df.therunelords-第111部分
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e Days all huddled a few yards off to the side； watching the scene with studied patience。
The idiot King Sylvarresta had e off his horse； was in the circle of spears； fawning over King Orden； gazing about dumbly； as if to beg for help。
A sense of horror and desolation swept Borenson； so that he cried out in astonishment and despair。
The fallen castle； the fallen king。
I may have killed him； Borenson thought wildlymy own king。 Orden had fought Raj Ahten hand…to…hand； and lost。 I could have followed my king's orders； slain all the Dedicates。 Had I obeyed in every detail； perhaps it would have changed something。 Perhaps Raj Ahten would have died in that battle。
I let my king die。
The guilt that welled up in Borenson was a wild thing； a storm that came from everywhere and seemed to uproot every fiber of his sanity。
An ancient law in Mystarria said the last mand of a king must be obeyed； even if the king falls in battle。 The mand must be obeyed。
The air seemed to grow thick around Borenson。 From deep in his throat； the battle chuckle issued as he lowered his lance； flipped down the visor of his helm with a rapid nod of his chin； then spurred his horse into a gallop。
His lips clenched tight against his teeth。
White had fallen from gray clouds earlier。 Soft cold。 Frozen beauty； covering everything； sparkling when a patch of sunlight struck it。
King Sylvarresta gaped in wonder； sometimes moaning in delight when he saw a new beautythe mounds of snow crusting a pool in the road； or clumps of melting snow dropping from a tree。 He had no word for 〃snow；〃 could not recall it。
Everything seemed new； brimming with wonder。 He felt very tired； but could not sleep once he came to the castle。
There were too many oddities here； people behind him crying out in pain。 He looked at the castle； saw fallen towers。 He could only marvel at how they had fallen。
A woman led his horse up a hill； to a great tree where spears stood about in a circle。
Sylvarresta listened to the young man talk to the woman； then gazed up in the tree。 An orange cat； the kind of half…wild mouser mon to farms； sat on a branch； staring down at him。 It stood； arched its back； then walked out on a huge limb above King Sylvarresta； its tail twisting in the air。 It meowed hungrily and gazed at something on the ground。
King Sylvarresta followed its gaze； noticed a man lying on the ground； under a shimmering green cape。 He recognized that royal cape； the one that had mesmerized him just this morning。 He recognized the man beneath it。
King Orden。 His friend。
At the same moment； he knew something was profoundly wrong。 Orden did not move。 His chest did not fall and rise。 He only clasped his hands over a blue flower。
In an instant Sylvarresta's world shattered。 He remembered what this was； dredged it up from some deep place where all horrors lay hidden。
He shouted wordlessly； not knowing the name for this thing； and leapt from his horse。 He hit the ground； scrambled over the snow； sliding in the muck； till he broke through the fence of spears that stuck in the ground； reached Orden's hand。
Orden's cold fingers held a single flower； blue as sky。 Sylvarresta grasped the cold fingers； picked them up and tried to get them to move。 Reached for Orden's cheek； stroked it； to find it as cold as the rest of him。
Sylvarresta cried； and turned back； to discover whether the others knew this great dark secret； knew of this beast that stalked them all。
As he caught the eyes of the young man and the woman； he saw horror there。
〃Yes；〃 the young man said softly。 〃Death。 He is dead。〃
Yes； they knew the secret。
The woman said in a sad if scolding tone； 〃Fatheroh please； e away from there！〃
In the fields below； a knight rode a great warhorse； speeding toward them like an arrow； his visor and his lance lowered。 So swift he came。 So swift。
Sylvarresta shouted the great secret。 〃Death！〃
Chapter 58
BROKEN MEN
Gaborn heard the thud of hoofbeats； the ringing of mail as links clanged against one another。 He had thought it only a local knight riding across the downsuntil he recognized the throaty battle chuckle； a sound that filled him with dread。
Gaborn had been watching King Sylvarresta； shocked and saddened that the poor fool； though he knew almost nothing at all； had been forced to confront mortality。 It felt like watching a child get torn apart by dogs。
Gaborn only had time to push Iome behind him； spin and raise a hand to shout 〃No！〃
Then Borenson's gray steed thundered past； its armor rattling。 Huge。 Unstoppable。
Borenson's lance was lowered on the far side of the horse； twenty feet of polished white ash with its blackened steel tip at the end。 Gaborn thought of throwing himself forward； pushing that lance tip away。
But Borenson raced past before Gaborn could act。
Gaborn stood but thirty feet from King Sylvarresta； yet time seemed to slow in that second。
Gaborn had seen Borenson joust a hundred times。 The man had a steady hand； a deft touch。 He could skewer a plum off a fence post with a lance； even on a force horse galloping sixty miles an hour。
Borenson approached with his lance low； as if he'd go for a stomach wound； and Gaborn saw him raise it just a bit； holding steady； aiming at Sylvarresta's heart。
For his part； Sylvarresta seemed not to recognize what was happening。 The King's face had twisted in a grimace； for he'd just remembered the one thing Gaborn had hoped he'd never e to learn； and he had been shouting the word 〃death；〃 though he could not have foreseen his own。
Then the steed bore down on Sylvarresta。 Borenson pulled his lance to the right a fraction of an inch； so it would not graze one of the spears in Gaborn's spear wall。
Then the horse charged through the spear wall； sent some shafts flying； shattered others。 Almost at that same moment； the tip of Borenson's lance took King Sylvarresta just below the sternum。
The spear entered deftly； pushing the King backward and lifting him from his feet。
Borenson let the lance slide ten feet through the King's chest； so the tapering wood spread his ribs open wide； then suddenly released the haft and leaned clear of the dying man。
The horse thundered two steps； leapt the corpse of Gaborn's father； crashed through the far wall of spears； and charged on past the trunk of the huge oak tree。
King Sylvarresta stood a moment； blinking stupidly at the huge lance that skewered him； staring in wonder at his own blood as it spurted over the polished white ash。 Then his knees buckled。 His head sagged； and he pitched to his left。
As he died； he looked at his daughter and moaned weakly。
Gaborn had no weapons at hand。 He'd left his horseman's warhammer sheathed in his saddle。
He rushed forward； grabbed a spear from the ground； and called to Iome。 She did not need prodding。 Her horse had startled away at Gaborn's shout。
Iome ran behind Gaborn。 He thought that she would let him shield her。 But in a moment it became clear that she did not plan to hide behind him at all。 She merely sought her way past him； to get to her father； who lay crumpled and bleeding。
Borenson spun his horse； pulled the horseman's battle…axe from its sheath on the back of the saddle； and flipped up the visor of his helm。 For half a second； he merely glared。
There was pain in his blue eyes； the pain of madness。 His face was red from rage； his teeth gritted。 He smiled no longer。
Running forward； Gaborn grabbed his father's shield from the spot where it hung to the oak； raised it to protect Iome and Sylvarresta； then backed away； standing five feet behind the cold corpse of King Orden。
Gaborn knew Borenson would not risk letting his mount trample King Orden's corpse； defiling it。 He'd not spur his horse into battle。
But Gaborn did not feel so certain Borenson would refrain from striking him： Borenson had been pelled to mit bloody murder in assassinating the Dedicates at Castle Sylvarresta。 He'd been forced to choose between slaughtering King Sylvarresta and the King's menhis own friendsor letting the Dedicates live to serve Raj Ahten。
It was an evil choice； with no fair answer； no answer that any man could hope to live with。
〃Give her to me！〃 Borenson shouted。
〃No！〃 Gaborn said。 〃She is a Dedicate no longer！〃
In that moment； Borenson looked down beneath Iome's hood； saw her fair face； no longer wrinkled。 Saw her eyes clear。 A look of astonishment came over him。
A dark blur rushed past Gaborn； some knight of Sylvarresta with great metabolism； running with his might at Borenson。 The fellow leapt； and Borenson leaned back from the attack； swung his warhammer； caught the warrior full in the face。 Blood sprayed the air as the dying warrior hurtled over Borenson's horse。
Hundreds of people had witnessed Sylvarresta's murder。 Gaborn had been totally focused on Borenson； but now he became aware of the others。
Duke Groverman and a full hundred knights were rushing up the hill with weapons drawn。 Behind them ran moners。 Some looked furious； others dismayed。 Some could not believe what had happened。 Gaborn heard shouts； the hue and cry of 〃Murder； murder most foul！〃 and 〃Kill him！〃 and others shouting in wordless grief at the death o
