uleg.thefarthestshore-第21部分
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〃You cannot；〃 Sparrowhawk said； his voice hard； looking up at Sopli who was taller than he； Sopli had stood up； holding on tight to the mast； to look at the land ahead。 〃Don't try； Sopli。〃
The Dyer scowled as if in rage or pain。 He looked at the mountains lying blue with distance before the boat； over the heaving； trembling plain of water； and said； 〃You took me as guide。 This is the place。 We must land here。〃
〃We'll land in any case； we must have water；〃 said Sparrowhawk； and went to the tiller。 Sopli sat down in his place by the mast； muttering。 Arren heard him say； 〃I swear by my name。 By my name；〃 many times； and each time he said it； he scowled again as if in pain。
They beat closer to the island on a north wind and coasted it seeking a bay or landing； but the breakers beat thunderous in the hot sunlight on all the northern shore。 Inland green mountains stood baking in that light； treeclothed to the peaks。
Rounding a cape； they came at last in sight of a deep crescent bay with white sand beaches。 Here the waves came in quietly； their force held off by the cape； and a boat might land。 No sign of human life was visible on the beach or in the forests above it； they had not seen a boat； a roof； a wisp of smoke。 The light breeze dropped as soon as Lookfar entered the bay。 It was still； silent； hot。 Arren took the oars； Sparrowhawk steered。 The creak of the oars in the locks was the only sound。 The green peaks loomed above the bay； closing in around。 The sun laid sheets of white…hot light on the water。 Arren heard the blood drumming in his ears。 Sopli had left the safety of the mast and crouched in the prow； holding onto the gunwales； staring and straining forward to the land。 Sparrowhawk's dark； scarred face shone with sweat as if it had been oiled； his glance shifted continually from the low breakers to the foliage…screened bluffs above。
〃Now；〃 he said to Arren and the boat。 Arren took three great strokes with the oars； and lightly Lookfar came up on the sand。 Sparrowhawk leapt out to push the boat clear up on the last impetus of the waves。 As he put his hands out to push； he stumbled and half…fell； catching himself against the stern。 With a mighty strain he dragged the boat back into the water on the outward wash of the wave； and floundered in over the gunwale as she hung between sea and shore。 〃Row！〃 he gasped out； and crouched on all fours； streaming with water and trying to get his breath。 He was holding a spear … a bronze…headed throwing spear two feet long。 Where had he gotten it？ Another spear appeared as Arren hung bewildered on the oars； it struck a thwart edgewise； splintering the wood； and rebounded end over end。 On the low bluffs over the beach； under the trees； figures moved； darting and crouching。 There were little whistling； whirring noises in the air。 Arren suddenly bent his head between his shoulders； bent his back； and rowed with powerful strokes： two to clear the shallows； three to turn the boat； and away。
Sopli； in the prow of the boat behind Arren's back； began to shout。 Arren's arms were seized suddenly so that the oars shot up out of the water。 The butt of one struck him in the pit of the stomach； so that for a moment he was blind and breathless。 〃Turn back！ Turn back！〃 Sopli was shouting。 The boat leapt in the water all at once； and rocked。 Arren turned as soon as he had got his grip on the oars again； furious。 Sopli was not in the boat。
All around them the deep water of the bay heaved and dazzled in the sunlight。
Stupidly； Arren looked behind him again； then at Sparrowhawk crouching in the stern。 〃There；〃 Sparrowhawk said； pointing alongside； but there was nothing； only the sea and the dazzle of the sun。 A spear from a throwing…stick fell short of the boat by a few yards； entered the water noiselessly； and vanished。 Arren rowed ten or twelve hard strokes； then backed water and looked once more at Sparrowhawk。
Sparrowhawk's hands and left arm were bloody； he held a wad of sailcloth to his shoulder。 The bronze…headed spear lay in the bottom of the boat。 He had not been holding it when Arren first saw it； it had been standing out from the hollow of his shoulder where the point had gone in。 He was scanning the water between them and the white beach； where some tiny figures hopped and wavered in the heat…glare。 At last he said； 〃Go on。〃
〃Sopli…〃
〃He never came up。〃
〃Is he drowned？〃 Arren asked； unbelieving。
Sparrowhawk nodded。
Arren rowed on until the beach was only a white line beneath the forests and the great green peaks。 Sparrowhawk sat by the tiller； holding the wad of cloth to his shoulder but paying no heed to it。
〃Did a spear hit him？〃
〃He jumped。〃
〃But he… he couldn't swim。 He was afraid of the water！〃
Aye。 Mortally afraid。 He wanted。。。 He wanted to e to land。
〃Why did they attack us？ Who are they？〃
〃They must have thought us enemies。 Will you。。。 give me a hand with this a moment？〃 Arren saw then that the cloth he held pressed against his shoulder was soaked and vivid。
The spear had struck between the shoulder…joint and collarbone； tearing one of the great veins； so that it bled heavily。 Under Sparrowhawk's direction； Arren tore strips from a linen shirt and made shift to bandage the wound。 Sparrowhawk asked him for the spear； and when Arren laid it on his knees he put his right hand over the blade； long and narrow like a willow leaf； of crudely hammered bronze； he made as if to speak； but after a minute he shook his head。 〃I have no strength for spells；〃 he said。 〃Later。 It will be all right。 Can you get us out of this bay； Arren？〃
Silently the boy returned to the oars。 He bent his back to the work； and soon； for there was strength in his smooth； lithe frame； he brought Lookfar out of the crescent bay into open water。 The long noon calm of the Reach lay on the sea。 The sail hung slack。 The sun glared through a veil of haze； and the green peaks seemed to shake and throb in the great heat。 Sparrowhawk had stretched out in the bottom of the boat； his head propped against the thwart by the tiller； he lay still； lips and eyelids half…parted。 Arren did not like to look at his face； but stared over the boat's stern。 Heat…haze wavered above the water； as if veils of cobweb were spun out over the sky。 His arms trembled with fatigue； but he rowed on。
〃Where are you taking us？〃 Sparrowhawk asked hoarsely； sitting up a little。 Turning； Arren saw the crescent bay curving its green arms about the boat once more； the white line of the beach ahead； and the mountains gathered in the air above。 He had turned the boat around without knowing it。
〃I can't row any more；〃 he said； stowing the oars and going to crouch in the prow。 He kept thinking Sopli was behind him in the boat； by the mast。 They had been many days together； and his death had been too sudden； too reasonless to be understood。 Nothing was to be understood。
The boat hung swaying on the water； the sail slack on the spar。 The tide； beginning to enter the bay； turned Lookfar slowly broadside to the current and pushed her by little nudges in and in； toward the distant white line of the beach。
〃Lookfar；〃 the mage said caressingly； and a word or two in the Old Speech； and softly the boat rocked and nosed outward and slipped over the blazing sea away from the arms of the bay。
But as slowly and softly； in less than an hour； she ceased to make way； and again the sail hung slack。 Arren looked back in the boat and saw his panion lying as before； but his head had dropped back a little； and his eyes were closed。
All this while Arren had felt a heavy； sickly horror； which grew on him and held him from action as if winding his body and mind in fine threads。 No courage rose up in him to fight against the fear； only a kind of dull resentment against his lot。
He should not let the boat drift here near the rocky shores of a land whose people attacked strangers； this was clear to his mind； but it did not mean much。 What was he to do instead？ Row the boat back to Roke？ He was lost； utterly lost beyond hope； in the vastness of the Reach。 He could never bring the boat back through those weeks of voyage to any friendly land。 Only with the mage's guidance could be do it； and Sparrowhawk was hurt and helpless； as suddenly and meaninglessly as Sopli was dead。 His face was changed； lax…featured and yellowish； he might be dying。 Arren thought that he should go move him under the awning to keep the sunlight off him； and give him water； men who had lost blood needed to drink。 But they had been short of water for days； the barrel was almost empty。 What did it matter？ There was no good in anything； no use。 The luck had run out。
Hours went by； the sun beat down； and the greyish heat wrapped Arren round。 He sat unmoving。
A breath of cool passed across his forehead。 He looked up。 It was evening： the sun was down； the west dull red。 Lookfar moved slowly under a mild breeze from the east； skirting the steep； wooded shores of Obehol。
Arren went back in the boat and looked after his panion； arranging him a pallet under the awning and giving him water to drink。 He did these things hurriedly； keeping his eyes from the bandage； which was in need of changing； for the wound had not
