gc.thewhiterose-第19部分

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hey　started　screaming。〃
　　　Stancil　stopped。　Bomanz　waited。
　　　〃I　don't　know　how　to　describe　it；　Pop。　I　never　heard　sounds　like　that。　All　the　ghosts　piled　onto　the　Howler's　barrow。　It　went　on　a　long　time。　Then　the　screaming　started　getting　closer。〃
　　　Stancil；　Bomanz　concluded；　had　been　shaken　deeply。　Shaken　the　way　a　man　is　when　his　basic　beliefs　are　uprooted。　Odd。　〃Go　on。〃
　　　〃It　was　Besand。　He　had　the　amulet；　but　it　didn't　help。　He　didn't　make　it　across　the　moat。　He　dropped　it。　The　ghosts　jumped　him。　He's　dead；　Pop。　The　Guards　were　all　out　there　。　。　。　They　couldn't　do　anything　but　look。　The　Monitor　wouldn't　give　them　amulets　so　they　could　get　him。〃
　　　Bomanz　folded　his　hands　on　the　tabletop；　stared　at　them。　〃So　now　we　have　two　men　dead。　Three　counting　the　one　last　night。　How　many　will　we　have　tomorrow　night？　Will　I　have　to　face　a　platoon　of　new　ghosts？〃
　　　〃You're　going　to　do　it　tomorrow　night？〃
　　　〃That's　right。　With　Besand　gone　there's　no　reason　to　delay　it。　Is　there？〃
　　　〃Pop　。　。　。　Maybe　you　shouldn't。　Maybe　the　knowledge　out　there　should　stay　buried。〃
　　　〃What's　this？　My　son　parroting　my　misgivings？〃
　　　〃Pop；　let's　don't　fight。　Maybe　I　pushed　too　hard。　Maybe　I　was　wrong。　You　know　more　about　the　Barrowland　than　me。〃
　　　Bomanz　stared　at　his　son。　More　boldly　than　he　felt；　he　said；　〃I'm　going　in。　It's　time　to　put　doubts　aside　and　get　on　with　it。　There's　the　list。　See　if　there's　an　area　of　inquiry　that　I've　forgotten。〃
　　　〃Pop　。　。　。　〃
　　　〃Don't　argue　with　me；　boy。〃　It　had　taken　him　all　evening　to　shed　the　ingrained　Bomanz　persona　and　surface　the　wizard　so　long　and　artfully　hidden。　But　he　was　out　now。
　　　Bomanz　went　to　a　er　where　a　few　seemingly　innocuous　objects　were　piled。　He　stood　taller　than　usual。　He　moved　more　precisely；　more　quickly。　He　began　piling　things　on　the　table。　〃When　you　go　back　to　Oar；　you　can　tell　my　old　classmates　what　became　of　me。〃　He　smiled　thinly。　He　could　recall　a　few　who　would　shudder　even　now；　knowing　he　had　studied　at　the　Lady's　knee。　He'd　never　forgotten；　never　forgiven。　And　they　knew　him　that　well。
　　　Stancil's　pallor　had　disappeared。　Now　he　was　uncertain。　This　side　of　the　father　had　not　been　seen　since　before　the　son's　birth。　It　was　outside　his　experience。　〃Do　you　want　to　go　out　there；　Pop？〃
　　　〃You　brought　back　the　essential　details。　Besand　is　dead。　Men　Fu　is　dead。　The　Guards　aren't　going　to　get　excited。〃
　　　〃I　thought　he　was　your　friend。〃
　　　〃Besand？　Besand　had　no　friends。　He　had　a　mission　。　。　。　What're　you　looking　at？〃
　　　〃A　man　with　a　mission？〃
　　　〃Could　be。　Something　kept　me　here。　Take　this　stuff　downstairs。　We'll　do　it　in　the　shop。〃
　　　〃Where　do　you　want　it？〃
　　　〃Doesn't　matter。　Besand　was　the　only　one　who　could　have　separated　it　from　the　junk。〃
　　　Stancil　went　out。　Later；　Bomanz　finished　a　series　of　mental　exercises　and　wondered　what　had　bee　of　the　boy。　Stance　hadn't　returned。　He　shrugged；　went　on。
　　　He　smiled。　He　was　ready。　It　was　going　to　be　simple。
　　　The　town　was　in　an　uproar。　A　Guard　had　tried　to　assassinate　the　new　Monitor。　The　Monitor　was　so　bewildered　and　frightened　he　had　locked　himself　in　his　quarters。　Crazy　rumors　abounded。
　　　Bomanz　walked　through　it　with　such　calm　dignity　that　he　startled　people　who　had　known　him　for　years。　He　went　to　the　edge　of　the　Barrowland；　considered　his　long…time　antagonist。　Besand　lay　where　he　had　fallen。　The　flies　were　thick。　Bomanz　threw　a　handful　of　dirt。　The　insects　scattered。　He　nodded　thoughtfully。　Besand's　amulet　had　disappeared　again。
　　　Bomanz　located　Corporal　Husky。　〃If　you　can't　do　anything　to　get　Besand　out；　then　toss　dirt　in　on　him。　There's　a　mountain　around　my　pit。〃
　　　〃Yes；　sir；〃　Husky　said；　and　only　later　seemed　startled　by　his　easy　acquiescence。
　　　Bomanz　walked　the　perimeter　of　the　Barrowland。　The　sun　shone　a　little　oddly　through　the　et's　tail。　Colors　were　a　trifle　strange。　But　there　were　no　ghosts　aprowl　now。　He　saw　no　reason　not　to　make　his　munication　attempt。　He　returned　to　the　village。
　　　Wagons　stood　before　the　shop。　Teamsters　were　busy　loading　them。　Jasmine　shrilled　inside；　cursing　someone　who　had　taken　something　he　shouldn't。　〃Damn　you；　Tokar；〃　Bomanz　muttered。　〃Why　today？　You　could　have　waited　till　it　was　over。〃　He　felt　a　fleeting　concern。　He　could　not　rely　on　Stance　if　the　boy　were　distracted。　He　shoved　into　the　shop。
　　　〃It's　grand！〃　Tokar　said　of　the　horse。　〃Absolutely　magnificent。　You're　a　genius；　Bo。〃
　　　〃You're　a　pain　in　the　butt。　What's　going　on　here？　Who　the　hell　are　all　these　people？〃
　　　〃My　drivers。　My　brother　Clete。　My　sister　Glory。　Stance's　Glory。　And　our　baby　sister　Snoopy。　We　called　her　that　because　she　was　always　spying　on　us。〃
　　　〃Pleased　to　meet　you　all。　Where's　Stance？〃
　　　Jasmine　said；　〃I　sent　him　to　get　something　for　supper。　With　this　crowd　I'll　have　to　start　cooking　early。〃
　　　Bomanz　sighed。　Just　what　he　needed；　this　night　of　nights。　A　house　full　of　guests。　〃You。　Put　that　back　where　you　got　it。　You。　Snoopy？　Keep　your　hands　off　of　stuff。〃
　　　Tokar　asked；　〃What's　with　you；　Bo？〃
　　　Bomanz　raised　one　eyebrow；　met　the　man's　gaze；　did　not　answer。　〃Where's　the　driver　with　the　big　shoulders？〃
　　　〃Not　with　me　anymore。〃　Tokar　frowned。
　　　〃Thought　not。　I'll　be　upstairs　if　something　critical　es　up。〃　He　stamped　through　the　shop；　went　up；　settled　in　his　chair；　willed　himself　to　sleep。　His　dreams　were　subtle。　It　seemed　he　could　hear　at　last；　but　could　not　recall　what　he　heard　。　。　。
　　　Stancil　entered　the　upstairs　room。　Bomanz　asked；　〃What　are　we　going　to　do？　That　crowd　is　gumming　up　the　works。〃
　　　〃How　long　do　you　need；　Pop？〃
　　　〃This　could　go　all　night　every　night　for　weeks　if　it　works　out。〃　He　was　pleased。　Stancil　had　recovered　his　courage。
　　　〃Can't　hardly　run　them　off。〃
　　　〃And　can't　go　anywhere　else；　either。〃　The　Guards　were　in　a　hard；　bitter　mood。
　　　〃How　noisy　will　you　be；　Pop？　Could　we　do　it　here；　on　the　quiet？〃
　　　〃Guess　we'll　have　to　try。　Going　to　be　crowded。　Get　the　stuff　from　the　shop。　I'll　make　room。〃
　　　Bomanz's　shoulders　slumped　when　Stancil　left。　He　was　getting　nervous。　Not　about　the　thing　he　would　challenge；　but　about　his　own　foresight。　He　kept　thinking　he　had　forgotten　something。　But　he　had　reviewed　four　decades　of　notes　without　detecting　a　flaw　in　his　chosen　approach。　Any　reasonably　educated　apprentice　should　be　able　to　follow　his　formulation。　He　spat　into　a　corner。　〃Antiquarian's　cowardice；〃　he　muttered。　〃Old…fashioned　fear　of　the　unknown。〃
　　　Stancil　returned。　〃Mom's　got　them　into　a　game　of　Throws。〃
　　　〃I　wondered　what　Snoopy　was　yelling　about。　Got　everything？〃
　　　〃Yes。〃
　　　〃Okay。　Go　down　and　kibbitz。　I'll　be　there　after　I　set　up。　We'll　do　it　after　they're　in　bed。〃
　　　〃Okay。〃
　　　〃Stance？　Are　you　ready？〃
　　　〃I'm　okay；　Pop。　I　just　had　the　jitters　last　night。　It's　not　every　day　I　see　a　man　killed　by　ghosts。〃
　　　〃Better　get　a　feel　for　that　kind　of　thing。　It　happens。〃
　　　Stancil　looked　blank。
　　　〃You're　sneaking　studies　on　Black　Campus；　aren't　you？〃　Black　Campus　was　that　hidden　side　of　the　university　on　which　wizards　learned　their　trade。　Officially；　it　did　not　exist。　Legally；　it　was　prohibited。　But　it　was　there。　Bomanz　was　a　laureate　graduate。
　　　Stancil　gave　one　sharp　nod　and　left。
　　　〃I　thought　so；〃　Bomanz　whispered；　and　wondered：　How　black　are　you；　son？
　　　He　pottered　around　till　he　had　triple…checked　everything；　till　he　realized　that　caution　had　bee　an　excuse　for　not　socializing。　〃You're　something；〃　he　mumbled　to　himself。
　　　One　last　look。　Chart　laid　out。　Candles。　Bowl　of　quicksilver。　Silver　dagger。　Herbs。　Censers　。　。　。　He　still　had　that　feeling。　〃What　the　hell　could　I　have　missed？〃
　　　Throws　was　essentially　four…player　checkers。　The　board　was　four　times　the　usual　size。　Players　played　from　each　side。　An　element　of　chance　was　added　by　throwing　a　die　before　each　move。　If　a　player's　throw　came　up　six；　he　could　move　any　bination　of　pieces　six　moves。　Checkers　rules　generally　applied；　except　that　a　jump　could　be　declined。
　　　Snoopy　appealed　to　Bomanz　the　moment　he　appeared。　〃They're　ganging　up　on　me！〃　She　was　playing　opposite　Jasmine。　Glory　and　Tokar　were　on　her　flanks。　Bomanz　watched　a　few　moves。　Tokar　and　the　older　sister　were　in　cahoots。　Conventional　elimination　tactics。
　　　On　impulse　Bomanz　controlled　the　fall　of　the　die　when　it　came　to　Snoopy。　She　threw　a　six；　squealed；　sent　men　charging　all　over。　Bomanz　wondered　if　he　had　been　that　rich　in　adolescent　enthusiasm　and　optimism。　He　eyed　the　girl。　How　old？　Fourteen？
　　　He　made　Tokar　throw　a　one；　let　Jasmine　and　Glory　have　what　fate　decreed；　then　gave　Snoopy　another　six　and　Tokar　another　one。　After　a　third　time　around　Tokar　grumbled；　〃This　is　getting　ridiculous。〃　The　balance　of　the　game　had　shifted。　Glory　was　about　to　abandon　him　and　side　with　her　sister　against　Jasmine。
　　　Jasmine　gave　Bomanz　the　fish…eye　when　Snoopy　threw　yet　another　six。　He　winked；　let　Tokar　throw　free。　A　two。　Tokar　grumbled；　〃I'm　on　the　eback　trail　now。〃
　　　Bomanz　wandered　into　the　kitchen；　poured　himself　a　mug　of　beer。　He　returned　to　find　Snoopy　on　the　edge　of　disaster　again。　Her　play　was　so　frenetic　she　had　to　throw　fours　or　better　to　survive。
　　　Tokar；　on　the　other　hand；　played　a　tediously　conservative　game；　advancing　in　echelon；　trying　to　occupy　his　flankers'　king　rows。　A　man　much　like　himself；　Bomanz　reflected。　First　he　plays　to　make　sure　he　doesn't　lose；　then　he　worries　about　the　win。
　　　He　watched　Tokar　roll　a　six　and　send　a　piece　on　an　extravagant　tour　in　which　he　took　three　men　from　his　nominal　ally；　Glory。
　　　Treacherous；　too；　Bomanz　thought。　That's　worth　keeping　in　mind。　He　asked　Stancil；　〃Where's　Clete？〃
　　　Tokar　said；　〃He　decided　to　stay　with　the　teamsters。　Thought　we　were　crowding　you　too　much。〃
　　　〃I　see。〃
　　　Jasmine　won　that　game；　and　Tokar　the　next；　whereupon　the　antique　merchant　said；　〃That's　all　for　me。　Take　my　seat；　Bo。　See　you　all　in　the　morning。〃
　　　Glory　said。　〃I'm　done；　too。　Can　we　go　for　a　walk；　Stance？〃
　　　Stancil　glanced　at　his　father。　Bomanz　nodded。　〃Don't　go　far。　The　Guards　are　in　a　bad　mood。〃
　　　〃We　won't；〃　Stance　said。　His　father　smiled　at　his　eager　departure。　It　had　been　that　way　for　him　and　Jasmine；　long　ago。
　　　Jasmine　observed；　〃A　lovely　girl。　Stance　is　lucky。〃
　　　〃Thank　you；〃　Tokar　said。　〃We　think　she's　lucky；　too。〃
　　　Snoopy　made　a　sour　face。　Bomanz　allowed　himself　a　wry　smile。　Somebody