to set the worry aside。 I had never considered that Burrich could be injured in such a way； let alone what I would feel about it。 I could e up with no name for the feeling。 just hollow； I thought to myself。 Hollow。 And weary。
I ate a bit as I walked and refilled my water skin from a stream。 Midmorning clouded up and rained on me for a bit； only to clear as abruptly by early afternoon。 I strode on。 I had expected to find some sort of traffic on the coast road； but saw nothing。 By late afternoon； the coast road had veered close to the cliffs。 I could look across a small cove and down onto what had been Forge。 The peacefulness of it was chilling。 No smoke rose from the cottages； no boats rode in the harbor。 I knew my road would take me right through it。 I did not relish the idea； but the warm thread of Smithy's life tugged me on。
I lifted my head to the scuff of feet against stone。 Only the reflexes of Hod's long training saved me。 I came about； staff at the ready； and swept around me in a defensive circle that cracked the jaw of the one that was behind me。 The others fell back。 Three others。 All Forged； empty as stone。 The one I had struck was rolling and yelling on the ground。 No one paid him any mind except me。 I dealt him another quick jolt to his back。 He yelled louder and thrashed about。 Even in that situation； my action surprised me。 I knew it was wise to make sure a disabled enemy stayed disabled； but I knew I could never have kicked at a howling dog as I did at that man。 But fighting these Forged ones was like fighting ghosts。 I felt no presence from any of them； I had no sense of the pain I'd dealt the injured man； no echoes of his anger or fear。 It was like slamming a door； violence without a victim； as I cracked him again； to be sure he would not snatch at me as I leaped over him to a clear space in the road。
I danced my staff around me； keeping the others at bay。 They looked ragged and hungry； but I still felt they could outrun me if I fled。 I was already tired； and they were like starving wolves。 They'd pursue me until I dropped。 One reached too close and I struck him a glancing blow to the wrist。 He dropped a rusty fish knife and clutched his hand to his heart； shrieking over it。 Again； the other two paid no mind to the injured one。 I danced back。
〃What do you want？〃 I demanded of them。
〃What do you have？〃 one of them said。 His voice was rusty and hesitant； as if long unused； and his words lacked any inflection。 He moved slowly around me； in a wide circle that kept me turning。 Dead men talking； I thought to myself； and couldn't stop the thought from echoing through my mind。
〃Nothing；〃 I panted； jabbing to keep one from moving any closer。 〃I don't have anything for you。 No money； no food； nothing。 I lost all my things； back down the road。〃
〃Nothing；〃 said the other； and for the first time I realized she had been a woman； once。 Now she was this empty malevolent puppet； whose dull eyes suddenly lit with avarice as she said； 〃Cloak。 I want your cloak。〃
She seemed pleased to have formulated this thought； and it made her careless enough to let me crack her on the shin。 She glanced down at the injury as if puzzled； and then continued to limp after me。
〃Cloak；〃 echoed the other。 For a moment they glared at one another in dull realization of their rivalry。 〃Me。 Mine；〃 he added。
〃No。 Kill you；〃 she offered calmly。 〃Kill you； too；〃 she reminded me； and came close again。 I swung my staff at her； but she leaped back； and then made a snatch at it as it went by。 I turned； just in time to whack the one whose wrist I had already damaged。 Then I leaped past him and raced down the road。 I ran awkwardly； holding on to my staff with one hand as I fought the fastening of my cloak with the other。 At last it came undone and I let it fall from me as I continued to run。 The rubberiness in my legs warned me that this was my last gambit。 But a few moments later they must have reached it； for I heard angry cries and screams as they quarreled over it。 I prayed it would be enough to occupy all four of them and kept running。 There was a bend in the road； not much but enough to take me out of their sight。 Still； I kept running； and then trotting as long as I could before I dared to look back。 The road shone wide and empty behind me。 I pushed myself on； and when I saw a likely spot； I left the road。
I found a savagely nasty thicket of brambles and forced my way into the heart of it。 Shaking and exhausted； I crouched down on my heels in the thick of the spiny bushes and strained my ears for any sign of pursuit。 I took short sips from my water and tried to calm myself。 I had no time for this delay； I had to get back to Buckkeep； but I dared not emerge。
It is still inconceivable to me that I fell asleep there； but I did。
I came awake gradually。 Groggy； I felt sure I was recovering from a severe injury or long illness。 My eyes were gummy； my mouth thick and sour。 I forced my eyelids open and looked around me in bewilderment。 The light was ebbing； and an overcast defeated the moon。
My exhaustion had been such that I had leaned over into the thornbushes and slept despite a multitude of jabbing prickles。 I extricated myself with much difficulty； leaving bits of cloth； hair； and skin behind。 I emerged from my hiding place as cautiously as any hunted animal； not only questing as far as my sense would reach； but also snuffing the air and peering all about me。 I knew that my questing would not reveal to me any Forged ones； but hoped that if any were nearby； the forest animals would have seen them and reacted。 But all was quiet。
I cautiously emerged onto the road。 But it was wide and empty。 I looked once at the sky； and then set out for Forge。 I stayed close to the edge of the road； where the shadows of the trees were thickest。 I tried to move both swiftly and silently； and did neither as well as I wanted to。 I had stopped thinking of anything except vigilance and my need to get back to Buckkeep。 Smithy's life was the barest tendril in my mind。 I think the only emotion still active in me was the fear that kept me looking over my shoulder and scanning the woods to either side as I walked。
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