tg.wizardfirstrule-第3节

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　His　eyes　fell　on　the　young　woman　as　she　came　around　the　bend　in　front　of　him。　His　breath　caught　for　an　instant。　Her　brown　hair　was　full；　lush；　and　long；　plementing　the　contours　of　her　body。　She　was　tall；　almost　as　tall　as　he；　and　about　the　same　age。　The　dress　she　wore　was　like　none　he　had　ever　seen：　almost　white；　cut　square　at　the　neck；　interrupted　only　by　a　small；　tan　leather　waist　pouch。　The　weave　of　the　fabric　was　fine　and　smooth；　almost　glistening；　and　bore　none　of　the　lace　or　frills　he　was　used　to　seeing；　no　prints　or　colors　to　distract　from　the　way　it　caressed　her　form。　The　dress　was　elegant　in　its　simplicity。　She　halted；　and　long　graceful　folds　regally　trailing　her　gathered　about　her　legs。
　
　Richard　approached　and　stopped　three　strides　away　so　as　not　to　appear　a　threat。　She　stood　straight　and　still；　her　arms　at　her　side。　Her　eyebrows　had　the　graceful　arch　of　a　raptor's　wings　in　flight。　Her　green　eyes　came　unafraid　to　his。　The　connection　was　so　intense　that　it　threatened　to　drain　his　sense　of　self。　He　felt　that　he　had　always　known　her；　that　she　had　always　been　a　part　of　him；　。　that　her　needs　were　his　needs。　She　held　him　with　her　gaze　as　surely　as　a　grip　of　iron　would；　searching　his　eyes　as　if　searching　his　soul；　seeking　an　answer　to　something。　I　am　here　to　help　you；　he　said　in　his　mind。　He　meant　it　more　than　any　thought　he　had　ever　had。
　
　The　intensity　of　her　gaze　relaxed；　loosening　its　hold　on　him。　In　her　eyes　he　saw　something　that　attracted　him　more　than　anything　else。　Intelligence。　He　saw　it　flaring　there；　burning　in　her；　and　through　it　all　he　felt　an　overriding　sense　of　her　integrity。　Richard　felt　safe。
　
　A　warning　flashed　in　his　mind；　making　him　remember　why　he　was　there；　that　time　was　dear。
　
　〃I　was　up　there〃…he　pointed　toward　the　hill　he　had　been　on　〃and　I　saw　you。〃　She　looked　where　he　pointed。　He　looked；　too；　and　realized　he　was　pointing　to　a　tangle　of　tree　limbs。　They　couldn't　see　the　hill；　because　the　trees　blocked　the　view。　He　dropped　his　arm　dumbly；　trying　to　ignore　the　miscue。　Her　eyes　returned　to　his；　waiting。
　
　Richard　started　over；　keeping　his　voice　low。　〃I　was　up　there　on　a　hill；　above　the　lake。　I　saw　you　walking　on　the　path　by　the　shore。　There　are　some　men　following　you。〃
　
　She　betrayed　no　emotion；　but　continued　to　hold　his　gaze。　〃How　many？〃
　
　He　thought　her　question　strange；　but　answered　it。　〃Four。〃
　
　The　color　drained　from　her　face。
　
　She　turned　her　head；　surveying　the　woods　behind　her；　scanning　the　shadows　briefly；　then　looked　back　to　him　once　more；　her　green　eyes　searching　his。
　
　〃Do　you　choose　to　help　me？〃　Except　for　her　color；　her　exquisite　features　gave　no　hint　as　to　her　emotions。
　
　Before　his　mind　could　form　a　thought；　he　heard　himself　say；　〃Yes。〃
　
　Her　countenance　softened。　〃What　would　you　have　us　do？〃
　
　〃There's　a　small　trail　that　turns　off　here。　If　we　take　it；　and　they　stay　on　this　one；　we　can　be　away。〃
　
　〃And　if　they　don't？　If　they　follow　our　trail？〃
　
　〃I'll　hide　our　tracks。〃　He　was　shaking　his　head；　trying　to　reassure　her。　〃They　won't　follow。　Look；　there's　no　time　。　。　。　。〃
　
　〃If　they　do？〃　she　cut　him　off。　〃Then　what　is　your　plan？〃　He　studied　her　face　a　moment。　〃Are　they　very　dangerous？〃
　
　She　stiffened。　〃Very。〃
　
　The　way　she　spoke　the　word　made　him　have　to　force　himself　to　breathe　again。　For　an　instant；　he　saw　a　look　of　blind　terror　pass　across　her　eyes。
　
　Richard　ran　his　fingers　through　his　hair。　〃Well；　the　small　trail　is　narrow　and　sheer。　They　won't　be　able　to　surround　us。〃
　
　〃Do　you　have　a　weapon？〃　'
　
　He　answered　by　shaking　his　head　no；　too　angry　with　himself　for　forgetting　his　knife　to　voice　it　out　loud。
　
　She　nodded。　〃Let's　be　quick　then。〃
　
　…｜
　
　They　didn't　talk　once　the　decision　had　been　made；　not　wanting　to　give　away　their　location。　Richard　hurriedly　concealed　their　tracks　and　motioned　her　to　go　first　so　he　would　be　between　her　and　the　men。　She　didn't　hesitate。　The　folds　of　her　dress　flowed　behind　as　she　moved　quickly　at　his　direction。　The　lush；　young　evergreens　of　the　Ven　pressed　tight　at　their　sides；　making　the　path　a　narrow；　dark；　green；　walled　route　cut　through　the　brush　and　branches。　They　could　see　nothing　around　them。　Richard　checked　behind　as　they　went；　though　he　couldn't　see　far。　At　least　what　he　could　see　was　clear。　She　went　swiftly　without　any　encouragement　from　him。
　
　After　a　time；　the　ground　started　rising　and　being　rockier；　and　the　trees　thinned；　offering　a　more　open　view。　The　trail　twisted　along　deeply　shaded　cuts　in　the　terrain　and　across　leafstrewn　ravines。　Dry　leaves　scattered　at　their　passing。　Pines　and　spruce　gave　way　to　hardwood　trees；　mostly　white　birch；　and　as　the　limbs　swayed　overhead；　little　patches　of　sunlight　danced　on　the　forest　floor。　The　birches'　white　trunks　with　black　spots　made　it　look　as　if　hundreds　of　eyes　were　watching　the　two　pass。　Other　than　the　raucous　racket　of　some　ravens；　it　was　a　very　quiet；　peaceful　place。
　
　At　the　base　of　a　granite　wall　that　the　path　followed；　he　motioned　to　her；　putting　a　finger　over　his　lips；　letting　her　know　they　had　to　step　carefully　to　avoid　making　sounds　that　would　echo　him；　。　that　her　needs　were　his　needs。　She　held　him　with　her　gaze　as　surely　as　a　grip　of　iron　would；　searching　his　eyes　as　if　searching　his　soul；　seeking　an　answer　to　something。　I　am　here　to　help　you；　he　said　in　his　mind。　He　meant　it　more　than　any　thought　he　had　ever　had。
　
　The　intensity　of　her　gaze　relaxed；　loosening　its　hold　on　him。　In　her　eyes　he　saw　something　that　attracted　him　more　than　anything　else。　Intelligence。　He　saw　it　flaring　there；　burning　in　her；　and　through　it　all　he　felt　an　overriding　sense　of　her　integrity。　Richard　felt　safe。
　
　A　warning　flashed　in　his　mind；　making　him　remember　why　he　was　there；　that　time　was　dear。
　
　〃I　was　up　there〃…he　pointed　toward　the　hill　he　had　been　on　〃and　I　saw　you。〃　She　looked　where　he　pointed。　He　looked；　too；　and　realized　he　was　pointing　to　a　tangle　of　tree　limbs。　They　couldn't　see　the　hill；　because　the　trees　blocked　the　view。　He　dropped　his　arm　dumbly；　trying　to　ignore　the　miscue。　Her　eyes　returned　to　his；　waiting。
　
　Richard　started　over；　keeping　his　voice　low。　〃I　was　up　there　on　a　hill；　above　the　lake。　I　saw　you　walking　on　the　path　by　the　shore。　There　are　some　men　following　you。〃
　
　She　betrayed　no　emotion；　but　continued　to　hold　his　gaze。　〃How　many？〃
　
　He　thought　her　question　strange；　but　answered　it。　〃Four。〃
　
　The　color　drained　from　her　face。
　
　She　turned　her　head；　surveying　the　woods　behind　her；　scanning　the　shadows　briefly；　then　looked　back　to　him　once　more；　her　green　eyes　searching　his。
　
　〃Do　you　choose　to　help　me？〃　Except　for　her　color；　her　exquisite　features　gave　no　hint　as　to　her　emotions。
　
　Before　his　mind　could　form　a　thought；　he　heard　himself　say；　〃Yes。〃
　
　Her　countenance　softened。　〃What　would　you　have　us　do？〃
　
　〃There's　a　small　trail　that　turns　off　here。　If　we　take　it；　and　they　stay　on　this　one；　we　can　be　away。〃
　
　〃And　if　they　don't？　If　they　follow　our　trail？〃
　
　〃I'll　hide　our　tracks。〃　He　was　shaking　his　head；　trying　to　reassure　her。　〃They　won't　follow。　Look；　there's　no　time　。　。　。　。〃
　
　〃If　they　do？〃　she　cut　him　off。　〃Then　what　is　your　plan？〃　
　
　to　hide。　He　saw　nothing；　and　started　to　feel　better。　They　weren't　being　followed；　the　men　were　nowhere　to　be　seen；　and　were　probably　miles　down　Hawkers　Trail　by　now。　The　farther　from　the　boundary　and　the　closer　to　town　they　got；　the　better　he　felt。　His　plan　had　worked。
　
　Seeing　no　sign　that　they　were　being　followed；　Richard　wished　they　could　stop　for　a　rest；　as　his　hand　was　throbbing；　but　she　gave　no　sign　that　she　needed　or　wanted　a　break。　She　kept　pushing　on。　as　if　the　men　were　right　on　their　heels。　Richard　remembered　the　look　on　her　face　when　he　had　asked　if　they　were　dangerous；　and　quickly　rejected　any　thought　of　stopping。
　
　As　morning　wore　on；　the　day　became　warm　for　this　late　in　the　year。　The　sky　was　a　bright；　clear　blue；　with　only　a　few　white；　wispy　clouds　drifting　by。　One　of　the　clouds　had　taken　on　the　undulating　form　of　a　snake；　with　its　head　down　and　tail　up。　Because　it　was　so　unusual；　Richard　remembered　seeing　the　same　cloud　earlier　in　the　day…or　was　it　yesterday？　He　would　have　to　remember　to　mention　it　to　Zedd　the　next　time　he　saw　him。　Zedd　was　a　cloud　reader；　and　if　Richard　failed　to　report　his　sighting　he　would　have　to　endure　an　hour…long　lecture　on　the　significance　of　clouds。　Zedd　was　probably　watching　it　this　very　moment；　fretting　over　whether　or　not　Richard　was　paying　attention。
　
　The　path　took　them　to　the　south　face　of　small　Blunt　Mountain；　where　it　crossed　a　sheer　cliff　face　for　which　the　mountain　was　named。　Crossing　the　cliff　near　midheight；　the　trail　offered　a　panoramic　view　of　the　southern　Ven　Forest　and；　to　their　left；　in　cloud　and　mist；　almost　hidden　behind　the　cliff　wall；　the　high；　rugged　peaks　belonging　to　the　boundary。　Richard　saw　brown；　dying　trees　standing　out　against　the　carpet　of　green。　Up　closer　to　the　boundary　the　dead　trees　were　thick。　It　was　the　vine；　he　realized。
　
　The　two　of　them　advanced　quickly　across　the　cliff　trail。　They　were　so　clearly　in　the　open；　with　no　chance　to　hide；　that　anyone　could　spot　t