tw.togreenangeltower2-第118部分
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〃Yes？〃
〃Perhaps it is not just some secret goal he has that he wishes to conceal。 Perhaps he also tries to hide the secret of the Three Swords。〃
Tiamak felt a glimmer of understanding。 〃But if all the contention between Josua and the High King has been arranged just to keep us from understanding how to use the swords； it might mean that the answer is quite simple…something we would quickly see if we were not distracted。〃
〃Exactly！〃 Strangyeard； in pursuit of an idea； had lost his usual reticence。 〃Exactly。 Either there is something so simple that we could not fail to see it if we were not caught up in the day…to…day struggle； or there is someone or someplace vital to us that we cannot reach as long as this war between brothers continues。〃
They Who Watch and Shape； marveled Tiamak； it is good to have someone to share my thoughts with…someone who understands； who questions； who searches for meaning！ For a moment he did not even miss his home in the swamp。 Aloud； he said： 〃Wonderful； Strangyeard。 It is something well worth considering。〃
The archivist colored； but spoke confidently。 〃I remember when we were first fleeing Naglimund； Deornoth said that the Norns seemed to wish to keep us from going certain directions…at that time it was deeper into Aldheorte。 Instead of trying to kill us； or capture us； they seemed to try to 。。。 drive us。〃 The priest wiped absently at his chill…reddened nostrils； not yet recovered from the sojourn on deck。 〃I think perhaps they were keeping us from the Sithi。〃
Tiamak put the pages he was holding down： there would be time enough for them later。 〃So perhaps there is something the Sithi know…perhaps even they do not realize it！ He Who Always Steps on Sand； how 1 wish we had questioned young Simon more closely about his time with the immortals。〃 Tiamak stood up and moved toward the cabin door。 〃I will go tell Sludig that we wish to talk to Aditu。〃 He stopped。 〃But I do not know how she could cross from one ship to another。 The seas are so dangerous now。〃 Strangyeard shrugged。 〃It will do no harm to ask。〃 Tiamak paused； tilting back and forth with the ship's movement； then abruptly sat down again。 〃It can wait until the morning； when it would be a safe crossing。 There is much we can do first。〃 He picked up the parchments again。 〃It could be anything； Strangyeard…anything！ We must think back on all the places we have been； the people we have met。 We have been reacting to only what was in front of us。 Now it is up to you and me to think on what we did not see while we were busy watching the spectacle of pursuit and war。〃
〃We should talk to others； too。 Sludig himself has seen much； and certainly Isgrimnur and Josua should be questioned。 But we do not even know what questions to ask。〃 The priest sighed and shook his head mournfully。 〃Merciful Aedon； but it is a pity that Geloe is not here with us。 She would know where to begin。〃
〃But she is not； as you said； and neither is Binabik。 So we must do it on our own。 This is our fearful duty； just as it is Camaris' task to swing a sword； and Josua's to bear the burdens of leadership。〃 Tiamak looked at the untidy mess of writings in his lap。 〃But you are right： it is hard to know where to begin。 If only someone could tell us more about the forging of these swords。 If only that knowledge had not been lost。〃
As the two sat； lost for a moment in glum silence； the Niskie's voice rose again； cutting through the clamor of the storm like a sharp blade。
At first the very size of the thing prevented Miriamele from understanding what it was。 Its dawn…colored brilliance and massive velvety petals； the dew drops sparkling like glass globes； even the thorns； each one a great spike of dark curving wood； all seemed things that must be absorbed and considered individually。 It was only after a long while…or what seemed a long while…that she could prehend that the vast thing spinning slowly before her eyes was 。。。 a rose。 It revolved as though its stem were being twirled by gigantic yet invisible fingers； its scent was so powerful that she felt the whole universe choked in perfume； and yet even as it smothered her； it filled her with life。
The wide； unbroken plain of grass above which the rose turned began to shudder。 The sod buckled upward beneath the mighty bloom； gray stones appeared； tall and angular； pushing up through the earth like moles nosing toward sunlight。 As they burst free； and as she saw for the first time that the long stones were joined at the bottom； she realized that what she saw was a huge hand pushing up from below the world's surface。 It lifted； grass and clotted dirt tumbling away； the stony fingers spread wide； encircling the rose。 A moment later the hand closed and squeezed。 The huge rose ceased turning； then slowly vanished in the crushing grip。 A single wide petal scudded slowly from side to side as it floated to the ground。 The rose was dead。。。。
Miriamele struggled up； blinking； her heart rattling inside her chest。 The cavern was dark but for the faint pink glow of a few of the dwarrow's crystals； as it had been when she had drifted off to sleep。 Nevertheless； she could tell something was different。
〃Yis…fidri？〃 she called。 A shape detached itself from the wall nearby and moved toward her； head bobbing。
〃He still has not returned；〃 said Yis…hadra。
〃What happened？〃 Miriamele's head was throbbing as though she had been struck a blow。 〃Something just happened。〃
〃It was very strong； this one。〃 Yis…hadra was clearly upset： her immense eyes were wider than usual and her long fingers twitched spasmodically。 〃Some 。。。 change is happening here…a change in the bones of the earth and in the heart of Asu'a。〃 She sought for words。 〃It has been happening for some time。 Now it grows stronger。〃
〃What kind of change？ What are we going to do？〃
〃We do not know。 But we will do nothing until Yis…fidri and the others are e back。〃
'The whole place is falling down around our ears 。。。 and you're not going to do anything？！ Not even run away？〃
〃It is not 。。。 falling down。 The changing is different。〃 Yis…hadra laid a trembling hand on Miriamele's arm； 〃Please。 My people are frightened。 You make it worse。〃
Before Miriamele could say anything else； a strange silent rumble moved through her； a sound too low to hear。 The entire chamber seemed to shift…for a moment； even Yis…hadra's odd； homely face became something unliving； and the roseate light from the dwarrow's batons deepened and chilled to glaring white； then azure。 Everything seemed to be skewed。 Miriamele felt herself slipping away sideways； as though she had lost her grip on the spinning world。
A moment later； the crystal lights warmed again and the cavern was once more as it had been。
Miriamele took several shaky breaths before she could speak。 〃Something 。。。 very bad 。。。 is happening。〃
Yis…hadra rose from her crouch； swaying unsteadily。 〃I must see to the others。 Yis…fidri and I try to keep them from being too fearful。 Without the Shard； without the Pattern Hall； there is little left to hold us together。〃
Shivering； Miriamele watched the dwarrow go。 The mass of stone all around her felt like the confining walls of a tomb。 Whatever Josua and old Jarnauga and the others had feared was now happening。 Some wild power was coursing through the stones beneath the Hayholt just as blood ran through her own body。 Surely there was only a little time left。
Is this where it will end for me？ she wondered。 Down here in the dark； and never knowing why？
Miriamele did not remember falling asleep again； but she awakened…more gently this time…sitting upright along the cavern wall； pillowed against the hood of her cloak。 Her neck was sore； and she rubbed it for a moment until she saw someone squatting by her pack； a dim outline in the faint rose light of the dwarrow…crystals。
〃You there！ What are you doing？〃
The figure turned； eyes wide。 〃You are awake；〃 the troll said。
〃Binabik？〃 Miriamele stared for a moment； dumbfounded； then sprang to her feet and ran to him。 She caught him up in a hug that squeezed out a breathless laugh。 〃Mother of
