df.therunelords-第79部分
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When they reached Longmont； saw its long； high walls and foreboding towers； Myrrima almost wished she had not e。 It hurt to see the blight on the land； the charred ruins of the city before the castle； the burned farmhouses dotting the downs。
The hills and mountains to the north and northwest of Longmont were still part of the Dunnwood； covered in oak and aspen and pine。 But the hills south of the castle undulated like huge； gentle waves。 Grasslands； orchards； vineyards； and gardens covered these hills。
Fences made of piled stones or hedgerows of sturdy thorns divided the land into squares and rectangles； each of different colors； like the rags in a quilt。
But the land lay empty now。 Wherever a farmhouse or a barn or a dovecote had stood； now there squatted only a blackened ruin； like an open sore upon the land。 All the gardens and orchards had been harvested。 Not a cow or horse or pig or duck could be seen in the fields。
Myrrima understood why the people of Longmont had done it； why the soldiers had burned the town； salted their own wells。 They would not give succor to Heredon's enemies。 So they had destroyed everything of value near the castle。
This land。。。looked too much like the fertile fields of Bannisferre。 That was why Myrrima mourned it。 Seeing the houses black； the fields empty； gave her a chill； for it seemed a portent of the future。
When the wagon reached the castle gates； the gates stood closed。 The guards nervously watched the fields and hills to the west。
Seeing the men who stood on those walls； Myrrima became even more nervous。 If most of those defenders were mon boys like those she rode with； how could Orden hope to defend himself against Raj Ahten's Invincibles？
〃Who are you？ Where do you hail from？〃 a guard at the gate asked gruffly。
〃Bannisferre；〃 Wyeth Able shouted； raising his bow。 〃We've e to avenge the deaths of our people。〃
Above the gates； on the castle wall； stepped a man with a broad face； wide…set smoldering eyes。 He was dressed in full armor。 His fine breastplate was enameled with the image of the green knight； and he wore a cape of shimmering green samite； embroidered with gold。
King Orden。
〃Can you gentlemen hit anything with those bows？〃 Orden asked。 〃Raj Ahten's soldiers move quickly。〃
〃I've dropped my share of pigeons；〃 Wyeth answered。
Orden jutted a chin at Wyeth's portly figure。 〃I'd say you'd dropped more than your share of pigeons。 Wele。〃
Then his eyes lighted on Myrrima； and there was such admiration in them that his glance took her breath away。
〃And what have we here； a swordswoman？ A noble？〃
Myrrima looked down at her hands folded in her lap； more from shyness than from respect。
〃A friend。。。of your son's。 I'm betrothed to one of your guardBorenson。 I came to be with him。 I'm no swordswoman； but I can cook a good stew； and I can wrap bandages。〃
〃I see；〃 Orden said softly。 〃Borenson is a worthy man。 I had not known he was betrothed。〃
〃Only recently；〃 Myrrima said。
〃Milady； he has not reached the castle yet。 I'd hoped he would have e by now； but I left him with an assignment at Castle Sylvarresta。 I hope to see him shortly； but to tell the truth； Raj Ahten's troops will also reach us soon。 I cannot say who will reach us first。〃
〃Oh；〃 Myrrima said； thinking furiously。 Borenson did not expect her； and she had not imagined he would be occupied elsewhere。 She had no illusions about how well this battle might go。 But in the short time she'd had with Borenson； she'd grown to see how important devotion was to him。 It did not occur to her to think that he might have failed his mission； that Borenson might already have died。
She wanted to be with him now； in his hour of need。 For in her family； devotion to loved ones was all that had ever allowed them to survive。
Myrrima licked her lips。 〃I'll wait for him here； if you don't mind。〃
Chapter 38
THE HOPE
Just after dawn； Iome and Gaborn rode to the tiny village of Hobtown； twenty…two miles northwest of Longmont。 Hobtown was a collection of fifteen cottages with a smithy。 But on Saturdays； like today； a few farmers brought merchandise to town to exchange。
So when Gaborn； Iome； and King Sylvarresta rode into the village； a couple of people had already wakened。 The horses needed food and rest。
Iome spotted a young woman； perhaps twelve； digging onions and leeks from her garden。 Clover grew high next to the garden fence。 Iome called out； 〃Excuse me； good lady。 May we let our horses graze on your clover？〃
The girl said； 〃Of course； you're wele to。。。it。〃 She'd turned at the last moment； and froze at the sight of Iome。
〃Thank you；〃 Gaborn said。 〃We'd gladly pay； if we may purchase something for breakfast。〃
The girl turned； stared at Gaborn； pointedly avoiding the sight of Iome； trying to regain her posure。 〃I have bread from last night； and some meat；〃 she offered； delighted at the prospect of money。 In a farming munity such as this； barter was the norm； and a man could live from one season to the next without feeling the weight of a worn coin in his palm。
〃Please； that would be good；〃 Gaborn said。
The girl dropped her onion basket； ran into the house。
Iome tried to calm herself； to forget how the girl's slight had affected her； made her feel worthless and wretched。
Iome's father had drifted to sleep in the saddle last night。 Iome felt glad of it。 King Sylvarresta had fallen from his horse； spent much of the night sobbing。 Gaborn now held the King in the saddle in front of him； the way one might hold a child。
The mounts began to tear at the clover； ravenous。
Iome looked about。 The cottages here were of stone and wood； with thatch roofs。 Flowers and herbs grew from pots beneath windows made of real glass。 The few people in Hobtown seemed wealthy enough。
The town occupied a lovely meadow between the oak…covered hills。 Bachelor's buttons and pinks grew wild in the grass； alongside daisies。 Fat cattle grazed just outside town。 Rich。 This town is rich in contentment； Iome thought。
If Gaborn's fears proved true； Raj Ahten's army of reinforcements would march through this town today。 Something of great value would be lost； a sort of innocence。
Iome looked up； caught Gaborn smiling at her。 Yet only a moment before； the girl had put her hand to her mouth in horror at the sight of Iome。
Iome feared she'd never be beautiful again。 Yet when Gaborn turned his gaze on her； he made her feel that she'd never lost her glamour。
〃How do you do that？〃 Iome said； grateful for his attention。
〃Do what？〃
〃How do you look at me like that and make me feel beautiful？〃
〃Let me ask you another question；〃 Gaborn said。 〃In Internook； a woman must have flaxen hair to be beautiful； but in Fleeds she must have red hair and freckles。 In Mystarria； our people have long admired women with wide hips and pendulous breasts。 But here in Heredon； beautiful women must have small； pert breasts and boyish figures。〃
〃All over Rofehavan； women must be pale to be beautiful。 But in Deyazz they must be dark and brown。 Also in Deyazz； the women wear heavy golden earrings that pull down the ears。 But here； such enlarged ears would seem grotesque。〃
〃So I ask you； who is right？ Are all these women really beautiful； or are they all ugly； or are they all the same？〃
Iome considered。 〃Perhaps physical beauty is only an illusion；〃 she said。 〃And you look beyond the illusion？〃
〃I do not think beauty is an illusion；〃 Gaborn said。 〃It's just so mon； we often don't see it。 It is like these meadows： We as travelers see the flowers； but the townsfolk probably seldom notice how handsome their lands are。〃
Iome countered； 〃But what if our beauty is taken from us； and there is nothing left to see？〃
Gaborn's horse stood next to hers； and it shifted its feet； so Gaborn's knee suddenly touched Iome's。 〃Then you should rejoice；〃 Gaborn said。 〃People can be beautiful on the inside； too。 And when they feel most bereft of outer beauty； then they so long to be beautiful that they rearrange their hearts。 And beauty springs from them； like these flowers spring from this field。〃
〃When I look inside you；〃 Gaborn said； staring at her； staring into her； 〃I see your people smiling。 You love their smiles； above all。 How can I not love what is in your heart？〃
〃Where did you get such strange ideas？〃 Iome said； wondering at his last words； wondering how he had managed to capture her love and hope for her people in so few words。
〃From Hearthmaster Ibirmarle； who taught me in the Room of the Heart。〃
Iome smiled。 〃I should like to meet him someday； and thank him。 But I begin to wonder about you； Gaborn。 In the House of Understanding you studied in the Room of the Hearta strange place for a Runelord to spend his time。 Why spend your time among troubadours and philosophers？〃
〃I studied in many placesthe Room of Faces； the Room of Feet。〃
〃To learn the ways of actors and travelers？ Why not the Room of Arms； and the Room of Gold？〃
Gaborn said； 〃I received training in arms from my father and from the palace guards； and I found the Room of Gold。。。boring； with all those little merchant princes watching one another with such envy。〃
Iome smiled at Gaborn； bemused。
Presently the girl issued from her cottage with some scones and meat； and three fresh figs。 Gaborn paid her； warned her that Raj Ahten's army might pass this way in a matter of hours； then let the horses walk for a while。
They stopped outside town； beneath a tree； and let the horses drink from a pool beside the highway。 Gaborn watched Iome eat in silence。 He tried to rouse the King； so he might eat too； but Iome's father remained asleep。
So Gaborn saved some bread； meat； and a fig in his pocket。 Ahead of them； the mountains rose dark blue and threatening。 Iome had never been so far south。 She knew of Harm's Gorge； of the deep canyon just beyond the mountains； which divided much of the realm。
She'd always wanted to see it。 The road； she'd been told； was very dangerous。 For miles it consisted of a narrow track beside a precipice。 The duskins had carved that road centuries ago； made the great bridge across Harm's River。
〃I still think it odd；〃 Iome said； 〃that you spent your time schooling in the Room of the Heart
