cacb.thefarkingdoms-第48部分
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。。。 you are free。〃
The men and women looked at each other； hesitant。 No one moved。 Finally； the beautiful woman stepped forward； she walked up to me and said a word I did not understand。 Then she repeated it； this time in the patois。 This time I understood； the word she used was free。 She said it with great relish。 Then she turned back to the others and shouted a few sentences。 The freed captives found their tongues and babbled。 Then one； then two； then five walked to Janos。 The others were suddenly silent。 They looked down at the ground； then sat。 Janos tried again； but none of them rose。 He even seized one man by the arm and dragged him to his feet。 But the man went limp and let himself collapse。 Janos was angry； seething 。。。 as if he might kill someone 。。。 or as if he might cry。
Maeen broke his building rage。 〃Sir。 Captain Greycloak。 It's false dawn。 We must be moving。〃
Janos forced calm。 〃I should have remembered；〃 he said to the captives。 〃There were people like you when I was 。。。 what I was。 Men who would rather live in chains than die free。〃
Then it was as if they did not exist。 He shouted us into motion。 We must return to our camp and get the packs onto the asses。 The nomads would be back…almost certainly with reinforcements。 We must be gone when they came； deeper into the desert。 We looted the camp； leaving only foodstuffs for those who had decided to remain in slavery。 All else we burned。 We drove their horses out in a different direction； hoping to provide a false trail。 We dared not take them with us…the nomads might know exactly where every water source was； but we did not。 And we did not want to landmark our direction of flight with a line of carcasses。 Then we marched out。 As we moved out of the oasis； in the first red flush of real dawn； the woman caught up with me and tapped my chest and asked something。 It took a moment before I realized what she wanted to know。
〃Amalric；〃 I answered。 She touched her own chest。
〃Deoce。〃
Then we went on into the desert； the last flames from the nomads' camp lost in the glare of the rising sun。
CHAPTER TEN
Deoce
DURING THE NEXT few days； Deoce and her panions had cause to regret their rescue。 The desert nights were so cold； our bones ached； and the days so opposite we begged for the fort of night。 It was impossible to keep the fast pace Janos desired； so we were grateful the slavers had evidently decided not to follow。 And as the sun beat down and the asses bawled their misery； and we wished for tears enough to weep； we realized only a fool would pursue us。 For we were all clearly doomed； as would be anyone who followed。 Still； there were beasts about…although I cannot attest they were of this world。 At night we heard them howling for the wetness of our blood； during the hot day we could sense them snuffling； just out of view； on our scent。
On the third dusk of our ordeal； Cassini's divining rod finally gave a weak twitch； and we all fell to the sand and began to scrabble and dig like dogs。 I growled with satisfaction like the others when my fingers found wet sand。 I scooped up the wetness and stuffed it into my mouth； sucking eagerly on the grit； spitting it away when it was dry； and grabbing up another handful。 When I was nearly satiated I looked up； munching on sand as if it were sweet sherbet； and saw Deoce。 Her face was filthy； and when she grinned at me； sand clung to her teeth。 She laughed at my own look； and when I laughed back at her own poor state； she found greater amusement； laughing even louder。
Deoce had a lovely laugh。 I can hear it now as I write these words and struggle for descriptive powers。 It wasn't musical or bell…like； or any of those 〃winds in a sacred grove〃 parisons。 She laughed from the toes up； a deep； heartfelt laugh that tickled the spirit of anyone in her pany。 Soon we were all laughing； and it took little encouragement from Janos to get the men busy widening and deepening the hole and helping the animals get a drink。
I am not saying we were as good as new that night； or even refreshed； but our spirits were much lighter。 When one of the beasts howled； Lione mocked it with a howl of his own； and soon all the men were howling； until the only sounds we heard in the desert were our own。
Deoce sat near me as we ate； and after a time we attempted conversation。 She pointed at me； said my name； and gestured about She repeated my name； but this time with a question to the tone。 〃Ah；〃 I said。 〃You want to know where I e from。〃 I pointed west。 She frowned at this and shook her head； as if this was not possible。 So I nodded； firm； and pointed west once again。 As she thought on this； I spoke her name； and gestured about as she had。 Where did she e from？ She pointed south and flashed her fingers at me several times； indicating much distance。 I raised both hands in a question； pointed south again； then back to where we had encountered the nomads。 〃What happened？〃 I asked。 〃How did you e into their pany？〃 Deoce shook her head； puzzled at my meaning。 So I pointed at her wrists； mimed manacles and chain； and again lifted my hands in question。 Her lovely eyes cleared as she understood。 She chattered heatedly in her own language； then frustrated； she made walking motions with her fingers in the sand。 Her face took on the look of blissful innocence； and she hummed as if she hadn't a care in the world。 She was acting out the beginning of her journey； making motions to indicate many panions and a strong guard。 Then she suddenly took the part of the nomads； face crafty； evil； lurking。 And I realized the nomads were lying in ambush when her party went past Then she mimed a leap forward； made noises of battle； took on the roles of soldiers waging a fierce fight and then threw her arms about herself to indicate her capture。 She tapped both wrists to indicate the manacles and made motions of walking again。 This time with a look of terrible despair。 She sighed； acted out a stifled sob。 Deoce pointed east This was the direction the slavers were taking her。 She made motions of a purse full of coin exchanging hands。 I understood she was to be taken to some far place to be sold。
Even in the baggy trousers and puffed shirt； with a thin line of sand about her lips； Deoce was a remarkably beautiful woman。 She would have fetched a handsome price for that nomad chieftain。
We were silent for a time； as each of us struggled to think how to continue our conversation。 〃Perhaps I can help； my friend；〃 Janos said。 I hadn't heard him approach and looked around with mild surprise。 He handed me a small； wooden writing box and crouched by my side。 〃I have some experience in these matters； if you recall。〃
〃I'm not sure that you can help；〃 I said。 〃Our languages seem to have no similarities that I can grasp。〃
Janos laughed。 〃I told you once before； my dear Amalric； that the best dictionary is one that you can bed。〃
I was shocked at this suggestion。 〃Oh； e； now； Janos。 I wouldn't take advantage of the girl。 She is obviously from good family。 As good； or better than my own； I warrant。 And she is clearly a virgin。 It would be wrong for me〃。
〃It would be wrong for you to act as if you were home in peaceful； dull Orissa； just now； Amalric。 This is life。 Real life。〃 He gestured about the wilderness。 'Take it as you find it； my friend。 Or you will regret it the rest of your days。〃
I wanted to protest； but Janos turned to address Deoce。 〃My friend thinks you are a most lovely woman； lady；〃 he said in our tongue。 〃He believes you are a princess。 And； perhaps you are。 Amalric is almost a prince； so you would make a good match。〃
Deoce frowned a little at the mystery of his words； but she smiled and nodded as he spoke； chattering back in her own language。 She pointed at the writing box； and Janos opened it to display clean pads of linen and writing implements。 Deoce laughed and drew them out； quickly catching on to his intent。 She plucked at her sleeve； said a word； then repeated that word 。。。 slowly 。。。 and wrote it down on the linen。 She handed it to me； motioning for me to do the same。 〃Sleeve；〃 I said。 〃Slee…〃
〃Don't be so single…minded； my merchant friend；〃 Janos admonished。 〃She obviously means the whole garment。 If you go on like that； y
