cacb.thefarkingdoms-第73部分
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〃At last there were but thirty or so of us； and Janos the only officer。 We had no means of navigation but the sun and the stars； and wandered from our intended course。 Finally we struck the sea； but west of the Shore People's land； on a deserted coast。 Two of the men had grown up on the water； and knew how to build rafts。 We lashed together a crude craft； made a small sail from what garments we could do without； and put our fate in the hands of the gods； hoping the current would carry us to Redond。〃
They never reached the trading city。 Instead； they were captured by a raiding galley。 〃They claimed to be pirates； but all of them behaved like well…trained sailors。 Lycanthian navy； I guessed。 Eight more of us fell in that battle。 The rest of us were chained in the forepeak of the ship； and the ship sailed for Lycanth。
〃Captain Greycloak and I made a plan； and when we were brought on deck just outside that cursed bay of Lycanth； we put it in motion。 The idea was for Janos to start a fight； and hope the others would join in。 Since I was a great swimmer as a boy； I was to leap into the water； and strike for land。 If the captain could break free…he would go after me。〃 Maeen shook his head； shamefacedly； as if somehow he had failed。 〃But the last I saw was the captain being borne down by guards。 Then there were arrows falling all around me； and I had to swim underwater for a space。〃
Maeen made his way to shore in time to see the galley pass over the great chain that guarded the entrance to Lycanth's harbor。 There was nothing he could do for Janos or the others； except carry the tale to Orissa。 He told of this final feat most matter…of…factly； as if the wild creatures and the roving Lycanthian patrols were not worth the notice。 I guessed； after such a long and gruel…ing journey； they might not have been。
Maeen was finished。 I poured him another brandy； and bethought myself as to what should be done next。 But matters were taken out of my hands within two hours。 Someone…a guard at the gates； someone in the streets； perhaps even one of my household…had spread the word。 Orissa wept and rent its garments。 There had been catastrophe in the city before。 But never before had there been such a disaster。 No survivors of the two thousand； except for Maeen。 All of them either dead； lost in the wilderness； or made slaves： three Magistrates； young but highly respected； General Versred and his staff； other officers； all known for their bravery； all of the Magistrates' Own Guard except the skeleton headquarters staff and one cohort； and heaping over all of it； the hundreds of corpses of mon soldiers； some of the bravest； most adventurous young men of Orissa。
Maeen was summoned before the Magistrates and told his story。 I had suggested certain omissions； such as any criticism of the late General Versred； the deadly slow pace of the expedition； or of Janos himself。 Not that it would have mattered； I realized； as I listened to the anger and wails of mourning。 Maeen was ordered to repeat his tale at a city gathering at the Great Amphitheater； and again the frenzy roared up。 Orissa was hysterical： rumors； charges； and accusations clamored across the city like flames in dry brush as to what had really happened。 The flames were fed by the Evocators； with Cassini in their forefront。 Not only should the expedition have been made solely by sorcerous means； the Evocators casting their presence through spells； but it was foredoomed； being led into a trap by Janos Greycloak。 He was a traitor； a double agent in the pay of the Archons。 He was worse； a fiend from beyond； not even human。 Who； after all； had ever gone deep into the interior； beyond Redond； and found this province of Kostroma？ It was Janos who was keeping Orissa from its sacred mission to join up with the Far Kingdoms。 Janos' supporters would hear none of this； but their arguments that this tragedy was caused by the Evocators； who wished to preempt the glory of the Far Kingdoms for themselves and sustain their miserable theocracy； were not listened to。 Even Gamelan found it politically expedient to withdraw to his retreat beyond the city； there to immerse himself in the wisdom of the Other Worlds before making a statement on the terrible events。
Once again the libels against the Antero family surfaced。 We； too； were not really true to Orissa； but gave fealty only to gold coins and silver bars。 One night a bravo even chanced； within my hearing； that the noble Evocators had sensed corruption within my brother Halab； which was why he died。 I drove the man's teeth down his throat with the butt of my dagger and would have butchered him like a hog if Rali had not dragged me away。 She and Maeen were now the only fort in my life。 But even that brawl was one of the few bright colors I remember。 It was as if all the world was cast in a gray mist； and that a veil hung between me and life。 Deoce and Emilie were more in my thoughts than any of this shrilling and screaming。
It was about this time that the dream returned to me； the nightmare of being a tortured prisoner led by a being I now saw as Greif the Lycanthian through strange caverns to my destruction； a fate part of me weled in the dream。
I caught myself glooming at the river near dawn； watching the dark waters flow out toward the sea； and found myself thinking of how they looked gentle； like a weling bed to a tired man。 I pulled myself back。 My father might have struck me if he had been alive and had known my thoughts。 No Antero had ever allowed himself to sink into this kind of self…pity。 But I must do something； and do it immediately。
As soon as the thought hit me； I knew what to do。 Orissa would do nothing to save Janos； even if the city suddenly came to its senses。 Very well； I would； I hastened home。 I woke the household and began issuing orders。 I told Rali what I intended； and she frowned。 〃You might be jumping into waters deeper than you think；〃 she said； and I flinched inadvertently at her parison。 〃Perhaps Janos is more precious to Lycanth 。。。 or they've so convinced themselves 。。。 than we realize。〃
〃I don't see that；〃 I said。 〃I have never known a Lycanthian to refuse gold。 And I shall instruct Janos； before ransoming； to tell the Lycanthians everything he knows。 Let them mount their own expedition if they wish； and face the desert； the slavers； and the carrion eaters。 Janos； as proven by his getting lost in the return journey； has but a faulty map in his mind。 No other exists； save what I drew； and what I remember。〃
Rali shook her head。 〃You are thinking like a logical man； my brother。 That may lead you into trouble。 When men concern themselves with the color of their flags； such as both our cities are doing at the moment； and what they see as prestige of race 。。。 all rationality vanishes。 Add to that the insanity a mere mention of the Far Kingdoms is producing these days 。。。〃 Her voice trailed off。 〃Go if you must； Amalric。 But I fear for you。〃
By dawn the anonymous carriage I had hired was beyond the gates of the city。 In it were two chests of pure； soft gold rolls I'd taken from the vaults below our villa。 Those would entrance the Lycanthians； even their magic…soaked Archons； if necessary。 Not quite a king's ransom； but certainly sufficient for a baron or two。 The gold was guarded by six of my best retainers。 I wished to take Sergeant Maeen； but realized if the sole survivor to the tragedy left the city headed toward Lycanth； my enemies would find the obvious explanation and have troops after us within hours。
THE JOURNEY TO Lycanth went uneventfully。 I ordered the carriage and my men to remain at the last decent inn； just a day's journey from the city； until summoned； and rode to Lycanth alone。 I did not notice the weather or if there were other travelers about。 I was busily rehearsing my reasoning and the approach I would use to free Janos。 I entered the city without incident and rode toward the same inn we had stayed in previously。 I planned to refresh myself and then begin investigating in what manner one approached the Lycanthian rulers to seek a boon。 I never reached the inn。
It was twilight； and the streets were crowded as the Lycanthian workers made their way home； and I had to force my horse through
