tw.togreenangeltower2-第17部分
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The River Road itself was almost empty： as they rode along they met only one wagon； which bore an entire family and its belongings。 The driver； a careworn man who looked older than he probably was； seemed almost overwhelmed by the effort of nodding to Simon and Miriamele as they passed。 She turned to watch the wagon wheeling slowly eastward behind a thin…shanked ox； and wondered if they were going to Sesuad'ra to cast their fortunes with Josua。 The man； his scrawny wife； and their silent children had looked so sad； so tired； that it was painful to think that they might be traveling toward a place she knew to be deserted。 Miriamete was tempted to warn them that the prince was already marching south； but she hardened her heart and turned around。 Such a favor would be dangerous foolishness： appearing in Erkynland with knowledge of Josua would attract far more attention than was healthy。
The few small settlements they passed as morning wore into afternoon seemed almost deserted； only a few plumes of gray wafting from the smoke holes of houses； a gray just a little darker than the surrounding mist； suggested that people still went about their lives in this depressing place。 If these had been fanning munities； there was little sign of it now： the fields were full of dark weeds and there were no animals to be seen。 Miriamele guessed that if the times were as bad here as she had heard reported of other parts of Erkynland； the few cows and sheep and pigs not yet eaten were being jealously guarded。
〃I'm not sure we should stay on this road too much longer。〃 Miriamele squinted up from the broad； muddy causeway into the reddening western sky。
〃We've barely seen a dozen people all day；〃 Simon replied。 〃And if we're being followed； we're best out in the open； where we can see anyone behind us。〃
〃But we'll be ing to the outskirts of Stanshire soon。〃 Miriamele had traveled in this area a few times with her father； and had a fairly good idea of where they were。 〃That's a much bigger town than any of these little places we've passed。 There'll be people on the road there； that's certain。 Maybe guardsmen； too。〃
Simon shrugged。 〃I suppose。 What are we going to do； ride through the fields？〃
〃I don't think anyone will notice or care。 Haven't you seen how all the houses are shuttered？ It's too cold for people to be looking out the windows。〃
In answer； Simon exhaled a puff of foggy breath and smiled。 〃As you say。 Just be careful we don't run the horses into a bog or something。 It'll be dark soon。〃
They turned their mounts off the road and through a hedge of loose brush。 The sun was almost gone now； a thin slice of crimson on the horizon all that remained。 The wind increased； whipping through the long grass。
Evening had settled in across the hilly landscape by the time they saw the first signs of Stanshire。 The village lay on both sides of the river； joined by a central bridge； and on the northern bank the clutter of houses extended almost to the eaves of the forest。 Simon and Miriamele stopped on a hilltop and looked down on the twinkling lights。
〃It's smaller；〃 Miriamele said。 〃It used to fill this entire valley。〃
Simon squinted。 〃I think it still does…see； there are houses all the way across。 It's just that only half of them have fires； or lamps burning； or whatever。〃 He pulled off his gloves to blow on his fingers。 〃So。 Where shall we stay tonight？ Did you bring any money for an inn？〃
〃We are not going to sleep indoors。〃
Simon raised an eyebrow。 〃No？ Well； at least we can find a hot meal somewhere。〃
Miriamele turned to look at him。 〃You don't understand； do you？ This is my father's country。 I have been here before myself。 And there are so few travelers on the road that even if we weren't recognized by anyone； people would want to ask us questions；〃 She shook her head。 〃I can't take the chance。 We can probably send you in somewhere to buy some food…I did bring some money…but stay in a hostel？ We might as well hire a trumpeter to walk before us。〃
It was hard to tell in the dim light； but Simon seemed to be flushing。 There was certainly an angry edge to his voice。 〃If you say so。〃
She calmed her own temper。 〃Please； Simon。 Don't you think that I would love a chance to wash my face and sit down on a bench and eat a real supper？ I'm trying to do what's best。〃
Simon looked at her for a moment； then nodded。 〃I'm sorry。 That's good sense。 I was just disappointed。〃
Miriamele felt a sudden gust of affection for him。 〃I know。 You're a good friend。〃
He looked up sharply； but said nothing。 They rode down the hillside into the Stanshire valley。
There was something wrong with Stanshire。 Miriamele remembered it from her visit some half…dozen years before as a bustling； thriving town populated mostly by miners and their families； a place where even at night the narrow streets were full of lamplight…but now the few passersby seemed in a hurry to be inside once more； and even the town's inns were quiet as monasteries and nearly empty。
Miriamele waited in the shadows outside The Wedge and Beetle while Simon spent some of their cintis…pieces on bread and milk and onions。
〃I asked the owner about some mutton and he just stared at me；〃 Simon said。 〃I think it's been a very bad year。〃
〃Did he ask you any questions？〃
〃He wanted to know where I came from。〃 Simon was already nibbling on his bread。 〃I told him I was a chandler from Hasu Vale； looking for some work。 He looked at me funny again； then said； 'Well； you've found there's no work to be had here； haven't you？' It's just as well he didn't need some work because I've forgotten everything Jeremias ever told me about how to make candles。 But he asked me how long since I'd left Hasu Vale； and was it true what everyone said； that there's hauntings in the hills there。〃
〃Hauntings？〃 Miriamele felt a thin line of ice along her spine。 〃I don't like the sound of that。 What did you tell him？〃
〃That I'd been gone a long time； of course。 That I'd been traveling in the south looking for work。 Then； before he could start asking me about that； I told him my wife was waiting in the wagon up on the River Road and that I had to go。〃
〃Your wife？〃
Simon grinned。 〃Well； I had to tell him something； didn't I？ Why else would a man take his food and hurry back out into the cold？〃
Miriamele made a disgusted noise； then clambered up into the saddle。 〃We should find a place to sleep； at least for a while。 I'm exhausted。〃
Simon looked around。 〃I don't know where we could go here…it's hard to tell which houses are empty； even if there's no smoke and no light。 The people may have left； or they just might not have any firewood。〃
As he spoke； a light rain began to fall。
〃We should move farther out；〃 she said。 〃On the western edge of town we can probably find an empty barn or a shed。 Also there's a quarry out there； a big one。〃
〃Sounds splendid。〃 Simon took a bite from one of the rather shriveled…looking onions。 〃You lead。〃
〃Just don't eat my supper by mistake；〃 she said darkly。 〃And don't spill any of that milk。〃
〃No； my lady；〃 he replied。
As they rode west on Soakwood Road； one of Stanshire's main thoroughfares； Miriamele found herself oddly disturbed by Simon's words。 It was indeed impossible to tell if any of the darkened houses and shops were occupied； but she had a distinct sense of being watched； as though hidden eyes peered…out through the cracks in the window shutters。
Soon enough they reached the farmland outside town。 The rain had eased； and was now little more than a drizzle。 Miriamele pointed out the quarry； which from their vantage point on Soakwood Road was a great black nothingness。 When the road had climbed a little higher up the hill； they could see a flickering of reddish light on the lower walls of the quarry。
〃Someone's got a fire there；〃 said Simon。 〃A big one。〃
〃Perhaps they're digging stone；〃 Miriamele replied。 〃Whatever they're doing； though； we don't need to know about it。 The fewer people who see us； the better。〃 She turned them off the wide road and down one of the small lanes； away from the quarry and back toward the River Road。 The path was muddy； and finally Miriamele decided that it would be better to light a torch than risk a broken leg for one of the horses。 They dismounted； and Simon did his best to hold off the misting rain with his cloak while Miriamele stmggled with the flint。 At last she managed to strike a spark that set the oily rag burning。
After riding a little farther they found a likely shelter； a large shed standing in a field that had gone mostly to weeds and bramble。 The house to which it apparently belonged； several hundred paces away down the glen； looked deserted。 Neither Miriamele nor Simon were certain that the house was truly empty； but the shed at least seemed relatively safe； and they would certainly be drier and happier than beneath open sky。 They tethered their horses to a gnarled…and sadly barren…apple tree behind the shed； out of sight of the house below。
Inside； the torchlight revealed a heap of
