rh.royalassassin-第33部分
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turn of a lip； but enough to bid me to silence。 The Fool gathered up the dishes； all the while making merry talk with the King； and then both of us were dismissed together。 As we left； the King was staring into the flames。
Out in the hall； we exchanged glances more openly。 I began to speak； but the Fool menced to whistle； and did not cease until we were halfway down the stairs。 Then he paused and caught at my sleeve； and we halted on the stairway； betwixt floors。 I sensed he had chosen this spot carefully。 None could see or hear us speak here； save that we saw them also。 Still； it was not even the Fool that spoke to me； but the rat atop the scepter。 He brought it up before my nose and squeaked in the rat's voice； 〃Ah； but you and I； we must remember whatever he forgets； Fitz； and keep it safe for him。 It costs him much to show as strong as he did tonight。 Do not be deceived about that。 What he said to you； twice； you must cherish and obey； for it means he held it twice as hard in his mind to be sure he would say it to you。〃
I nodded and resolved to deliver the scroll that very night to Verity。 〃I do not much care for Wallace；〃 I mented to the Fool。
〃'Tis not Wall's Ass you should have a care for； but Wall's Ears；〃 he replied solemnly。 Abruptly he balanced the tray on one long…fingered hand and lofted it high over his head； and went capering off down the stairs before me； leaving me alone to think。
I delivered the scroll that night； and in the days that followed； I took up the tasks Verity had assigned me earlier。 I used fat sausage and smoked fish as the vehicles for my poisons； wrapped in small bundles。 These I might easily scatter as I fled； in the hopes there would be sufficient for all who pursued me。 Each morning I studied the map in Verity's map room； and then saddled Sooty and took myself and my poisons out where I thought it most likely I would be set upon by Forged ones。 Remembering my previous experiences； I carried a short sword on these riding expeditions； something that afforded both Hands and Burrich some amusement at first。 I gave it out that I was scouting for game in case Verity wished to plan a winter hunt。 Hands accepted it easily； Burrich with a tightened mouth that showed he knew I lied； and knew also that I could not tell him the truth。 He did not pry； but neither did he like it。
Twice in ten days I was set upon by Forged ones； and twice fled easily； letting my poisoned provisions tumble from my saddlebags as I went。 They fell upon them greedily； scarcely unwrapping the meat before stuffing it into their mouths。 I returned to each site the following day； to document for Verity how many I had slain and the details of their appearances。 The second group did not match any description we had received。 We both suspected this meant there were more Forged ones than we had heard。
I did my task； but I took no pride in it。 Dead； they were even more pitiful than alive。 Ragged； thin creatures； frostbitten and battered by their fights among themselves they were； and the savagery of the quick harsh poisons I used twisted their bodies into caricatures of men。 Frost glistened on their beards and eyebrows； and the blood from their mouths made red clumps like frozen rubies in the snow。 Seven Forged ones I killed this way； and then heaped the frozen bodies with pitchpine； and poured oil on them and set them aflame。 I cannot say what I found most distasteful； the poisoning； or the concealing of my deed。 Cub had initially begged to go with me when he understood that I was riding out each day after feeding him； but at one point； as I stood over the frozen stickmen I had slain； I heard； This is not hunting； this。 This is no pack's doing。 This is man's doing。 His presence was gone before I could rebuke him for intruding into my mind again。
Evenings I returned to the Keep； to hot fresh food and warm fires； dry clothes and a soft bed； but the specters of those Forged ones stood between me and those forts。 I felt myself a heartless beast that I could enjoy such things after spreading death by day。 My only fort was a prickly one； that at night when I slept； I dreamed of Molly； and walked and talked with her； unhaunted by Forged ones or their frost rimed bodies。
Came a day I rode out later than I had intended； for Verity had been in his map room and had kept me overlong in talk。 A storm was ing up； but it did not seem too severe of one。 I had not intended to go far that day。 But I found fresh sign instead of my prey； and sign of a larger group of them than I had expected。 And so I rode on； ever at the alert with my five senses； for the sixth of the Wit was no help at all in finding Forged ones。 The gathering clouds stole the light from the sky more swiftly than I had expected and the sign led me down game trails where Sooty and I found it slow going。 When I finally glanced up from my tracking； admitting that they had eluded me this day； I found myself much farther from Buckkeep than I had intended and well off any traveled road。
The wind began to blow； a nasty cold one that foretold snow to follow。 I wrapped my cloak more tightly about myself and turned Sooty's head toward home； relying on her to pick her path and pace。 Darkness fell before we'd gone far； and snow with it。 Had I not traversed this area so frequently of late； I would surely have been lost。 But we pressed on； going always； it seemed； into the teeth of the wind。 The cold soaked right through me； and I began to shiver。 I feared the shivering might actually be the beginnings of trembling and a fit such as I had not suffered for a long time。
I was grateful when the winds finally tore a rent in the cloud cover； and moonlight and starlight leaked through to gray our way。 We made a better pace then； despite the fresh snow that Sooty waded through。 We broke out of a thin birch forest； onto a hillside that lightning had burned off a few years ago。 The wind was stronger here with nothing to oppose it； and I gathered my cloak and turned up the collar again。 I knew that once I crested the hill； I would see the lights of Buckkeep； and that another hill away and a vale would find a well…used road to take me home。 So I was of better cheer as we cut our way across the hill's smooth flank。
Sudden as thunder； I heard the hoofbeats of a horse struggling to make speed； but somehow encumbered。 Sooty slowed； then threw back her head and whinnied。 At the same moment I saw a horse and rider break out of the cover； downhill of me and to the south。 The horse carried a rider； and two other people clung to it； one to its breast strap and one to the rider's leg。 Light glinted on a blade that rose and fell； and with a cry the man clutching at the rider's leg fell away to wallow and shriek in the snow。 But the other figure had caught the horse's headstall； and as he tried to drag the beast to a halt； two other pursuers burst from the trees to converge on the struggling horse and rider。 。
The moment of recognizing Kettricken is inseparable from the moment I set heels to Sooty。 What I saw made no sense to me； but that did not prevent my responding。 I did not ask myself what my queen…in…waiting was doing out here； at night； unacpanied and set upon by robbers。 Rather； I found myself admiring how she kept her seat and set her horse to wheeling as she kicked and slashed at the men who tried to drag her down。 I drew my sword as we closed on the struggle； but I do not recall that I made any sound。 My recollection of the whole struggle is a strange one； a battle of silhouettes； done in black and white like a mountain shadow play； soundless save for the grunts and cries of the Forged ones as one after another they fell。
Kettricken had slashed one across the face； blinding him with blood； but still he clung to her and tried to drag her from the saddle。 The other ignored the plight of his fellows； tugging instead at saddlebags that probably carried no more than a bit of food and brandy packed for a day's ride。
Sooty took me in close to the one gripping Softstep's headstall。 I saw it was a woman and then my sword was into her and out again； as soulless an exercise as chopping wood。 Such a peculiar struggle。 I could sense Kettricken and me； the fright of her horse and Sooty's battle…trained enthusiasm； but from her attackers； nothing。 Nothing at all。 No anger throbbed； no pain of their wounds shrieked for attention。 To my Wit； they were not there at all； any more than the snow or the wind that likewise opposed me。
I watched as in a dream as Kettricken seized her attacker by the hair and leaned his head back that she might cut his throat。 Blood spilled black in the moonlight； drenching her coat and leaving a sheen on the chestnut's neck and shoulder before he fell back to spasm in the snow。 I swung my short sword at the last one； but missed。 Kettricken did not。 Her short knife danced in； and punched through jerkin and rib cage and into his lung； and out again as swift。 She kicked him away。 〃To me！〃 she said simply into the night； and put heels to her chestnut； driving Softstep straight up the hill。 Sooty ran with her nose at Kettricken's stirrup； and so we crested the hill together； glimpsing the lights of
