tg.stone of tears-第128部分

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　A　few　other　men　were　shoving　at　Mosle；　urging　him　to　go　on　with　their　grievances。　‘It　means　you　can　order　us；　it　doesn’t　mean　you　know　what　you’re　doing。’
　
　Kahlan　let　out　a　sigh　and　pulled　some　blood…stiffened　hair　back；　hooking　it　behind　an　ear。　‘I　don’t　have　the　time；　today；　to　tell　you　of　all　the　training　I’ve　had；　or　of　all　the　fighting　against　impossible　odds　I’ve　been　through；　or　the　men　I’ve　had　to　kill　in　that　fighting。
　
　‘I　would　tell　you　only　that　last　night；　I　went　alone　to　the　camp　of　the　Imperial　Order　to　save　your　life。　The　men　of　the　Order；　D’Harans；　fear　the　things　of　the　night；　spirits；　and　for　protection　from　that　and　to　assist　them；　they　had　a　wizard　in　their　pany。　Had　you；　in　your　confidence　of　battle　knowledge；　tried　to　attack　those　men；　that　wizard　would　have　known　what　you　were　doing；　and　probably　used　magic　to　kill　you　all。’
　
　Mosle’s　defiant　expression　didn’t　diminish；　but　some　of　the　others　broke　into　worried　whispers。　Fighting　against　steel　was　one　thing；　fighting　against　magic　quite　another。
　
　Captain　Ryan　stepped　forward。　‘The　Mother　Confessor　killed　the　wizard；’　he　said　with　pride。　There　were　relieved　sighs　among　the　men。　‘If　it　hadn’t　been　for　her　experience；　we　would　have　marched　to　our　deaths　without　even　having　the　chance　to　lay　steel　to　steel。　I；　for　one；　intend　to　follow　those　I’ve　sworn　my　life　to　serve：　my　land；　my　queen；　the　Midlands；　and　the　Mother　Confessor。
　
　‘We’re　going　to　stop　this　threat　against　the　Midlands；　and　we’re　going　to　do　it　by　following　those　we　are　sworn　to　follow。　We　go　into　battle　under　the　mand　of　the　Mother　Confessor。’
　
　‘I’m　a　soldier　in　the　Galean　army！’　Mosle　seemed　only　to　get　more　defiant。　‘Not　a　soldier　in　any　Midlands　army！　I　fight　for　Galea；　not　to　protect　lands　like　Kelton！’　Kahlan　watched　as　other　men　shouted　their　agreement。　‘This　army；　the　Imperial　Order；　or　whatever　they　call　themselves；　is　marching　toward　the　border。　Cellion　is　a　border　city；　and　most　of　it’s　on　the　other　side　of　the　river；　in　Kelton！　Most　of　its　citizens　are　Keltish！　Why　should　we　die　for　the　Keltans？’
　
　Men　in　the　crowd　were　starting　to　argue　with　one　another。　Captain　Ryan’s　face　was　red。　‘Mosle；　you’re　a　disgrace　to　。。。！’
　
　Kahlan　held　a　hand　out　to　silence　him。　‘No；　soldier　Mosle　is　only　speaking　as　he　believes；　as　I　asked　him　to。　You　men　must　understand　me。　I’m　not　ordering　you　to　do　this。　I’m　asking　you　to　fight　for　the　lives　of　innocent　people　of　the　Midlands。　Tens　of　thousands　of　your　fellow　soldiers　have　already　died　in　this　battle。　I　would　not　ask　you　to　lay　down　your　lives　for　something　you　do　not　believe　in。　Most　who　go　into　this　war　will　die。
　
　‘It’s　your　decision　to　stay　or　not。　You　are　not　manded　to　stay。　But　if　you　choose　to　stay；　it　will　be　under　my　mand。　I　want　no　man　with　us　who　does　not　believe　in　what　we　do。
　
　‘Decide　now；　if　you　will　be　with　us　or　not。　If　not；　then　you　are　free　to　go；　because　you　will　be　of　no　help　to　your　rades。’
　
　Her　voice　turned　as　cold　as　the　thin　morning　air。　‘If　you　decide　to　go　with　me　into　this　war；　then　you　will　follow　the　orders　of　your　superiors。　In　the　Midlands；　there　is　no　one　to　outrank　me。　You　will　follow　my　orders　without　question；　or　your　punishment　will　be　unsparing。　Too　much　is　at　stake　to　have　to　suffer　men　who　can’t　follow　orders。
　
　‘If　I　say　you　will　do　something；　then　you　will　do　it；　even　if　you　know　it’s　to　cost　you　your　life；　because　it’s　to　save　many　more　lives。　I　give　no　orders　without　sound　reason；　but　I　won’t　always　have　time　to　explain　them。　Your　duty　is　to　trust　in　your　superiors　and　do　as　you’re　told。’
　
　She　held　out　a　finger　and　swept　it　slowly　over　their　heads。　‘Choose；　then。　With　us；　or　not。　But　choose　this　day　for　all　time。’
　
　Kahlan　drew　her　hands　back　inside　her　warm　fur　mantle　and　waited　in　silence　while　men　discussed　and　argued　among　themselves。　Tempers　flared；　and　angry　oaths　were　given。　Men　gathered　around　Mosle；　and　others　moved　away　from　him。
　
　‘I’m　leaving；　then；’　Mosle　called　out　to　the　others。　He　thrust　his　fist　in　the　air。　‘I’ll　follow　no　woman　into　battle；　no　matter　who　she　is！　Who’s　leaving　with　me！’
　
　About　sixty　or　seventy　men　gathered　about　cheered　their　support　for　him。
　
　‘Go；　then；’　Kahlan　manded。　‘Before　you　bee　caught　up　in　a　battle　you　do　not　believe　in。’
　
　Having　made　their　choice；　Mosle　and　the　men　with　him　cast　her　glares　of　contempt。　He　swaggered　forward。　‘We’ll　leave　as　soon　as　we　can　get　our　things　together。　We’ll　not　be　rushed　out　on　your　word。’
　
　The　men　in　the　crowd　pushed　in。　Before　it　came　to　blows　Kahlan　held　her　hand　up。　‘Stop！　Let　them　be。　They’ve　made　their　choice。　Let　them　get　their　things　and　be　gone。’
　
　Mosle　turned　and　pushed　his　way　back　through　the　throng；　his　new　men　in　tow。　As　they　left　the　gathered　soldiers；　Kahlan　carefully　counted　their　numbers。　Sixty…seven。　Sixty…seven　who　would　leave。
　
　She　looked　out　at　all　the　faces。　Any　more？　Do　any　more　wish　to　leave？’　No　one　moved　a　muscle。　Then　do　all　of　you　wish　to　join　in　this　fight？’　A　united　cheer　went　up。　‘So　be　it。　I　wish　I　did　not　have　to　call　upon　you　men　to　do　this；　but　there　is　no　one　else　to　ask。　My　heart　weeps　for　those　of　you　who　will　die。　Know　that　none　of　those　who　live　will　ever　forget　the　sacrifice　you　make　for　them　and　the　people　of　the　Midlands。’
　
　From　the　corner　of　her　eye；　she　watched　the　sixty…seven　men　moving　among　the　wagons；　taking　the　supplies　they　thought　they　would　need。　And　now；　to　what　must　be　done。’
　
　Slowly；　she　shook　her　head。　‘You　men　must　understand　what　it　is　I　call　upon　you　to　do。　It　is　no　glorious　battle；　as　you　think；　where　you　move　like　pieces　on　a　game　board。　No　tactics　to　outwit　an　opponent　in　a　grand　engagement。　We　will　not　face　them　in　the　field　of　battle；　but　kill　them　in　every　other　way。’
　
　‘But　Mother　Confessor；’　someone　near　the　front　timidly　called　out；　‘it’s　the　code　of　honor　for　soldiers　to　face　one　another　in　battle；　to　best　him　in　a　fair　fight。’
　
　There　is　nothing　fair　about　having　to　fight　in　war。　The　only　fair　thing　would　be　to　live　in　peace。　The　purpose　of　war　is　singular：　to　kill。
　
　‘You　must　all　understand　this；　for　it’s　central　to　your　survival。　There　is　no　honor　in　killing；　no　matter　the　method。　Dead　is　dead。　Killing　your　enemy　in　war　is　done　to　protect　the　lives　of　those　for　whom　you　fight。　Their　lives　are　no　better　protected　by　killing　your　enemy　sword　to　sword　than　by　slaying　him　while　he　sleeps；　but　only　put　at　risk　by　it。
　
　There　is　no　glory　in　this　task。　It’s　an　onerous　deed。　We　do　not　intend　to　give　them　a　chance　to　engage　in　pitched　battle；　to　see　who　is　the　better　at　the　game。　Our　chore　is　simply　to　kill　them。
　
　‘If　you　have　difficulty　seeing　the　right　of　this；　then　I　call　upon　you　to　consider　the　honor　of　the　soldiers　you　are　up　against。　Consider　them　as　they　stood　waiting　in　gangs　to　rape　your　mothers　and　sisters。　Consider　what　your　mothers　and　sisters　in　Ebinissia　thought　of　honor　as　they　were　tortured　and　raped　and　slaughtered。’
　
　The　chill　of　her　words　sent　visible　shudders　through　the　stone…silent　men。　Kahlan　had　to　restrain　herself　from　bringing　any　more　horror　to　their　eyes；　but　before　her　still　floated　the　vision　of　the　young　women　in　the　palace。
　
　‘If　the　enemy　is　looking　the　other　way；　so　much　the　better；　because　they　will　not　thrust　a　knife　into　you。　If　it　is　from　a　distance；　with　an　arrow；　so　much　the　better；　because　they　will　not　have　a　chance　to　impale　you　on　an　argon。　If　it　is　while　they　have　food　in　their　mouths；　so　much　the　better；　because　they　will　not　be　able　to　raise　an　alarm。　If　it　is　while　they　are　sleeping；　so　much　the　better；　because　they　will　not　have　a　chance　to　cleave　you　with　their　sword。
　
　‘Last　night；　my　horse　crushed　the　head　of　one　of　the　D’Haran　manders。　There　was　no　glory　in　that；　no　honor；　only　the　knowledge　that　perhaps　that　deed　will　prevent　some　of　you　from　dying　by　his　hand　and　wits。　In　that；　my　heart　sings　with　joy。　Joy　that　maybe　it　has　saved　some　of　your　precious　lives。
　
　‘What　we　do　is　done　to　save　the　lives　of　men　and　women　yet　alive　and　yet　unborn。　You　saw　what　was　done　to　the　people　in　Ebinissia。　Remember　the　faces　of　those　dead。　Remember　the　way　they　died；　and　the　horror　they　suffered　before　they　did。　Remember　those　soldiers　captured；　and　beheaded。
　
　‘It　is　up　to　us　to　prevent　that　from　happening　to　any　more　people。　To　do　that；　we　must　kill　these　men。　There　is　no　glory　in　the　doing。　Only　survival。’
　
　In　the　back；　two　men　gestured　obscenely　to　those　around　them　and　walked　off　to　join　with　Mosle’s　men。　Sixty…nine。　But　the　rest　stood　in　firm　resolution　to　take　up　the　fight。
　
　The　time　had　e。　She　had　dissuaded　them　from　their　raw　thoughts　of　glorious　battle；　and　told　them　of　the　true　nature　of　their　task。　She　had　brought　most　to　an　understanding　of　the　larger　temper　of　the　battle　ahead。　She　had　told　them　some　of　what　must　be　done。　She　had　brought　them　to　a　more　focused　understanding　of　their　importance　in　the　scheme　of　this　struggle。
　
　The　time　had　e　to　charge　them　irreversibly　to　the　burden；　to　forge　them　into　an　instrument　of　retribution　that　could　annihilate　the　threat。
　
　Kahlan　opened　her　arms　to　the　men　before　her；　her　blood　soaked　mantle　hanging　limp。
　
　‘I　am　dead；’　she　called　to　the　gray　sky。　Frowning；　they　all　leaned　in　a　little。　‘What　has　happened　to　my　countrymen；　my　countrywomen　…　my　fathers；　sons；　mothers；　and　daughters　…has　slain　me。　The　agony　of　their　slaughter　has　mortally　wounded　my　heart。’
　
　Her　arms　spread　wider　as　her　voice　rose　in　wrath。
　
　‘Only　vengeance　can　restore　me！　Only　victory　can　return　my　life　to　me！’
　
　She　gazed　into　all　the　wide　eyes　staring　back。　‘I　am　the　Mother　Confessor　of　the　Midlands。　I　am　your　mothers；　your　sisters；　your　daughters　yet　unborn。　I　call　upon　you　to　die　with　me；　and　live　again　only　by　avenging　me。’
　
　Kahlan　swept　a　hand　out。　Those　of　you　who　join　with　me　in　this　are　dead　with　me。　Our　lives　can　be　returned　only　through　vengeance。　As　long　as　one　of　our　enemy　lives；　we　are　dead。　We　have　no　life　to　lose　in　this　battle；　for　our　lives　are　already　lost；　here；　today；　now。　O