df.therunelords-第78部分
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When at last Gaborn came to her； leaving the horses in Binnesman's able care； Iome had her father dried and in fresh clothes； and he lay at the edge of the orchard； using a tree root for a pillow； snoring contentedly。
It seemed an unmon； yet peaceful sight。 Iome's father was a Runelord； with several endowments of stamina； and others of brawn。 Only once in her life had she known him to sleep； and then only for half an hour。 Yet she wondered if from time to time he might have slept beside her mother。 Certainly； Iome knew； at times he'd lain beside her mother as he pondered the kingdom's problems； long into the night。
But sleep？ Almost never。
The long day must have worn her father out。
Gaborn took a seat beside Iome； both of them leaning their backs against the same tree。 He took a plum from the pile near her hand； and ate。
Clouds were beginning to scud in again； darkening the sky； and the wind gusted from the south。 It was like that in Heredon in the fall。 Weak fronts of cloud passed overhead in bursts； with storms that rarely lasted more than an hour or three。
Binnesman brought the mounts down to the stream。 The horses all quenched their thirst； then stopped drinking at Binnesman's mand。 Afterward； some grazed in the short grass at the edge of the stream； most just slept on their feet。
Yet Raj Ahten's great mount stood by the water； restless； matching Binnesman's mood。 After a few moments； Binnesman said； 〃I must leave you now； but I will meet you at Longmont。 Ride fast； and there is little on this earth that you need fear。〃
〃I am not worried；〃 Gaborn answered。 Binnesman's uncertain look suggested that he disagreed； that he felt Gaborn should be concerned。 Yet Gaborn had spoken courageously only to ease the wizard's mind。
Binnesman mounted the big warhorse that had belonged to Raj Ahten。 〃Try to get some rest。 You can only let the animals sleep for an hour or two。 By midnight； Raj Ahten will be free to e after you againthough I shall lay a spell to protect you。〃
Whispering some words； Binnesman pulled a sprig of some herb from the pocket of his robe。 He rode forward； dropped it on Gaborn's lap。 Parsley。
He said； 〃Keep it。 It will absorb your scent； hide it from Raj Ahten and his soldiers。 And before you leave here； Gaborn； pluck a single hair from your head and tie it in seven knots。 Should Raj Ahten chase you then； he'll find himself wandering in circles。〃
〃Thank you；〃 Iome and Gaborn said。 Binnesman turned his great steed and galloped off in the dark； heading south。
Iome felt tired； dreadfully tired。 She glanced around for a soft spot of ground to lay her head on。 Gaborn reached out； took her shoulder； guided her toward him； so she could rest her head in his lap。 It was a surprising gesture。 Intimate。
She lay there； closed her eyes； and listened to him eat a plum。 His stomach made surprising noises； and she couldn't quite feel fortable。
Gaborn reached down； gently stroked her chin； her hair。 She'd have thought his touch would feel。。。reassuring； right。 But it didn't。
Instead it made her nervous。 Partly； she feared rejection。 Though he'd said he loved her； she did not believe he could love her deeply。
She was too ugly。 Of all who are ugly on the earth； she thought； I am among the worst。 A frightened corner of her mind whispered to her； And you deserve to be ugly。
It was the endowment； of course。 Iome could never remember having felt this way before。 So devoid of worth。 Raj Ahten's rune of power pulled at her。
Yet when Gaborn looked at her or touched her； it seemed that some part of the spell was broken for a moment。 She felt worthy。 She felt that he； alone of all men； might actually love her。 And she feared to lose him。 It was a terrible fear。 For it seemed so reasonable。
Another thing made her uneasy。 She'd never been alone with a man。 Now she was alone with Gaborn。 She'd always had Chemoise by her side； and a Days watching her。 But now here she sat with a prince； and her father slept； and it made her feel profoundly unfortable。 Aroused。
It was not Gaborn's touch； she knew； that made her feel this way。 It was the draw of his magic。 She could feel the creative desires in her stirring； like an animal burrowing into her skull。 She'd felt this when she was near Binnesman； but never so powerfully。 Besides； Binnesman was an older man； and none too pleasing to look at。
Gaborn was different； someone who dared say he loved her。
She wanted to sleep。 She had no endowments of brawn or metabolism； only a single endowment of stamina she'd gotten shortly after birth。 So though she had fair endurance； she needed rest almost as much as any other person。
But now she had Gaborn's electrifying touch to contend with。 This is innocent； she told herself as he stroked her cheek。 Merely the touch of a friend。
Yet she craved his touch so； wanted him to move his hand down farther； along her throat。 She dared not admit even to herself that she wanted him to touch her deeper。
She took hold of Gaborn's hand； so that he'd stop stroking her chin。
He responded by taking her hand； kissing it softly； letting it rest between his lips。 Gently； so gently it took her breath away。
Iome opened her eyes to mere slits； looked up。 The darkness had fallen so pletely； it was as if the two of them lay hidden beneath a blanket。
There are trees between us and the house； Iome thought。 The woman there can't see us； doesn't know who we are。
The thought made her heart pound fiercely。 Certainly； Gaborn must have felt her heart pound； must have seen how she fought to keep from drawing a ragged breath。
He placed his hand beside her face； began stroking her cheek again； Iome's back arched slightly at his touch。
You can't want me； she thought。 You can't want me。 My face is a horror。 The veins in my hand stand out like blue worms。 〃I wish I were still beautiful；〃 she whispered breathlessly。
Gaborn smiled。 〃You are。〃
He leaned down and kissed her； full on the lips。 His moist kiss smelled of plums。 The touch of his lips made her dizzy； he took the back of her head in his hand； pulled her up and kissed her fervently。
Iome grabbed him round the shoulders； scooted up until she sat in his lap； and felt him trembling softly with desire。 In that moment； she knew he believed it： he believed she was beautiful despite the fact that Raj Ahten had taken her glamour； felt she was beautiful though her father's kingdom lay in ruins； felt she was beautiful and wanted her as much as she wanted him。
Gaborn held some strange power over her。 She wished he would kiss her roughly。 He nuzzled her cheek and chin。 Iome raised her neck for him； so he might kiss the hollow of her neck。 He did。
Wanton。 I feel wanton； Iome realized。 All her life； she'd been watched； had been handled so that she would remain proper and free of desire。
Now； for the first time； she found herself alone with a man； a man whom she suddenly realized she loved fiercely。
She'd always kept such a tight rein on her emotions； she'd never have believed she could have felt so wanton。 It's only his magic； she told herself； that makes me feel so。
Gaborn's lips strayed over the hollow of her throat； up to her ear。
She took his right hand in her own； brought it toward her breast。 But he pulled away and would not touch it。
〃Please！〃 she whispered。 〃Please。 Don't be a gentleman now。 Make me feel beautiful！〃
Gaborn pulled his lips away from her ear； stared hard into her face。
If what he saw in the dim light displeased or repelled him； he gave no sign of it。
〃Iuh；〃 Gaborn said weakly。 〃I'm afraid I can be nothing but a gentleman。〃 He tried to smile reassuringly。 〃Too many years of practice。〃
He pulled away a bit； but not entirely。
Unaccountably； Iome found her eyes full of tears。 He must think me brazen。 He must think me wicked； a voice inside her whispered。 He sees me truly now； a craven animal。 She felt sickened by her own lust。 〃I。。。I'm sorry！〃 Iome said。 〃I've never done anything like that！〃
〃I know；〃 Gaborn said。
〃Trulynever！〃 Iome said。
〃Truly； I know。〃
〃You must think me a fool or a whore！〃 Or ugly。
Gaborn laughed easily。 〃Hardly。 I'm。。。flattered that you could feel that way about me。 I'm flattered you could want me。〃
〃I've never been alone with a man；〃 Iome said。 〃I've always had my maid with me； and a Days。〃
〃And I've never been alone with a woman；〃 Gaborn said。 〃You and I have always been watched。 I've often wondered if the Days watch us only so that we will be good。 No one would want to have their secret deeds recorded for all the world to see。 I know some lords who are generous and decent； I believe； only because they would not want the world to know their hearts。
〃But how good are we； Iome； if we are only good in public？〃
Gaborn hugged her； pulled her back against his chest； but did not kiss her。 Instead； it seemed an invitation to rest again； to try to sleep。 But Iome could not rest now。 She tried to relax。
She wondered if he meant it。 Was he trying to be good； or did he secretly find her repulsive？ Perhaps even in his own heart； he dared not admit the truth。
〃Iome Sylvarresta；〃 Gaborn said； his voice distant； highly formal。 〃I have ridden far from my home in Mystarria to
