df.therunelords-第19部分

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　on　its　collar　slashing　Gaborn's　robe；　drawing　blood　on　his　chest。
　The　stallion　whinnied　in　terror　and　leapt　over　the　crest　of　the　hill；　raced　through　the　pines　as　Gaborn　struggled　to　dodge　low　branches　and　remain　a　horse。
　Then　his　steed　was　racing　down　a　steep；　rocky　hill。　Gaborn　managed　to　draw　his　sword　clear；　though　his　bow　had　been　swept　away　in　the　branches。
　I　don't　need　it；　Gaborn　tried　to　reassure　himself。　I'm　ahead　of　Raj　Ahten's　army　now。　I　only　need　to　race　him。
　He　put　heels　to　horse　flesh；　let　the　beast　run　its　heart　out；　and　raised　his　sword　flashing　in　the　night。
　Here　in　the　mountains；　the　trees　had　begun　to　thin；　so　that　for　the　first　time　in　hours　he　could　test　this　horse's　speed。
　It　leapt　an　outcropping　of　rocks；　and　Gaborn　heard　a　snarl　at　his　left　elbow。
　The　mastiff　had　caught　up　with　him　again；　was　running　under　the　horse's　hoofs。
　〃Clear！〃　Gaborn　shouted。　His　steed　leapt　and　kickeda　maneuver　all　his　father's　hunting　horses　were　taught。　It　was　meant　to　clear　wolves　or　charging　boars　from　beneath　the　horse's　hooves。
　Now　the　war　dog　took　an　iron　shoe　full　in　the　muzzle；　yelped　as　its　neck　snapped。
　But　on　the　ridge　above　him；　Gaborn　heard　yammers　and　growls　of　another　dozen　dogs。　He　looked　up。　Riders　in　dark　mantles　thundered　behind　the　dogs；　and　one　man　raised　a　horn　to　his　lips　and　blew；　calling　his　fellows　to　the　hunt。
　Too　close；　I'm　too　close　to　the　army；　he　realized。
　But　Raj　Ahten　was　only　skirting　the　edge　of　the　Dunnwood；　afraid　to　get　too　far　under　the　older　trees。　For　good　reason。
　Last　fall；　when　Gaborn　had　hunted　here　with　his　father　and　King　Sylvarresta；　a　hundred　men　had　ringed　themselves　with　campfires；　feasting　on　roasted　chestnuts；　fresh　venison；　mushrooms；　and　mulled　wine。
　Sir　Borenson　and　Captain　Derrow　had　practiced　their　swordplay；　each　man　mesmerizing　the　crowd　with　his　tactics。　Borenson　was　a　master　of　the　Dancing　Arms　style　of　battle；　could　swing　a　sword　or　axe　in　dizzying　patterns　so　quickly　that　one　seldom　saw　when　he　would　deal　his　deadly　blow。　Captain　Derrow　was　a　more　thoughtful　fighter；　who　could　choose　his　moment；　then　lunge　in　with　a　spear　and　slash　a　man　into　morsels　with　fascinating　precision。
　Gabon's　father　and　King　Sylvarresta　had　been　playing　chess　on　the　ground；　beside　a　lamp；　ignoring　the　mock　bats；　when　a　moaning　floated　through　the　trees；　a　sound　so　distinctly　odd　and　eerie　that　goose　pimples　rose；　cold　as　ice；　on　Gaborn's　back。
　Borenson；　Derrow；　and　a　hundred　retainers　had　all　stopped　instantly　at　that　sound；　and　someone　called；　〃Hold！　Hold！　No　one　move！〃　for　everyone　knew　it　was　deadly　dangerous　to　attract　a　wight's　attention。
　Gaborn　recalled　clearly　how　Borenson　had　smiled；　his　teeth　flashing　in　that　deadly　way　of　his；　as　he　stood　sweating；　looking　up　the　hillside　of　the　narrow　gully　outside　camp。
　A　pale　figure　rode　there；　a　lone　man　on　a　horse；　moaning　like　some　strange　wind　that　whipped　through　lonely　crags。　A　gray　light　shone　from　him。
　Gaborn　only　glimpsed　the　wight；　yet　his　heart　had　pounded　in　terror　at　the　sight。　His　mouth　went　dry；　and　he　could　not　catch　his　breath。
　He'd　looked　over　at　his　father　to　see　his　reaction。　Both　his　father　and　King　Sylvarresta　remained　playing　at　their　board；　neither　bothering　to　glance　up　toward　the　wight。
　Yet　Gaborn's　father　moved　his　wizard　on　the　board；　taking　a　pawn；　then　caught　Gaborn's　eye。　Gaborn's　face　must　have　been　pale　as　death；　for　his　father　smiled　wryly　and　said；　〃Gaborn；　calm　yourself。　No　prince　of　Mystarria　need　fear　the　wights　of　the　Dunnwood。　We　are　permitted　here。〃
　King　Sylvarresta　had　laughed　mirthlessly　and　turned　to　give　Gaborn　a　sly；　secretive　look；　as　if　the　men　shared　a　private　joke。
　Yet　Gaborn　had　felt　it　was　true；　felt　he　was　somehow　protected　from　the　wights。　It　was　said　that　in　days　of　old；　the　King　of　Heredon　had　manded　this　forest；　and　all　the　creatures　in　the　wood　had　obeyed　him。　The　kings　of　Heredon　had　fallen　in　stature。　Still；　Gaborn　wondered　if　Sylvarresta　really　did　mand　the　wights　of　Dunnwood。
　Now；　as　the　war　dogs　and　the　hunters　trailed　him；　Gaborn　gambled　that　it　was　true。　He　spurred　his　horse　west；　deeper　into　the　forest；　shouting；　〃Spirits　of　the　wood；　I　am　Gaborn　Val　Orden；　Prince　of　Mystarria。　I　beg　you；　protect　me！〃
　Even　as　he　called　for　aid；　he　knew　it　would　do　no　good。　The　spirits　of　the　dead　care　nothing　for　the　concerns　of　mortal　men。　If　Gaborn　attracted　their　attention；　they'd　only　seek　to　make　sure　he　joined　them　in　the　afterlife。
　His　horse　thundered　down　a　long　ridge；　under　the　boughs　of　some　huge　oaks　and　into　a　swamp；　where　it　had　to　swim　through　brackish　water　to　reach　the　brush　on　the　far　bank。
　Gaborn　heard　no　haunting　moans　as　his　horse　climbed　the　far　shore；　only　the　grunts　and　squeals　of　hundreds　of　huge　pigs　that　raced　from　him　as　if　they　were　hunted。　He'd　inadvertently　wandered　into　a　sounder　of　wild　boar。　One　of　the　great　black　shaggy　beasts；　as　tall　as　his　horse；　stood　its　ground　for　a　moment；　ivory　tusks　curling　out　like　sabers；　and　Gaborn　thought　it　would　skewer　his　mount。　At　the　last　second　the　boar　turned　and　rushed　away　with　the　herd。
　Gaborn　took　the　opportunity　to　ride　his　horse　under　the　oaks　in　a　few　quick　circles；　then　drove　his　mount　harder　than　everjumped　a　screen　of　rushes　over　a　steep　embankment　and　landed　sixty　feet　out　into　the　deep　water　before　swimming　to　the　far　shore。
　Just　past　noon　the　next　day；　Gaborn　raced　out　of　the　Dunnwood。　Bedraggled　and　smeared　with　blood；　he　shouted　to　the　guards　at　the　city　gates　a　warning　of　the　impending　attack。　Upon　showing　the　guards　his　signet　ring；　which　identified　him　as　the　Prince　of　Mystarria；　he　was　immediately　escorted　to　King　Sylvarresta。
　The　King　met　Gaborn　in　the　Great　Hall；　where　he　was　already　closeted　with　all　his　counselors。　Gaborn　rushed　forward　to　grasp　hands；　but　the　King　stopped　him　with　a　look。　Though　Gaborn　had　met　him　before；　Sylvarresta　seemed　distant。
　〃Milord；〃　Gaborn　said；　bowing　only　slightly；　as　befitting　his　rank。　〃I've　e　to　warn　you　of　an　attack。　Raj　Ahten's　armies　are　southin　the　Dunnwood；　ing　fast。　They　should　arrive　by　nightfall。〃
　A　look　of　concern　and　uncertainty　flashed　over　the　King's　face；　and　he　glanced　at　Captain　Ault；　saying；　〃Prepare　for　the　siegequickly。〃　Many　another　king　would　have　trusted　his　captains　to　see　to　the　details；　but　now　Sylvarresta　spoke。。。uncertainly；　it　seemed　to　Gaborn；　listing　odd　mands　as　if　for　Ault's　approval。　〃Send　a　detail　through　the　city　to　make　sure　our　roofs　are　fireproofed。　As　for　the　Southern　traders　camped　outsideI　fear　we　must　do　them　the　discourtesy　of　seizing　their　goods。　But　don't　engage　in　unnecessary　butchery。　Leave　them　mounts　to　ride　home；　and　enough　stores　so　that　they　don't　starve　on　the　trek。　Oh；　and　kill　the　elephants　outside　the　castle。　I　won't　have　them　battering　down　our　gates。〃
　〃Yes；　milord；〃　Ault　said；　his　face　clouded　with　concern。　Then　he　saluted　and　rushed　out。
　The　preparations　were　begun　hastily　enough；　and　in　that　moment；　several　counselors　took　leave　of　the　room。　Gaborn　felt　that　something　was　terribly　amiss。
　As　the　counselors　filed　out；　during　an　unfortable　silence；　King　Sylvarresta　studied　Gaborn　from　worried　gray　eyes。　〃I　owe　you　a　great　debt；　Prince　Orden。　We　suspected　something　like　this；　but　hoped　it　would　not　e　until　spring。　We　already　suffered　an　attack　by　Raj　Ahten　last　night。　Assassins　struck　at　our　Dedicates。　We　were　ready　for　them；　though；　so　the　damage　is　not　too　great。〃
　Suddenly；　Gaborn　understood；　Sylvarresta's　coldness；　his　uncertainty。　The　King　did　not　remember　him。
　Sylvarresta　said；　〃Well　met；　Prince　Orden！〃
　He　shouted　over　Gaborn's　shoulders；　〃Collin；　get　food　and　a　bath　for　Prince　Ordenand　clean　clothes。　We　can't　have　our　friends　wandering　about　in　bloody　rags。〃
　Gaborn　felt　thankful　for　the　embrace；　for　just　then　an　overwhelming　fear　struck　him　and　Gaborn　needed　support。　If　Sylvarresta　has　forgotten　my　face；　Gaborn　realized；　what　else　has　he　forgotten？　What　of　tactics　in　battle？　What　of　self…defense？
　Of　course；　that　was　why　the　King's　advisors　had　gathered；　to　pool　their　knowledge。　But　against　a　monster　like　Raj　Ahten；　would　their　resources　be　enough？
　
　Chapter　7
　PREPARATIONS
　　
　That　afternoon　Sylvarresta's　people　were　still　preparing　for　battle。　The　initial　hysteria　of　the　impending　attackthe　screaming　of　children　and　peasants；　the　mad　rush　as　the　elderly　and　infirm　fled　the　cityhad　all　passed。　Now　uneasy　farmers　and　soldiers　alike　manned　the　Outer　Wall；　and　had　thrown　up　hasty　barriers　to　serve　as　battlements　in　the　streets。　Not　in　four　hundred　years　had　so　many　people　gathered　on　the　wallsfor　many　who　would　not　fight　stood　watch　out　of　sheer　curiosity。
　Pigs；　cattle；　sheep；　and　chickens　scurried　through　the　alleys　and　greens；　frightened；　disoriented。　All　the　animals　in　the　countryside　had　been　herded　within　the　wallsto　feed　the　city's　inhabitants　during　siege；　while　at　the　same　time　denying　similar　succor　to　Raj　Ahten's　troops。
　In　the　brown　fields　outside　the　castle；　the　Southern　merchants　had　disbanded；　driven　off　with　their　bright　pavilions　and　little　else。
　Throughout　the　afternoon；　Raj　Ahten's　troops　began　massing　on　the　southern　hilltop　at　the　edge　of　the　forest；　consolidating　th