df.therunelords-第58部分

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　〃And　I'm　obligated　to　protect　Iome　and　her　father；〃　Gaborn　said；　〃as　one　Oath…Bound　Lord　to　another。〃
　〃Oath…Bound　Lord？〃　Borenson　gasped。　〃No！　You　fool！〃　Now　he　saw　it。　Gaborn　had　been　distant　these　past　two　weeks　as　they　journeyed　into　Heredon。　For　the　first　time　in　his　life；　he'd　been　secretive。　〃It's　true；〃　Gaborn　said。　〃I　spoke　the　oath　to　Iome。〃　〃Who　witnessed？〃　Borenson　asked　the　first　question　that　came　to　mind；　〃Iome；　and　her　Maids　of　Honor。〃　Borenson　wondered　if　news　of　this　oath　could　be　covered。　Perhaps　by　killing　the　witnesses；　he　could　undo　the　damage。　〃And　her　Days。〃
　Borenson　set　his　axe　across　the　pommel　of　his　saddle；　looked　hard　at　King　Sylvarresta。　Who　knew　how　far　this　news　had　spread？　From　Iome's　maids　to　the　King's　counselor；　to　all　Heredon。　He　couldn't　hide　what　Gaborn　had　done。
　Gaborn　had　a　fierceness　in　his　eyes。　What　pluck！　The　little　ass！　Borenson　thought。　He　plans　to　fight　me。　He'd　really　fight　me　over　this？
　Yet　he　knew　it　was　true。　To　give　the　Oath　of　Protection　was　a　serious　matter；　a　sacred　matter。
　Borenson　didn't　dare　raise　his　hand　against　the　Prince。　It　was　treason。　Even　if　he　carried　out　Orden's　mands　in　every　other　matter；　he　could　be　executed　for　striking　the　Prince。
　Gaborn　had　been　watching　Borenson's　eyes；　and　now　he　ventured；　〃If　you　will　not　allow　me　to　rescind　my　father's　order；　then　I　mand　you　thus：　Wait　to　carry　it　out。　Wait　until　we　reach　Longmont；　and　I've　spoken　to　my　father。〃
　Gaborn　might　well　reach　the　castle　before　Borenson。　There；　the　King　would　be　able　to　settle　this　tangled　matter。
　Borenson　closed　his　eyes　and　hung　his　head　in　sign　of　acquiescence。　〃As　you　mand；　milord；〃　he　said。　Yet　a　horrible　sense　of　guilt　assailed。　He'd　been　ordered　to　kill　the　Dedicates　at　Castle　Sylvarresta；　and　if　he　slew　the　King　and　Iome　now；　he　would　thus　spare　other　lives；　he　would　spare　all　those　who　were　vectored　through　these　two。
　Yet　to　kill　Sylvarresta　would　be　cruel。　Borenson　did　not　want　to　murder　a　friend；　regardless　of　the　cost。　And　he　dared　not　raise　a　weapon　against　his　own　Prince。
　Bits　of　arguments　rushed　at　Borenson；　fragmented。　He　looked　up　at　King
　Sylvarresta；　who　had　stopped　moaning　in　fear；　just　as　a　jay　went　flying　over　the　King's　head　in　a　streak　of　blue。
　But　if　I　do　not　murder　these　two　now；　how　many　others　must　I　kill　in　the　Dedicates'　Keep？　How　many　endowments　has　Sylvarresta　taken？　Are　the　lives　of　these　two　worth　more　than　the　lives　of　their　Dedicates？
　What　harm　has　any　of　them　done？　Not　one　man　in　the　keep　would　willingly　toss　a　rotten　apple　at　one　of　our　people。　Yet　by　their　very　existence；　they　lend　power　to　Raj　Ahten。
　Borenson　clenched　his　teeth；　lost　in　thought。　Tears　began　to　water　his　eyes。
　You　will　make　me　kill　everyone　vectored　through　these　two；　Borenson　realized。　That　was　his　only　choice。　He　loved　his　Prince；　had　always　served　faithfully。
　I'll　do　it；　Borenson　thought；　though　I　hate　myself　forever　after。　I'll　do　it　for　you。
　No！　some　deep　part　of　his　mind　shouted。
　Borenson　opened　his　eyes；　stared　hard　at　Gaborn。
　Gaborn　let　go　the　reins　of　Borenson's　mount；　stood　testily；　as　if　he　was　still　ready　to　try　to　pull　Borenson　from　the　saddle　if　the　need　arose。
　〃Take　them　in　peace；　milord；〃　Borenson　said；　trying　to　hide　the　sadness　in　his　voice。　Immediately　Gaborn　relaxed。
　〃I'll　need　a　weapon；〃　Gaborn　said。　〃Can　I　borrow　one　of　yours？〃　Other　than　the　black　spear　in　Torin's　throat；　nothing　was　handy。
　The　warhorse　Borenson　rode　had　a　horseman's　hammer　sheathed　from　its　previous　owner。　It　was　an　inelegant　weapon。　Borenson　knew　that　Gaborn　preferred　a　saber；　for　he　liked　to　slash　and　thrust　quickly。　But　the　hammer　had　its　strengths：　against　an　armored　opponent；　one　could　easily　chop　through　chain　mail　or　pierce　a　helm。　The　saber　was　as　likely　to　snap　in　such　a　battle　as　to　pierce　a　man's　armor。
　Borenson　pulled　the　hammer；　tossed　it　to　Gaborn。　He　did　not　rest　easy　with　his　decisions。　Even　now；　he　barely　restrained　himself　from　attacking　Sylvarresta。　I　am　not　death；　Borenson　told　himself。　I　am　not　death。　It　is　not　my　duty　to　fight　my　Prince；　to　kill　kings。
　〃Hurry　to　Longmont；〃　Borenson　said　at　last　with　a　sigh。　〃I　smell　a　storm　ing。　It　will　hide　your　scent；　make　you　harder　to　track。　Take　the　main　road　south　at　first；　but　don't　follow　it　all　the　waythe　Hayworth　bridge　is　burned。　Go　instead　through　the　forest　until　you　reach　Ardamom's　Ridge；　then　cut　straight　south　to　the　Boar's　Ford。　Do　you　know　where　it　is？〃
　Gaborn　shook　his　head。　Of　course　he　did　not　know。
　〃I　know；〃　Iome　said。　Borenson　studied　her。　Cool；　confident；　despite　her　ugliness。　The　Princess　now　showed　no　fear。　At　least　she　knew　how　to　sit　a　horse。
　Borenson　urged　his　warhorse　forward　a　step；　pulled　the　longspear　from　poor　Torin's　neck；　snapped　it　off；　and　threw　the　bladed　end　to　the　Princess。　She　caught　it　in　one　hand。
　〃Won't　you　escort　us？〃　Gaborn　asked。
　Doesn't　he　understand　what　I　must　do？　Borenson　wondered。　Borenson　had　not　yet　confided　that　he　planned　to　slay　every　Dedicate　in　the　castle。
　No；　Borenson　decided。　Gaborn　didn't　know　what　he　planned。　The　lad　was　that　innocent。　Indeed；　if　the　Prince　had　even　the　slightest　notion　what　Borenson　intended；　Gaborn　would　try　to　stop　him。
　Yet　Borenson　couldn't　allow　that。　I'll　do　this　alone；　he　thought。　I'll　take　this　evil　upon　me；　stain　my　hands　with　blood　so　that　you　don't　have　to。
　〃I've　other　duties；〃　Borenson　said；　shaking　his　head。　He　soothed　the　Prince　with　a　lie。　〃I'll　shadow　Raj　Ahten's　army；　make　certain　he　doesn't　strike　some　unexpected　target。〃
　To　tell　the　truth；　part　of　him　wanted　to　escort　Gaborn；　to　see　him　safe　through　the　woods。　He　knew　the　Prince　would　need　help。　But　Borenson　did　not　trust　himself　to　lead　Gaborn　for　even　an　hour。　At　any　moment；　he　might　feel　the　need　to　turn　on　Gaborn；　to　kill　good　King　Sylvarresta。
　〃If　it　will　make　it　easier　for　you；〃　Gaborn　said；　〃when　I　reach　Longmont；　I'll　tell　my　father　that　I　never　saw　you　in　the　woods。　He　does　not　need　to　know。〃
　Borenson　nodded；　numb。
　
　Chapter　23
　THE　HUNT　BEGINS
　　
　Raj　Ahten　stood　above　his　dead　Invincible；　fists　clenched。　Downhill；　his　army　marched　for　Longmont；　archers　running　the　winding　road；　their　colored　tunics　making　them　look　like　a　golden　snake　twisting　through　a　black　forest。
　Chancellor　Jureem　knelt　over　the　fallen　soldier；　robes　smudged；　studying　tracks　in　the　ashes。　It　took　no　skill　to　see　what　had　happened：　One　man。　One　man　slew　his　master's　Invincible；　then　stole　his　horse；　rode　off　with　Gaborn；　King　Sylvarresta；　and　his　daughter。　Jureem　recognized　the　dead　mare　on　the　ground　nearby。　It　had　been　ridden　by　Orden's　surly　messenger。
　The　sight　sickened　him。　If　a　few　more　soldiers　had　kept　up　the　chase；　Gaborn　would　surely　have　fallen　into　their　hands。
　〃There　are　but　five　of　them；〃　Feykaald　said。　〃Heading　cross…country；　rather　than　over　the　road。　We　could　send　trackersa　dozen　or　so；　but　with　Orden's　soldiers　in　the　wood；　perhaps　we　should　just　let　them　go。。。〃
　Raj　Ahten　licked　his　lips。　Jureem　saw　that　Feykaald　couldn't　even　count。　Only　four　people　were　heading　over　the　trail。　His　master　had　lost　two　scouts　to　Gaborn　already；　along　with　war　dogs；　giants；　a　pyromancerand　now　an　Invincible。　Prince　Orden　looked　to　be　not　much　more　than　a　boy；　but　Jureem　began　to　wonder　if　he　had　secretly　taken　a　great　number　of　endowments。
　Raj　Ahten's　men　had　misjudged　King　Orden's　whelp　far　too　often。　From　the　mounts　he'd　chosen；　it　appeared　Gaborn　would　head　into　the　woods；　shun　the　highway。
　But　why？　Because　he　wanted　to　lead　Raj　Ahten　into　a　trap？　Did　the　boy　have　soldiers　hidden　in　the　forest？
　Or　did　he　merely　fear　to　travel　by　road？　Raj　Ahten　had　a　few　powerful　force　horses　left　in　his　retinue。　Fine　horses；　bred　for　the　plains　and　the　desert；　each　with　a　lineage　that　went　back　a　thousand　years。　Perhaps　the　lad　knew　his　mounts　could　not　outrun　the　Wolf　Lord's　horses　over　even　ground。
　But　Gaborn's　mountain　hunters；　running　without　armor；　with　their　thick　bones　and　strong　hindquarters；　would　be　almost　impossible　to　catch　in　this　terrain。　Jureem　suspected　that　Gaborn　and　Iome　would　know　these　woods　far　better　than　even　the　most　informed　spy。
　Jureem　drew　a　ragged　breath；　calculating　how　many　men　to　send。　Gaborn　Val　Orden　would　make　a　fine　hostage；　if　the　Wolf　Lord　found　things　at　Longmont　to　be　as　he　suspected。
　Though　the　woods　were　silent；　little　more　than　an　hour　ago　Jureem　had　heard　Orden's　war　horns　blow　in　the　Dunnwood。
　In　all　likelihood；　Gaborn　had　already　gained　the　pany　of　Orden's　soldiers；　was　surrounded　by　hundreds　of　guards。　Yet。。。he　could　not　just　let　Gaborn　go。　At　the　thought　of　Gaborn　escaping；　a　rage　burned　in　Jureem。　Mindless；　seething。
　〃We　should　send　men　to　find　the　boy；〃　Jureem　counseled。　〃Perhaps　a　hundred　of　our　best　scouts？〃
　Raj　Ahten　straightened　his　back。　〃No。　Get　twenty　of　my　best　Invincibles；　and　strip　their　horses　of　armor。　I'll　also　want　twenty　mastiffs　to　track　the　Prince。〃
　〃As　you　wish；　milord；〃　Jureem　said；　turning　away；　as　if　to　shout　the　orders　down　to　the　army　that　marched　below。　But　a　thought　hit　him。　〃Which　of　your　captains　shall　lead？〃
　〃I'll　be　the　captain；〃　Raj　Ahten；　said。　〃Hunting　the　Prince　should　prove　an　interesting　diversion。〃
　Jureem　glanced　at　him　sideways；　raising　a　single　dark　brow。　He　bowed　slightly；　in　acquiescence。　〃Do　you　think　it　wise；　milord？　Others　could　hunt　him。　Even　I　will　e。〃　The　thought　of　such　a　ride；　of　the　pain　his　buttocks　would　have　to　endure；　gave　Jureem　pause。
　〃Others　might　hunt　him；〃　Raj　Ahten　said；　〃but　none　as　tenaciously　as　I。〃
　　
　Chapter　24
　HOPE　FOR　A　RAGGED　PEOPLE
　　
　The　road　to　Longmont　turned　muddy　in　the　late　morning　as　storms　rolled　across　the　sky。　King　Orden　raced　south　all　the　way　to　the　village　of　Hayworth；　a　distance　of　ninety…eight　miles。　It　was　a　peaceful　town　spread　along　the　banks　of　the　River　Dwindell；　a　village　with　a　small　mill。　Green　hills　rolled　as　far　south　as　one　could　see；　each　hill　covered　in　broad　oaks。
　People　here　led　a　quiet　life。　Most　were　coopers　who　made　barrels　for　wine　and　grain。　In　the　spring；　when　the　river　swelled　in　flood；　one　could　often　see　men　on　rafts　made　from　hundreds　of　barrels　all　tied　together；　floating　their　goods　down　to　market。
　It