df.therunelords-第24部分
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Orden was powerful； a stubborn king； and it was rumored that he fought well in battle。 For two decades he'd kept the Northern kingdoms united。 A glance from him would cow many a would…be tyrant； and with a curt word he could insure that a prince would fall out of favor with his own father。
Some called him the Kingmaker。 Others called him the Puppet Master。 The truth was； Orden had been making himself into a man of heroic proportions for a reason。 Like the Runelords of old； he had to bee more than human because his enemies were more than human。
〃Forgive me those words；〃 Iome said。 〃Your father did not deserve such chastisement from a self…righteous nine…year…old girl。〃
〃Forgive it？〃 Prince Gaborn answered。 〃What is to forgive？ I agreed with you。 Perhaps a thousand years ago； there was reason for our ancestors to put one another to the indignity of the forcibles。 But the reaver invasions are long past。 The only reason you and I are Runelords is because we were born into this 'shameful economy'！ I was so intrigued by your ment that I asked my father to repeat every word you had ever uttered in his presence； and the conditions under which they were spoken。
〃So he began recalling things you'd said since the time you were three； and recited anything he found pertinent。〃
He gave Iome only a split second to consider the implications。 King Orden； like any who had such heavy endowments of wit； would naturally recall everything he'd ever seen； every word he'd ever heard； every innocent phrase。 With his endowments of hearing； Orden could listen to a whisper three rooms away through the thick stone walls of the castle。 As a child； Iome hadn't quite understood the breadth of powers a mature Runelord held。 No doubt； she'd spoken many things that she'd never have wanted King Orden to hear。 And he remembered it all faultlessly。
〃I see。。。〃 Iome said。
〃Don't be offended；〃 Gaborn said。 〃You didn't embarrass yourself。 My father reported every jest you made to Lady Chemoise。〃 He nodded toward the maid。 Iome felt the gesture more than saw it。 〃Even as a child； my father found you to be amusing； generous。 I wanted to meet you； but I had to wait for the proper time。 Last year I came to Hostenfest in my father's retinue so I could look on you。。。〃
〃I sat in the Great Hall and watched you through dinner； and elsewhere。 I dare say； I feared my stare would bore a hole through you。
〃You impressed me； Iome。 You laid siege to my heart。 I watched those who sat around you； the serving children and guards and Maids of Honor； and saw how they craved your affection。 I watched the next morning as we left； how a flock of children gathered round you as our caravan made to depart； and you kept the young ones out from under the horses' hooves。 You are well loved by your people； and you give love freely in return。 In all the Kingdoms of Rofehavan； you have no equal。 That is why I've e。 I'd hoped that like all those around you； I too might have the hope of someday sharing your affection。〃
Fair words。 Iome wondered furiously。 King Orden always brought a dozen or two retainers to the Great Hall for dinner。 It was only right that those who participated in the hunt share in the prize boar； served at the height of the feast。 Iome tried to recall the faces of those men： several wore the scars of the forcibles； and were therefore lesser lords in their own right。 Prince Gaborn would have been one of them。 And he would be young。
Yet； to a man； Orden's guards and retainers were older； more trusted men。 Orden was wise enough to know that the best fighters were seldom spry youths bursting with enthusiasm at the thought of swinging a battle…axe or sword。 No； the best were old； masters of technique and strategy who often stood their ground in a battle； seeming to hardly move； slashing and thrusting with deadly economy。
Orden had had no young men in his retinue。 Except。。。for one she recalled： a shy boy who'd sat at the far end of the tablesa handsome boy with straight hair and piercing blue eyes that twinkled with intelligence； though he gaped at his surroundings like some moner。 Iome had thought him merely a trusted body servant； perhaps a squire in training。
Surely that mon youth could not have been a prince of the Runelords！ The very thought left her unsettled； made her heart pound。 Iome turned to look at Prince Orden； to verify her suspicions。
And laughed。 He stood； a plain young man with a straight back； dark hair； and those clear blue eyes。 He'd filled out in a year。 Iome could hardly contain her surprise。 He was。。。nothing much to look at。 He had no more than one or two endowments of glamour。
Gaborn smiled； charmed at her mirth。 〃Having seen me now； and knowing my reasons for ing；〃 he said； 〃had I asked your hand in marriage； would you have given it？〃
From the core of her heart； Iome answered sincerely； 〃No。〃
Gaborn stepped back as if she'd slapped him； as if her rejection were the last thing he'd expected。 〃How so？〃
〃You're a stranger。 What do I know of you？ How could I love someone I don't know？〃
〃You would learn my heart；〃 Gaborn answered。 〃Our fathers desire a political union； but I desired a union of like minds and like hearts。 You will find； Lady Sylvarresta； that you and I are。。。one in many matters。〃
Iome laughed lightly。 〃Honestly； Prince Orden； if you had e seeking only the realm of Heredon； perhaps I could have given it to you。 But you would have asked for my heart； and that I could not promise to a stranger。〃
〃As I feared；〃 Gabon said honestly。 〃Yet you and I are strangers only by accident。 Had we lived nearer one another； I think we could have forged a love。 Could I not persuade you； give you a gift that might change your mind？〃
〃There's nothing I desire；〃 Iome said； then her heart pounded。 Raj Ahten's armies stood at her gate。 She wanted him gone。 She realized she'd spoken too quickly。
〃There is something you desire； though you don't know it；〃 Gaborn said。 〃You live here； tucked away in your castle near the woods； and you say there is nothing you want。 Yet certainly you must be afraid。 There was a time when all Runelords were like your father； men bound by oath to serve their fellows； men who took no endowment but that which was freely given。
〃Now； here we are； cornered。 Raj Ahten is at your gates。 All around you； the kings of the North call themselves 'pragmatists；' and have given themselves to the pursuit of gain； telling themselves that in the end they will not bee like Raj Ahten。
〃You see the fallacy of their arguments。 You saw my father's weakness when you were little more than a child。 He is a great man； but he has vices； as do we all。 Perhaps he has been able to remain good in part because people like you sometimes spoke up； sometimes warned him to beware of greed。
〃And so I have a gift for you； Princess Sylvarresta； a gift I give freely； asking nothing in return。〃
He strode forward； took her hand。 Iome imagined that he would place something in her palm； a precious stone or a love poem。
Instead； Gaborn took her hand in his； and she felt the calluses on his palm； felt the warmth of his hand。
He knelt before her and whispered an oath； an oath so ancient that few now understood the language of it； an oath so crippling that almost no Runelord ever dared speak it：
〃This oath I take in your presence； and my life will bear witness in every point：〃
〃I； a Runelord； swear to serve as your protector。 I； your Runelord； am your servant above all。 I promise now that I will never take an endowment by force； nor by deception。 Nor will I purchase such from those in need of wealth。 Instead； if any man stands in need of gold； I will give it freely。 Only those who would join me as I battle evil may serve as my Dedicates。〃
〃As the mist rises from the sea； so does it return。〃
He had sworn the vow of the Oath…Bound Runelords； an oath normally spoken to vassals； but given also to underlords or to friendly monarchs that one intended to defend。 It was not an oath spoken lightly to one person。 Rather； it was a covenant； declaring a way of life。 The very thought made Iome feel faint。
With Raj Ahten battling the North； the House of Orden would need all its strength。 For Gaborn to speak that oath now； in her hearing； wassuicidal。
Iome had never expected such greatness of heart from House Orden。 To live the oath would prove hard beyond bearing。
She'd not have done the same。 She was too。。。pragmatic。
Iome stood gaping for just a moment； realizing that if he had sworn that oath to her under fairer skies； she would have thought well of him。 But to speak the oath now； under these conditions。。。was irresponsible。
She looked to her Days； to see the girl's reaction。 The young woman's eyes were wide； the thinnest show of surprise。
Iome looked back to Gaborn's face； found herself wanting to memorize it； to hold this moment in her memory。
An hour is not enough time to fall in love； but an hour is all they had that day。 Gaborn had won her heart in far less time； and shown Iome her own heart more clearly in the process。 He had seen that she loved her people； and it was true。 Yet she had to wonder： Even if Gaborn takes this oath as an act of love for mankind； is it not sheer folly？ Does Gaborn love
