tg.stone of tears-第114部分

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show　him　his　Han。’　Her　cheek　brushed　his　as　she　whispered　into　his　ear。　‘But　he　didn’t　know　how　to　control　his　gift。　I　created　a　vacuum　in　the　quillion。’　She　drew　back　to　appraise　his　eyes。　‘It　sucked　the　life　right　out　of　him。　Sucked　the　gift　right　out　of　him。　It’s　mine；　now。’
　
　He　studied　her　eyes　a　time　before　glancing　down　at　the　body。　‘I　don’t　recall　seeing　him　before。’
　
　She　continued　to　whisper　to　him　from　only　inches　away。　‘Don’t　play　games　with　me；　Jedidiah。　What　you　really　mean　is；　where　did　I　find　him；　and　why　haven’t　the　Sisters；　if　he　has　the　gift。’
　
　He　shrugged　nonchalantly。　‘If　he　has　the　gift；　why　isn’t　he　collared？’
　
　She　cocked　her　head　to　the　side。　‘Because　he　is　so　young。　His　Han　is　too　weak　to　be　detected　by　the　other　Sisters。’　She　tilted　her　head　to　the　other　side。　‘But　not　by　me。’　She　touched　her　nose　to　his。　‘He　was　right　here　in　the　city。　Right　under　their　noses。　Probably　the　offspring　of　a　dalliance　by　one　of　you　naughty　boys。’
　
　‘Very　efficient。　Saves　having　to　bother　with　reports。　Avoids　awkward　questions。’
　
　She　glanced　down　at　the　body。　‘Be　a　good　boy；　and　dispose　of　him　for　me。　I　found　him　living　in　squalor；　down　near　the　river。　Dump　him　back　there。　No　one　will　think　anything　of　it。’
　
　He　lifted　an　eyebrow。　‘You　wish　me　to　clean　up　after　you？’
　
　She　ran　a　finger　down　his　neck　and　across　his　throat；　across　his　Rada’Han。　‘You　make　a　serious　mistake；　Jedidiah；　if　you　think　of　me　as　a　mere　Sister。　I　have　the　male　gift　now；　same　as　you。　And　I　know　how　to　use　it。　You　wouldn’t　believe　how　much　that　power　increases　when　you　add　the　Han　of　another。’
　
　‘It　would　appear　that　you　are　being　a　Sister　to　be　reckoned　with。　A　wise　person　would　take　care　with　you。’
　
　She　patted　his　cheek。　‘Smart　boy；　Jedidiah。’
　
　She　gave　him　a　little　frown　as　she　slipped　her　hands　to　his　waist。　‘You　know；　Jedidiah；　you　may　think　of　yourself　as　powerful　in　the　gift；　but　I　think　you　should　worry　about　that。　You　have　never　had　one　to　challenge　your　abilities　before；　your　rightful　place　among　the　wizards　here；　but　a　new　one　es。　He　will　be　here　soon；　and　you　have　never　seen　one　like　this　before。　I　think　you　may　no　longer　be　the　pride　of　the　palace。’
　
　His　countenance　showed　no　reaction；　but　his　face　slowly　heated　to　red。　He　lifted　the　statue。　‘Well；　you　did　say　you　would　like　to　teach　me。’
　
　She　waggled　a　finger　in　front　of　his　face。　‘Uh；　uh；　uh。　He　is　mine。　You　may　have　another。　Any　gift　will　swell　your　power；　but　this　one　is　mine。’
　
　He　waggled　the　statue　in　front　of　her　face。　‘She　might　have　something　to　say　about　that。　She　has　plans　of　her　own。　Plans　for　him。’
　
　She　smiled　with　one　side　of　her　mouth。　‘I　know。　And　you　are　going　to　keep　me　informed　of　her　plans。’
　
　He　lifted　an　eyebrow。’　You　have　plans　for　me？’
　
　The　smile　grew　to　both　sides　of　her　mouth。　‘Very　special　plans。’　Her　hands　roamed　lower　down　the　sides　of　his　hips；　feeling　the　firmness　of　his　young　muscles　under　his　robes。　‘You’re　good　with　your　hands；　good　at　making　things；　making　things　in　metal。　I　have　something　I　want　you　to　make　for　me。　Something　invested　with　magic。　I　hear　that’s　one　of　your　talents　with　the　gift。’
　
　‘You　wish　a　trinket；　an　amulet；　perhaps；　in　silver；　or　gold？’
　
　‘No；　no；　dear　boy。　You’re　to　make　it　from　steel。　You’re　to　gather　the　steel　of　a　hundred　sword　points。　Very　special　sword　points。　Sword　points　from　the　armory：　old　ones；　ones　that　have　been　used。　Ones　that　have　pierced　flesh　in　bat。’
　
　He　arched　an　eyebrow。　And　what　is　it　you　wish　made？’
　
　She　slid　a　hand　up　the　inside　of　his　thigh。　‘We’ll　talk　about　it　later。’
　
　She　smiled　at　how　quickly　he　responded　to　her　touch。　‘You　must　be　lonely；　since　Margaret　ran　away。　Sooo　lonely。　I　think　you　need　a　friend　who　understands　you。　Did　you　know；　Jedidiah；　that　with　the　male　Han　es　a　unique　understanding　of　the　male？　I　now　understand　in　a　new　light　what　it　is　that　men　appreciate。　I　think　we’re　going　to　be　very　special　friends。　As　a　special　friend；　you　get　the　reward　before　performing　the　task。’
　
　She　trickled　a　thread　of　magic　into　him；　focusing　it　where　it　would　do　the　most　good。　Her　smile　widened　as　his　head　rolled　back。　His　eyes　closed　and　he　let　out　a　throaty　groan；　and　then　gasped。　Panting；　he　clutched　his　hands　to　her　bottom；　drawing　her　to　him；　and　crushed　his　open　mouth　to　hers。
　
　She　kicked　the　body　out　of　her　way　as　she　let　him　force　her　to　the　straw…covered　floor。
　
　
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　The　wolverine　grew　larger　in　his　vision。　The　arrow　waited　for　the　flat；　dark　head　to　lift。　A　low　growl　came　from　behind　his　left　shoulder。
　
　‘Quiet！’　Richard　hissed。
　
　The　gar　fell　silent。　The　wolverine’s　head　rose。　With　a　zip；　the　arrow　was　away。　Wings　aquiver；　the　little　gar　bounced　on　the　balls　of　its　feet；　its　attention　riveted　to　the　flight　of　the　arrow。
　
　‘Wait；’　he　whispered。　The　gar　froze。
　
　With　a　solid　thunk；　the　arrow　found　its　target。　The　gar　squealed　in　glee。　Wings　spreading　and　flapping；　it　bounced　higher　and　turned　to　him。　Richard　leaned　close　and　pointed　a　finger　at　the　gar’s　wrinkly　nose。　The　gar　watched　him　attentively。
　
　‘All　right；　but　you　bring　me　back　my　arrow。’
　
　Head　bobbing　in　quick　agreement；　the　gar　bounded　into　the　air。　Richard　watched　by　the　dim；　early　dawn　light　as　it　swooped　down　on　the　dead　quarry；　pouncing　as　if　it　were　about　to　escape。　Fur　flew　as　claws　ripped。　The　dark　silhouette　lowered；　its　wings　folding　against　its　back；　as　it　hunched　over　the　prey；　growling　and　pulling　its　meal　apart。
　
　Richard　turned　from　the　sight　and　watched　instead　the　streaks　of　cloud　change　color　against　the　brightening　sky。　Sister　Verna　would　be　awake　soon。　He　still　stood　his　watch　despite　her　insistence　that　it　wasn’t　necessary。
　
　She　finally　relented；　but　he　knew　she　was　angry　because　he　wouldn’t　back　down。　That　made　her　angry。　What　didn’t？　She　was　more　angry　than　usual　since　ing　through　the　valley　the　day　before。　She　was　silently　livid。
　
　Richard　glanced　toward　the　little　gar　to　see　it　was　still　eating。　How　it　had　managed　to　follow　him　through　the　Valley　of　the　Lost；　he　couldn’t　imagine。　He　had　thought　it　was　a　mistake　to　keep　feeding　it　before　they　reached　the　valley；　but　he　felt　responsible　for　it。　Every　night　when　he　had　taken　his　watch；　it　had　e　to　him；　and　he　had　hunted　food　for　it。　He　had　thought　he　had　seen　the　last　of　it　when　they　crossed　over　into　the　Old　World；　but　somehow；　it　had　followed。
　
　The　little　gar　was　passionately　devoted　to　him　when　he　was　on　watch。　It　ate　with　him；　played　with　him；　and　slept　at　his　feet；　if　not　on　them。　When　his　watch　was　over；　it　hardly　made　a　fuss　about　him　leaving。　Richard　never　once　saw　the　gar　at　any　other　time。　It　seemed　to　instinctively　know　to　stay　away　from　the　Sister；　to　avoid　letting　her　see　it。　Richard　was　reasonably　certain　she　would　try　to　kill　it。　Maybe　the　gar　knew　that。
　
　He　was　continually　surprised　by　the　intelligence　of　the　furry　little　beast。　It　learned　faster　than　any　animal　he　had　ever　seen。　Kahlan　had　told　him　that　short…tailed　gars　were　smart。　Now　he　knew　how　right　she　was。
　
　He　had　only　to　show　it　something　once　or　twice　to　make　it　understand。　It　was　learning　to　understand　his　words；　and　tried　to　imitate　them；　although　it　didn’t　seem　to　have　the　capacity　for　speech。　Some　of　its　sounds　came　strangely　close。
　
　Richard　didn’t　know　what　to　do　about　the　gar。　He　thought　perhaps　it　should　strike　out　on　its　own；　learn　to　hunt　and　survive；　but　it　wouldn’t　leave；　it　followed；　out　of　sight；　wherever　they　went；　even　through　danger。　Perhaps　it　was　too　young　to　get　by　on　its　own。　Maybe　it　saw　Richard　as　its　only　way　to　survive。　Maybe　it　saw　him　as　a　surrogate　mother。
　
　In　truth；　Richard　didn’t　really　want　it　to　leave。　It　had　bee　a　friend　as　they　had　traveled　through　the　wilds。　It　gave　him　unconditional　love；　never　criticized　him；　and　never　argued　with　him。　It　felt　good　to　have　a　friend。　How　could　he　deny　the　same　thing　to　the　gar？
　
　The　flap　of　wings　brought　him　out　of　his　thoughts。　The　gar　thumped　to　the　ground　before　him。　It　had　gained　a　lot　of　weight　since　Richard　had　first　found　it。　He　would　have　sworn　it　had　grown　nearly　half　a　foot；　too。
　
　The　sinew　under　the　pink　skin　of　its　chest　and　belly　had　bee　taut；　and　its　arms　were　no　longer　all　hide　and　bone；　as　they　had　been；　but　were　thickening　with　muscle。
　
　He　was　afraid　to　think　of　how　big　it　would　eventually　get。　He　hoped　it　would　be　on　its　own　by　then。　Hunting　enough　food　to　feed　a　full…grown　short…tailed　gar　would　be　a　full…time　occupation。
　
　After　wiping　the　shaft　on　its　fur…covered　thigh　to　clean　off　the　blood；　the　gar　flashed　Richard　its　hideous；　bloodstained　grin　and　held　out　the　arrow。　Richard　pointed　over　his　shoulder。
　
　‘I　don’t　want　it。　Put　it　back　where　it　belongs。’
　
　The　gar　reached　over　Richard’s　shoulder　and　slid　the　arrow　back　into　the　quiver　that　leaned　against　a　stump。　It　contorted　its　features；　seemingly　to　question　if　it　had　done　it　correctly。　Richard　smiled　as　he　patted　its　full　belly。
　
　‘Good　boy。　You　did　it　right。’
　
　The　gar　flopped　happily　on　the　ground　at　his　feet；　contenting　itself　with　licking　blood　from　its　claws　and　coarse　fur。　When　it　finished；　it　laid　its　long　arms　over　Richard’s　lap；　and　rested　its　head　on　them。
　
　‘You　need　a　name。’　The　gar　looked　up；　cocking　its　head　to　the　side。　Its　tufted　ears　turned　toward　him。　‘Name。’　He　tapped　his　chest。　‘My　name　is　Richard。’　The　gar　reached　out　and　tapped　Richard’s　chest　in　imitation。　‘Richard。　Richard。’
　
　It　cocked　its　head　to　the　other　side。　‘Raaaa；’　it　growled　through　sharp　fangs；　its　ears　twitching。
　
　Richard　nodded。　‘Rich　。。。　ard。’
　
　It　tapped　Richard’s　chest　again。　‘Raaaa　gurrrr；’　it　said　in　its　throaty　growl；　this　time　showing　less　teeth。
　
　‘Rich　。。。　ard。’
　
　‘Raaaach　aaarg。’
　
　Richard　laughed。　That’s　close。　Now；　what　are　we　going　to　call　you？’　Richard　thought　about　it；　trying　to　think　of　something　appropriate。　The　gar　sat；　its　brow　bunched　into　deep　furrows；　watching　him　intently。　After　a　moment；　it　took　Richard’s　hand　and　tapped　it　against　his　chest。