df.therunelords-第87部分
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Shostag cleared his throat； hawked on the ground。 〃If me and my boys kill this fellow for you； I'll want a pardon。〃
Orden nodded。
〃I'll want a title and lands； same as any other lord。〃
Orden considered。 He had an estate in the dark forests on the borders of Lonnock。 It was a gloomy swamp； infested with bandits and mosquitoes。 The estate had lain idle now for three years； waiting for the right man。 Shostag would either clear the bandits from the woods； or he'd let them join him。
〃I can promise an estate in Mystarria； if King Sylvarresta cannot do better。〃
〃I'll take it；〃 Shostag grunted； waved his men in。
Two hours before dawn； Orden still had seen no sign of Gaborn or Borenson； had heard no word。 Another messenger brought news that the Duke of Groverman would offer more aid from neighboring castles； but couldn't reach Longmont before dusk。
Of course； Raj Ahten will get here first； Orden realized。
Groverman did right by maintaining his own hold until he was sure it could be defended； regardless of the promise of treasure。
So it seemed that no more aid would e。 Though his scouts had not yet warned him of Raj Ahten's approach； Orden expected it within an hour or two。
The very fact that he hadn't yet received word of Gaborn worried King Orden。 Hour by hour； his hopes for his son's well…being dwindled； until he felt it vain to hope。 Surely Raj Ahten had captured him。
And the Wolf Lord would have either killed him or taken the boy's endowments。
So Orden took his forcibles； lined up his volunteers； and let the facilitator for the Earl of Dreis sing the ancient spells that made the forcibles glow； creating ribbons of light as man after man gave up metabolism。
Last of all； Orden gave his own endowment； pleting the serpent ring。 It was a desperate act。
With a heavy heart and fewer than six thousand men； Orden closed his gates at dawn and waited for the gathering conflict。 He'd left a few scouts outside the walls to bring advance word of any sighting of Raj Ahten's troops； but had no more hopes of reinforcements。
He gave one last speech； calling on the full powers of his Voice to cut across distance； penetrate every stone of the castle。 The knights and moners and felons on the walls all looked up at him expectantly； every man bundled in his armor。
〃Men；〃 he said； 〃you've heard that Raj Ahten took Castle Sylvarresta without benefit of arms。 He used nothing but glamour and Voice to disarm Sylvarresta's troops。 And you know what happened to the knights in that castle afterward。〃
〃Well； we'll allow none of that here。 If Raj Ahten seeks to use his Voice； I'll expect every man within range to fire on him the same as if he were a charging army。〃
〃When he leaves this field； either he'll be dead； or we'll be dead。 If any of you young men succumb to the power of his Voice； my knights will throw you over the castle walls。〃
〃We'll not suffer children to spoil a man's fight。〃
〃May the Powers be with us！〃
When he finished speaking； six thousand men raised their arms； chanting 〃Orden！ Orden！ Orden！〃
King Orden gazed out over the walls。 He knew that this warning； against Raj Ahten； given with the full power of his Voice； would have great influence over his men。 He only hoped Raj Ahten would not be able to unravel the spell his words had woven。
On the horizon； over the Dunnwood； he felt cool air blowing in。 It felt like snow。
But where was Gaborn？
Chapter 37
BOYS ON THE ROAD
Myrrima sat in the bed of a rickety wagon as the team of horses hurried down the road early that morning。 The wagon swayed and creaked as it followed its rut。 Once they'd moved up from the fields near Bannisferre； and crossed into the Dunnwood； the wagon had bee especially unfortable； for large tree roots that crossed the road underground provided ample bumps。
She was but one of ten passengers from Bannisferre。 The others were all young farm boys armed with nothing but their bows and spears and dreams of retribution for the murders mitted against their kin during the past week。
Even the wagon did not belong to any one of them； but had only been lent by farmer Fox up the road toward town。 These boys had no horses of their own to ride into war。
But they talked like the brave sons of noblemen。 Ah； they could talk。 〃I'll kill me an Invincible； sure as I'm ugly；〃 said one young lad； Hobie Hollowell。 He was slender and strong； with wheat…straw hair and blue eyes that shone each time he looked at Myrrima。 There was a time not many weeks past when she'd have hoped for a match with him。
〃Ah； you can't hit anything with that bow of yours。〃 Wyeth Able chortled。 〃All your arrows are as crooked as your aim。〃
〃It's not arrows I plan to kill him with。〃 Hobie laughed。 〃I plan to wait till one is scaling the castle walls； then throw your fat carcass over on him！ It would flatten him sure； without any harm to your wide buttocks。〃
〃Hah； as if you could wrestle me over the wall；〃 Wyeth said； pulling off his hat and slapping Hobie。 Wyeth was a stout boy； destined to be almost as wide as he was tall； and then the boys were at it； tussling and laughing in the wagon。
Myrrima smiled faintly。 She knew their antics were for her； that they all peted for her attention。 She'd known most of these young men all her life； yet since she'd received her endowments of glamour； their relationships had shifted dramatically。 Boys who had once thought her just another waif now smiled shyly and forgot their manners； if not their own names； in her presence。
It seemed a great shame that her beauty had bee a barrier to mon relationships。 She'd not have wished it。
Wyeth wrestled Hobie to the bottom of the wagon with little effort； then grinned up at Myrrima for approval。
She nodded kindly； smiled。
So the team of horses raced the last few miles to Longmont； over grassy hills where oaks spread their branches wide。 She felt very tired after the long ride。 The horses that drew the wagon were no force horses； but they were a strong team； used to working together； much like the boys in the wagon。
When they reached Longmont； saw its long； high walls and foreboding towers； Myrrima almost wished she had not e。 It hurt to see the blight on the land； the charred ruins of the city before the castle； the burned farmhouses dotting the downs。
The hills and mountains to the north and northwest of Longmont were still part of the Dunnwood； covered in oak and aspen and pine。 But the hills south of the castle undulated like huge； gentle waves。 Grasslands； orchards； vineyards； and gardens covered these hills。
Fences made of piled stones or hedgerows of sturdy thorns divided the land into squares and rectangles； each of different colors； like the rags in a quilt。
But the land lay empty now。 Wherever a farmhouse or a barn or a dovecote had stood； now there squatted only a blackened ruin； like an open sore upon the land。 All the gardens and orchards had been harvested。 Not a cow or horse or pig or duck could be seen in the fields。
Myrrima understood why the people of Longmont had done it； why the soldiers had burned the town； salted their own wells。 They would not give succor to Heredon's enemies。 So they had destroyed everything of value near the castle。
This land。。。looked too much like the fertile fields of Bannisferre。 That was why Myrrima mourned it。 Seeing the houses black； the fields empty； gave her a chill； for it seemed a portent of the future。
When the wagon reached the castle gates； the gates stood closed。 The guards nervously watched the fields and hills to the west。
Seeing the men who stood on those walls； Myrrima became even more nervous。 If most of those defenders were mon boys like those she rode with； how could Orden hope to defend himself against Raj Ahten's Invincibles？
〃Who are you？ Where do you hail from？〃 a guard at the gate asked gruffly。
〃Bannisferre；〃 Wyeth Able shouted； raising his bow。 〃We've e to avenge the deaths of our people。〃
Above the gates； on the castle wall； stepped a man with a broad face； wide…set smoldering eyes。 He was dressed in full armor。 His fine breastplate was enameled with the image of the green knight； and he wore a cape of shimmering green samite； embroidered with gold。
King Orden。
〃Can you gentlemen hit anything with those bows？〃 Orden asked。 〃Raj Ahten's soldiers move quickly。〃
〃I've dropped my share of pigeons；〃 Wyeth answered。
Orden jutted a chin at Wyeth's portly figure。 〃I'd say you'd dropped more than your share of pigeons。 Wele。〃
Then his eyes lighted on Myrrima； and there was such admiration in them that his glance took her breath away。
〃And what have we here； a swordswoman？ A noble？〃
Myrrima looked down at her hands folded in her lap； more from shyness than from respect。
〃A friend。。。of your son's。 I'm betrothed to one of your guardBorenson。 I came to be with him。 I'm no swordswoman； but I can cook a good stew； and I can wrap bandages。〃
〃I see；〃 Orden said softly。 〃Borenson is a worthy man。 I had not known he was betrothed。〃
〃Only recently；〃 Myrrima said。
〃Milady； he has not reached the castle yet。 I'd hoped he would have e by now； but I left him with an assignment at Castle Sylvarresta。 I hope to see him shortly； but t
