rh.royalassassin-第29部分
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the last rise toward home。
I looked up the hill； and scarce could believe what I saw。 Kettricken and Regal on horseback。 They rode side by side。 Together。 They looked like an illustration from one of Fedwren's best vellums。 Regal was in scarlet and gold with glossy black boots and black gloves。 His riding cloak was flung back from one shoulder； to display the brilliant contrast of the colors as they billowed in the morning wind。 The wind had brought a redness of the outdoors to his cheeks； and tousled his black hair from its precise arrangement of curls。 His dark eyes shone。 Almost； he looked a man； I thought； astride the tall black horse that carried itself so well。 He could be this if he chose； rather than the languid prince with always a glass of wine in hand and a lady beside him。 Another waste。
Ah； but the lady beside him was another matter。 pared with the entourage that followed them； she showed as a rare and foreign blossom。 She rode astride in loose trousers； and no Buckkeep dyeing vat had produced that crocus purple。 Her trousers were adorned with intricate embroideries in rich colors； and tucked securely into her boot tops。 Her boots came almost to her knee； Burrich would have approved that practicality。 She wore； not a cloak； but a short jacket of voluminous white fir； with a high collar to shield her neck from the wind。 A white fox； I guessed； from the tundra on the far side of the Mountains。 Her hands were gloved in black。 The wind had played with her long yellow hair； streaming it out and tangling it over her shoulders。 Atop her head was a knitted cap of every bright color I could imagine。 She sat her horse high and forward； in the Mountain style； and it made Softstep think she must prance instead of walk。 The chestnut mare's harness was a jingle with tiny silver bells； ringing sharp as icicles in the brisk morning。 pared with the other women in their voluminous skirts and cloaks； she looked agile as a cat。
She brought to mind an exotic warrior from a northern clime or an adventurer from some ancient tale。 It set her apart from her ladies； not as a highborn and well…adorned woman shows her status among those less royal； but almost as a hawk would appear caged with songbirds。 I was not sure she should show herself so to her subjects。 Prince Regal rode at Kettricken's side； smiling and talking to her。 Their conversation was lively； spiced often with laughter。 As I approached closer I let Sooty slow her pace。 Kettricken reined in； smiling； and would have stopped to give me greeting； but Prince Regal nodded icily and kneed his horse to a trot。 Kettricken's mare； not to be left behind； tugged at her bit and kept pace with him。 I received as brisk a greeting from those who trailed after the Queen and Prince。 I halted to watch them pass； and then continued up to Buckkeep with an uneasy heart。 Kettricken's face had been animated； her pale cheeks pink with the cold air； and her smile at Regal had been as genuinely merry as the occasional smiles she still gave me。 Yet I could not believe she would be so gullible as to trust him。
I pondered this while I unsaddled Sooty and rubbed her down。 I had bent down to check her hooves when I felt Burrich watching me over the wall of the stall。 I asked him； 〃For how long？〃
He knew what I was asking。
〃He began a few days after you left。 He brought her down here one day； and spoke me fair； saying he thought it quite a shame that the Queen was spending all her days shut up in the Keep。 She was used to such an open and hearty life up in the Mountains。 He claimed he had allowed her to persuade him to teach her to ride as we rode here in the lower lands。 Then he had me saddle Softstep with the saddle Verity had made for his queen； and off they went。 Well； what was I to do or say？〃 he asked me fiercely as I turned to look at him questioningly。 〃It is as you have said before。 We are King's Men。 Sworn。 And Regal is a Prince of the Farseer house。 Even if I were faithless enough to refuse him； there was my queen…in…waiting； expecting me to fetch her horse for her and saddle her。〃
A slight motion of my hand reminded Burrich that his words sounded close to treason。 He stepped into the stall beside me； to scratch behind Sooty's ears pensively as I finished with her。
〃You could do nothing else；〃 I conceded。 〃But I must wonder what his real intent is。 And why she suffers him。〃
〃His intent？ Perhaps just to wriggle his way back into favor with her。 It is no secret that she pines in the castle。 Oh； she is fair…spoken to all。 But there is too much honesty in her for her to make others believe she is happy when she is not。〃
〃Perhaps；〃 I conceded grudgingly。 I lifted my head as suddenly as a dog does when his master whistles。 〃I have to go。 King…in…Waiting Verity 。。。〃 I let the words trail away。 I did not have to let Burrich know I had been summoned by the Skill。 I slung my saddlebags with the arduously copied scrolls inside to my shoulder and headed up to the castle。
I did not pause to change my clothes； or even to warm myself at the kitchen fires； but went straight to Verity's map room。 The door was ajar； and I tapped once and then entered。
Verity leaned over a map secured to his table。 He scarcely glanced up to acknowledge me。 Steaming mulled wine already awaited me； and a generous platter of cold meats and bread stood on a table near the hearth。 After a bit he straightened up。
〃You block too well；〃 Verity said by way of a greeting。 〃I have been trying to get you to hurry for the past three days； and when do you finally know you are Skilled？ When you are standing in my own stables。 I tell you； Fitz； we must find time to teach you some sort of control over your Skill。〃
But I knew even as he spoke that there would never be that time。 Too many other things demanded his attention。 As always； he immediately plunged into his concern。 〃Forged ones；〃 he said。 I felt a chill of foreboding run up my spine。
〃The Red…Ships have struck again？ This deep in winter？〃 I asked incredulously。
〃No。 At least we are still spared that。 But it seems that the Red…Ships can leave us and go home to their hearths； and still leave their poison among us。〃 He paused。 〃Well； go on。 Warm yourself and eat。 You can chew and listen at the same time。〃
As I helped myself to the mulled wine and food； Verity lectured me。 〃It is the same problem as before。 Reports of Forged ones； robbing and despoiling； not just travelers； but isolated farms and houses。 I have investigated； and must give credence to the reports。 Yet the attacks are happening far from the sites of any raids； and in every case the folk claim there are not one or two Forged ones； but groups of them； acting in concert。〃
I considered for a moment； swallowed； then spoke。 〃I don't think Forged ones are capable of acting in bands or even as partners。 When one encounters them； one finds they have no sense of 。。。 munity。 Of shared humanity。 They can speak； and reason； but only selfishly。 They are as wolverines would be if given human tongues。 They care for nothing but their own survival。 They see each other only as rivals for food or fort of any kind。〃 I refilled my mug； grateful for the spreading warmth of the wine。 At least it pushed aside the physical cold。 The chill thought of the bleak isolation of the Forged ones it could not touch。
It was the Wit that had let me discover this about Forged ones。 So deadened were they to all sense of kinship with the world that I could scarcely sense them at all。 The Wit gave me a certain access to that web that bound all creatures together； but the Forged ones were separate from that net； as isolated as stones； as hungry and merciless as an unthinking storm or a river in flood。 To encounter one unexpectedly was as startling to me as if a stone rose up to attack me。
But Verity only nodded thoughtfully。 〃Yet even wolves； animals as they are； attack as a pack。 As do tearfish on a whale。 If these animals can band together to bring down food； why not the Forged ones？〃
I set down the bread I had picked up。 〃Wolves and tearfish do as they do by their nature； and share the flesh with their young。 They do not kill； each for his own meat； but for meat for the pack。 I have seen Forged ones in groups； but they do not act together。 The time I was attacked by more than one Forged one； the only thing that saved me was that I was able to turn them against each other。 I dropped the cloak they desired； and they fought over it。 And when they came after me again； they more got in one another's way than helped one another。〃 I fought to keep my voice steady as the memory of that night rose up in me。 Smithy had died that night； and I had first killed。 〃But they do not fight together。 That is what is beyond the Forged ones； the idea of cooperating so that all might benefit。〃
I looked up to find Verity's dark eyes full of sympathy。 〃I had forgotten that you had had some experience fighting them。 Forgive me。 I don't dismiss it。 There is just so much besieging me lately。〃 His voice dwindled away and he seemed to be listening to something far away。 After a moment he came back to himself。 〃So。 You believe they can
