jr.shapechangers-第40部分
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na's ancient race。 The pavilion was a speck of slate against the neutral tones of me Keep and surrounding forest。
Then Alix put away the joy of such freedom and flew on to seek a lir。
But she wearied quickly。 Unaccustomed to prolonged flight; Alix at last admitted defeat and perched herself upon a tree。 She was weary and hungry; tense with the effort to keep fir…shape; and realized she had nearly reached her limit。
She flew again to me ground and blurred herself from her falcon…shape into human fonn。 Again she marveled at the gods…given ability of me fir…bond; for her clothing changed with her when she assumed fir…shape; and returned when she shifted back。
That is fortunate; she thought wryly。 / would not care to be caught in the middle of a forest unclothed。
Atix climbed up a gentle spill of dirt packed against the mountainside and halted as she found a brush…covered hollow half…hidden in the shadows of dusk。 Carefully she moved closer; peering through me boughs。 The limbs and leafy branches had been woven together roughly; as if to form a cover; and as she inspected it closely she knew to could only be human…made。 She pulled the covering aside and crept into me shallow cave。
She discovered a coarse; poorly woven brown blanket spread
on me uneven floor of the rocky cave。 Next to it lay a leather
bag fastened with a wooden pin; and a small fire snapped at freshly piled kindling。 She hesitated; wondering suddenly if she would not be wele。 Perhaps she trusted too easily。
The sound of breaking twigs sent her whirling on hands and knees; eyes widened in fear。
The man ducked his head as he crawled into the cave through the narrow opening; eyes on the stone floor。 Over his shoulder he wore a crude bow; but the long…knife at his been looked more efficient。 Under one arm he held the drooping body of a slain rabbit。
Alix withdrew farther; stone wall biting at her back as she pressed against it。 The sound penetrated the silence like an enemy's shout。 The man dropped the rabbit and drew his long…knife in a single motion; bracing himself on one knee as he came up from me floor to strike。
Then she saw shock and amazement flare in his brown eyes as he realized she was a woman。
He swore softly in wonder and shoved me knife back into its sheath… Carefully he eased into a squatting position; as if he feared to frighten her。
〃Lady; I will not harm you。 If you seek shelter here; you must be a refugee from Bellam's troops also。〃
〃Refugee!〃
He nodded。 〃Aye。 Rom the war。〃 He frowned。 〃Surely you have heard of the war; lady。〃
〃I have beard。〃 She stared blankly at his crusted; age…cracked leather…and…mail; and me soiled scarlet tunic bearing the Mujhar's rampant black lion。 His mail was rusted; as if washed with blood; and she shivered against the sudden foreboding in her bones。
〃My name is Oran;〃 he said; rubbing a dirty hand through
matted; lank brown hair。 〃I am a soldier of Homana。'*
She frowned at him。 〃Then why are you here? Should you not be with your lord?〃
〃My lord is slam。 Keough of Atvia; Bellam's foul acplice; overran me army twenty days ago like a pack of savage dogs。〃 His eyes narrowed angrily。 〃It was night; moonless and dark。 We slept; wearied from a three…day battle。 The Atvian host crept upon us in all stealth; and routed us before UK dawn。〃
Alix wet her dry lips。 〃Where; Oran? Mujhara?〃
He laughed。 〃Not Mujhara。 I am not one of the Mujhar's fine guard。 I am a mon soldier who once was a tenant crofter for Prince Fergus; the Mujhar's own brother。〃
〃Fergus。〃 She eased herself away from the rocky wall; kneeling before him。 〃Then it was Fergus you served in the field?〃
〃Aye; aeven days* ride out of Mujhara。〃 He hawked and spat; turning his head from her。 He wiped the spittle from his lips and looked at her bleakly。 〃Prince Fergus was slain。〃
〃Why did you not stay?〃 she demanded。 〃Why did you forsake your lord?〃
His grimy; stubbled face was ugly。 〃I sickened of it。 I was not meant to slay men like beasts on the order of a man who keeps himself safe behind die ensorcelled walls of Homana…Mujhar。〃 Oran spat again… 〃Shame has set wards; lady; instruments of sorcery to keep the Ihlini out。 He keeps himself safe; while thousands die in his name。〃
Alix drew a trembling breath; clenching fists against her knees。
〃What of Carillon? What of the prince?〃
Oraa's mouth twisted。 〃Carillon is prisoner to Keough himself。〃
〃Prisoner!〃
〃Aye。 I saw him slay two who sought to take him; fighting like a demon; but it was Keough's own son who broke his guard and disarmed him。 Thome。 The Atvian prince took Carillon's sword; then Carillon himself; and marched him to his father。〃 Oran stared at her narrowly。 〃They will slay him; lady; or take him to Bellam in Mujhara。〃
〃No。。。〃
He shrugged。 〃It is his lot。 He is me Mujhar's heir; and valuable。 Keoogh will keep him close until he is in Beilam's hands。 OrTynstar's。〃
Alix closed her eyes and summoned up his face; recalling his warm blue eyes and stubborn jaw。 And his smile; whenever he looked on her。
Oran shifted and she opened her eyes。 He grinned; displaying broken; yellowed teeth; and took up the leather pouch。 He undid me pin and spilled OK contents across the blanket。
It was a stream of gems glowing richly in the shadowed cave。 Brooches; rings of delicate gold and silver; and a wristband of copper。 Oran prodded the cache with a finger。
〃Solindish; lady。 And fine; as you can see。〃
She frowned at mem。 〃Where did you get mem?〃
He laughed crudely。 〃From men who no longer had need of such things。〃
She recoiled。 〃You stole them from dead men?〃
〃How else does a poor soldier make his way? I am not one of your rich lonflings; like Carillon; nor am I a Mujhara noble born to silks and jewels。 How else am I to get such dungs?〃
Avarice glinted in his eyes。 She saw them travel her body expectantly。 She wore the golden /ir…torque Duncan had given her and delicate topaz drops hung at her ears。
〃So;〃 she said on a long bream; 〃you will slay me fix my wealth as well。〃
He grinned。 〃There need be no slaying; lady。 You have only to give them to me。〃 He stroked his bottom lip。 〃1 have never aeen your like before。 Are you some lord's light woman?〃
The insult did not touch her。 Oran; in his monness; did not recognize it as such。 And me Cheysuli had begun to change her perceptions of such things。
AUx slowly tensed。 〃No。〃
〃Then how came you by such things?〃
Enlightenment flared within her mind。 Carefully she damned the sudden realization of her power and looked at him calmly。
〃My cheysul gave them to me。〃
He scowled at her。 〃Speak Homanan; lady。 What do you say?〃
〃My husband; Oran。 He made me these tilings。〃
He grinned。 〃Then he can make more。 Here; lady; give mem tome。〃
〃No。〃 She looked at him levelly。 〃It is not wise for a
Homanan to seek that fashioned by a Cheysuli… **
〃Cheysuli!〃 His brows slid up。 〃You live among the。 shapechangers?〃
〃I can one。〃
For a moment fear flashed in his eyes。 Then it faded; replaced with determination and greed。 〃The shapechangers are under the Mujhar's death decree。 I should slay you; and then all you have would be mine。〃
It angered her past caution。 〃I doubt you could acplish it。〃
His hand flashed to his knife。 〃Can I not; shapechanger witch? You do not frighten me with your sorcery。 Only your warriors shift their shape; so you offer little threat。〃
He grinned and lifted the knife。 〃What do you say now; witch?〃
Alix said nothing。 He effectively blocked the cave entrance with his mailed bulk; and as he moved slowly toward her she saw she had no chance to avoid him。 The wall curved snuggly against her back。
〃Do not;〃 she said softly。
Oran laughed silently and put his hand on the torque at her throat。
Alix summoned the magic and blurred herself into a wotf。
He gaped at her; then fell back with a cry of terror。 The knife
fell from limp fingers as he scrabbled on the floor。 The wolf…
bitch snaried and leaped over him; avoiding his body; but forc…
ing him flat on his back as she moved。 She heard his scream of horror as she drove past his trembling body and into me darkened forest。
She paused a moment; free of t