uleg.thetombsofatuan-第13部分
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lowered a candle burning in a little tin lantern on a chain。 He was there； in the Painted Room。 She saw； past the candle's glare； his legs and one limp hand。 She spoke into the spy hole； which was a large one； the size of a whole floor tile： 〃Wizard！〃
No movement。 Was he dead？ Was that all the strength he had in him？ She sneered； her heart pounded。 〃Wizard！〃 she cried； her voice ringing in the hollow room beneath。 He stirred； and slowly sat up； and looked around bewildered。 After a while he looked up； blinking at the tiny lantern that swung from his ceiling。 His face was terrible to see； swollen； dark as a mummy's face。
He put his hand out to his staff that lay on the floor beside him； but no light flowered on the wood。 There was no power left in him。
〃Do you want to see the treasure of the Tombs of Atuan； wizard？〃
He looked up wearily； squinting at the light of her lantern； which was all he could see。 After a while； with a wince that might have begun as a smile； he nodded once。
〃Go out of this room to the left。 Take the first corridor to the left。。。〃 She rattled off the long series of directions without pause； and at the end said； 〃There you will find the treasure which you came for。 And there； maybe； you'll find water。 Which would you rather have now； wizard？〃
He got to his feet； leaning on his staff。 Looking up with eyes that could not see her； he tried to say something； but there was no voice in his dry throat。 He shrugged a little； and left the Painted Room。
She would not give him any water。 He would never find the way to the treasure room； anyway。 The instructions were too long for him to remember； and there was the Pit； if he got that far。 He was in the dark； now。 He would lose his way； and would fall down at last and die somewhere in the narrow； hollow； dry halls。 And Manan would find him and drag him out。 And that was the end。 Arha clutched the lip of the spy hole with her hands； and rocked her crouching body back and forth； back and forth； biting her lip as if to bear some dreadful pain。 She would not give him any water。 She would not give him any water。 She would give him death； death； death； death； death。
In that gray hour of her life； Kossil came to her； entering the treasury room with heavy step； bulky in black winter robes。
〃Is the man dead yet？〃
Arha raised her head。 There were no tears in her eyes； nothing to hide。
〃I think so；〃 she said； getting up and dusting her skirts。 〃His light has gone out。〃
〃He may be tricking。 The soulless ones are very cunning。〃
〃I shall wait a day to be sure。〃
〃Yes； or two days。 Then Duby can go down and bring it out。 He is stronger than old Manan。〃
〃But Manan is in the service of the Nameless Ones； and Duby is not。 There are places within the Labyrinth where Duby should not go； and the thief is in one of these。〃
〃Why； then it is defiled already…〃
〃It will be made clean by his death there；〃 Arha said。 She could see by Kossil's expression that there must be something strange about her own face。 〃This is my domain； priestess。 I must care for it as my Masters bid me。 I do not need more lessons in death。〃
Kossil's face seemed to withdraw into the black hood； like a desert tortoise's into its shell； sour and slow and cold。 〃Very well； mistress。〃
They parted before the altar of the God…Brothers。 Arha went； without haste now； to the Small House； and called Manan to acpany her。 Since she had spoken to Kossil she knew what must be done。
She and Manan went together up the hill； into the Hall； down into the Undertomb。 Straining together at the long handle； they opened the iron door of the Labyrinth。 They lit their lanterns there； and entered。 Arha led the way to the Painted Room； and from it started on the way to the Great Treasury。
The thief had not got very far。 She and Manan had not walked five hundred paces on their tortuous course when they came upon him； crumpled up in the narrow corridor like a heap of rags thrown down。 He had dropped his staff before he fell； it lay some distance from him。 His mouth was bloody； his eyes half shut。
〃He's alive；〃 said Manan； kneeling； his great yellow hand on the dark throat； feeling the pulse。 〃Shall I strangle him； mistress？〃
〃No。 I want him alive。 Pick him up and bring him after me。〃
〃Alive？〃 said Manan； disturbed。 〃What for； little mistress？〃
〃To be a slave of the Tombs！ Be still with your talk and do as I say。〃
His face more melancholy than ever； Manan obeyed； hoisting the young man effortfully up onto his shoulders like a long sack。 He staggered along after Arha thus laden。 He could not go far at a time under that load。 They stopped a dozen times on the return journey for Manan to catch his breath。 At each halt the corridor was the same： the grayish…yellow； close…set stones rising to a vault； the uneven rocky floor； the dead air； Manan groaning and panting； the stranger lying still； the two lanterns burning dull in a dome of light that narrowed away into darkness down the corridor in both directions。 At each halt Arha dripped some of the water she had brought in a flask into the dry mouth of the man； a little at a time； lest life returning kill him。
〃To the Room of Chains？〃 Manan asked； as they were in the passage that led to the iron door； and at that； Arha thought for the first time where she must take this prisoner。 She did not know。
〃Not there； no；〃 she said； sickened as ever by the memory of the smoke and reek and the matted； speechless； unseeing faces。 And Kossil might e to the Room of Chains 〃He。。。 he must stay in the Labyrinth； so that he cannot regain his sorcery。 Where is there a room。。。〃
〃The Painted Room has a door； and a lock； and a spy hole； mistress。 If you trust him with doors。〃
〃He has no powers； down here。 Take him there； Manan。〃
So Manan lugged him back； half again as far as they had e； too laboring and breathless to protest。 When they entered the Painted Room at last； Arha took off her long； heavy winter cloak of wool； and laid it on the dusty floor。 〃Put him on that；〃 she said。
Manan stared in melancholy consternation； wheezing。 〃Little mistress…〃
〃I want the man to live； Manan。 He'll die of the cold； look how he shakes now。〃
〃Your garment will be defiled。 The Priestess' garment。 He is an unbeliever； a man；〃 Manan blurted； his small eyes wrinkling up as if in pain。
〃Then I shall burn the cloak and have another woven！ e on； Manan！〃
At that he stooped； obedient； and let the prisoner flop off his back onto the black cloak。 The man lay still as death； but the pulse beat heavy in his throat； and now and then a spasm made his body shiver as it lay。
〃He should be chained；〃 said Manan。
〃Does he look dangerous？〃 Arha scoffed； but when Manan pointed out an iron hasp set into the stones； to which the prisoner could be fastened； she let him go fetch a chain and band from the Room of Chains。 He grumbled off down the corridors； muttering the directions to himself； he had been to and from the Painted Room before this； but never by himself。
In the light of her single lantern the paintings on the four walls seemed to move； to twitch； the uncouth human forms with great drooping wings； squatting and standing in a timeless dreariness。
She knelt and let water drop； a little at a time； into the prisoner's mouth。 At last he coughed； and his hands reached up feebly to the flask。 She let him drink。 He lay back with his face all wet； besmeared with dust and blood； and muttered something； a word or two in a language she did not know。
Manan returned at last； dragging a length of iron links； a great padlock with its key； and an iron band which fitted around the man's waist and locked there。 〃It's not tight enough； he can slip out；〃 he grumbled as he locked the end link onto the ring set in the wall。
〃No； look。〃 Feeling less fearful of her prisoner now； Arha showed that she could not force her hand between the iron band and the man's ribs。 〃Not unless he starves longer than four days。〃
〃Little mistress；〃 Manan said plaintively； 〃I do not question； but。。。 what good is he as a slave to the Nameless Ones？ He is a man； little one。〃
〃And you are an old fool； Manan。 e along now； finish your fussing。〃
The prisoner watched them with bright； weary eyes。
〃Where's his staff； Manan？ There。 I'll take that； it has magic in it。 Oh； and this； this I'll take too；〃 and with a quick movement she seized the silver chain that showed at the neck of the man's tunic； and tore it off over his head； though he tried to catch her arms and stop her。 Manan kicked him in the back。 She swung the chain over him； out of his reach。 〃Is this your talisman； wizard？ Is it precious to you？ It doesn't look like much； couldn't you afford a better one？ I shall keep it safe for you。〃 And she slipped the chain over her own head； hiding the pendant under the heavy collar of her woolen robe。
〃You don't know what to do with it；〃 he said； very hoarse； and mispronouncing the words of the Kargish tongue； but clearly enough。
Manan kicked him again； and at that he made a little grunt of pain and shut his eyes。
〃Leave off； Manan。 e。〃
She left the room。 Grumbling； Manan followed。
That night； when all the lights of the Place were out； she climbed the hill again； alone。 She filled her flask from the well in the room behind the Throne； and took the water and a big； flat； unleavened cake of buckwheat bread down to the Painted Room in the Labyrinth。 She set them just within the prisoner's reach； inside the door。 He was asleep； and never stirred。 She returned to the Small House； and that night she too slept long and sound。
In early afternoon she returned alone to the Labyrinth。 The bread was gone； the flask was dry； the stranger was sitting up； his back against the wall。 His face still looked hideous with dirt and scabs； but the expression of it was alert。
She stood across the room from him where he could not possibly reach her； chained as be was； and looked at him。 Then she looked away。 But there was nowhere particular to look。 Something prevented her speaking。 Her heart beat as if she were afraid。 There was no reason to fear him。 He was at her mercy。
〃It's pleasant to have light；〃 he said in the soft but deep voic
