cacb.thefarkingdoms-第120部分
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coupled with a man。 You； too； have a bit； as you of course are aware。
〃Ah；〃 Raveline said； having noted the flash of startlement that must have flickered。 〃You did not know。 It is not great； but has been sufficient； over the years； for you to sidestep hostile magics without being aware of them。 Men call such a trace of the power luck。 I shall； by the way； make sure the Antero 'luck' disappears； by extirpating your entire line within the next few weeks。〃 He amused himself with my agony for a moment； then； 〃I will return to my confession。 I must admit I am quite enjoying this； since there has never been anyone in my life I was foolish enough to confide in； nor shall there be anyone again。 Unless； perhaps； if I choose to evoke your spirit from time to time and permit it an audience。 That might prove amusing。
〃To go on。 After Halab's death； I let my guard slip； like a wine…filled sentry drowsing on his battlements in the noonday sun。 The next I became aware of the Anteros was when you had partnered with Janos Greycloak。 Another wizard of remarkable； if unschooled power。 Your family attracts sorcery like honey does flies； it would appear。 Again； I determined to take action； but again I chose maltempered steel； from the Archons and their much…vaunted tempest； which was but a zephyr pared to the powers I wield； then fools such as Cassini。 At least； when I failed I had the pleasure of wreaking personal vengeance。 Then Nisou Symeon； whose merits I shall severely reevaluate when I am finished with you。 At least I have learned not to allow time to pass when a problem presents itself； and that a great problem must be dealt with directly。 And I do have Janos Greycloak now。 You know； in some ways； Janos might have been greater than Halab； since Halab would have been no more than an inchoate； if great； force for what you groundlings label as good。 Janos； with his determination to measure； catalog； and analyze magic into a system could have shaken this world； and perhaps some of the ones beyond； to their roots。 It is fortunate for me that greatness describes his vices as well as his virtues。 Janos Kether Greycloak is quite fortably defanged now。〃
Raveline held out his hand； fingers up； and closed his talons。 〃Until two days ago； he was not quite secure within my grasp。 But after you left his pany after babbling all…oh yes； I listened； in spite of Greycloak's puerile attempts at casting a blocking spell…he notified me of what had occurred。 I told him what he must do 。。。 and he obeyed！ He obeyed！ And now he is mine。〃
〃And yet you still fear him；〃 I said。
〃I fear no one；〃 Raveline said boldly。 But his eyes darted to the side as he spoke。 He recovered and snapped； 〃Enough of this。 The conversation has ceased to amuse。 Now it is time for me to clasp you to me。 e； Amalric Antero。 e to your doom。〃
Raveline opened his arms and smiled。 I felt his power； in crashing waves。 My own arms lifted。 I took a step forward。 Raw red anger rolled over me； and his spell shattered。 My hands came down。 Raveline was taken aback。
〃You have more power than I thought。 Greif！ Bring him to me！〃
Greif came out of his paralysis and sprang forward； his hugely muscled arms pinioning mine； and he lifted me free of the ground； crushing me in a grinding chestlock。 But then it was easy； and his hold sent my muscle memory flashing back to oiled bodies grappling on mats； shouting judges； and desperate tricks old wrestlers taught while admonishing us never to use them in sport。 I back kicked against Greif's knee； and he yelped； grip loosening enough for my right fist to smash back into his genitals。 His arms came loose as he shrieked； finding agony beyond awareness of this chamber。 I turned into him； my fists joining and lifting high above my head and hammer striking at the base of his neck。 Greif was probably dead at that moment； but as he fell to the stone floor I had a fistful of his greasy hair in one hand； my foot on his neck； and I jerked sharply upward。 His neck snapped like a rotten limb。
I thought I heard a whisper； a voice I had not heard since I held a dying man in my arms in the streets of Lycanth： 〃Now I am truly free 。。。〃
I came back into a fighting stance； ready for Raveline's attack。 But he had not moved； and now his smile was a bit broader。
〃That rubbish；〃 he remarked； 〃shall go unmissed。 This bees interesting。 Now it shall be what latent power you Anteros have； against my tested； developed skills。 Again I order you。 e to me； Amalric Antero！〃 This time his fingers wove a spell； and he whispered words that even though I could not make them out； sent a wormcrawl through me。
The chamber grew darker； until there was nothing but Rave…line's presence； and then nothing but his eyes； beckoning tunnels that ordered me forward 。。。 drowning pools of evil pulling me like a maelstrom。 My mind swirled and was drawn in； and there was but a moment for my thought； and perhaps I called Halab's name； not even hoping for a miracle in this evil cavern。 And it was as if a layer of gauze transposed itself in front of Raveline's basilisk gaze。 The room brightened； and in that instant I was free； free to leap forward； without grace； without intent； as a goalkeeper deadens a ball before it can score。 I crashed into Raveline and sent him stumbling back and down。
I scrabbled toward him； trying for a grip； hoping I might seize his dagger before he brought me under his spell once more。 But Raveline's abilities were more than sorcerous。 He snap…rolled away like a tournament wrestler and was on his feet； hand drawing that dagger as sinuously as a serpent bares his fangs。 Its blade glittered； and I knew it to be ensorcelled。 But this time I did not allow time for the snake to gaze on the rabbit； for in that light that had appeared as I called for Halab's aid； I saw an archway behind where Raveline had stood； and I was running as hard as I could。 But as I ran I heard that monstrous mocking laughter of Raveline's and heard his words as clearly as if he were standing next to me。 〃You wish to play this out？ You shall have your wish。 They say the prey's flesh is made sweeter through terror and pain。 Go； Antero。 My hounds are already on the scent。 We shall meet shortly； when you have been brought to bay。〃
I paid no mind。 I had escaped the first trap； and would face the next when it was sprung。 I ran on； taking every stair that led upward。 Above me was the ruined city and its creatures； but there was also the sky and the night and the air。 My lungs seared air； and my tortured body begged for mercy； and I paid neither the slightest heed。 I found two gates； gates that reached high into the gloom above。 They were locked with a crossbar as thick as my body； just at the height of my shoulders。 I looked for a windlass or lever； but saw none。 I shoved at the bar vainly； knowing it would take a squad of soldiers to muscle it free。 But the crossbar silently lifted； and the gates were unlocked。 I but touched those gates； and they swung open； exquisitely balanced either by construct or magic。 Moonlight gleamed through the doors。 The clouds had washed away while I was in Raveline's death chamber。 Outside the gates were huge toppled stones； broken pillars； and the shattered pavings of the cursed； ruined city。
I ran out into the cold moonlight。 I hoped to find a negotiable ravine or slope that would lead me either down to the flatlands or to the river。 I was willing to chance my luck swimming those viscous…looking waters through the rapids to seek safety downstream。 I took a moment to get my bearings from the stars； frigidly indifferent as they stared down。 I picked a direction I thought the quickest route to the plateau's rim would lie； and having recovered a bit of my wind； trotted off。 I heard the first bowlings from Raveline's creatures。 I so dub them； even though I do not know if they were his creations or merely maleficent beings whose vile desires paralleled the prince's。 The baying grew louder； and I broke into a run。 I came into a broad avenue。 Down the center of the boulevard lay the remains of toppled statues。 I wasted a glance as I ran past。 Each statue's face had been effaced； as if a mason had chiseled each countenance away after the statues were brought down。 The stat
