gc.thewhiterose-第15部分
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He told most of the truth and wound it into an imaginative lie。 Babies crying。 The babies who haunted him were his own； innocents abandoned in a moment of fear of mitment。
〃I know；〃 Sweet replied。 〃I know。 At Rust they killed their children rather than let us capture them。 The hardest men in the regiment wept when they saw the mothers hurling their infants down from the walls； then jumping after them。 I never married。 I have no children。 But I know what you mean。 Did you have any？〃
〃A son；〃 Corbie said； in a voice both soft and strained； from a body almost shaking with pain。 〃And a daughter。 Twins； they were。 Long ago and far away。〃
〃And what became of them？〃
〃I don't know。 I would hope they're living still。 They would be about Case's age。〃
Sweet raised an eyebrow but let the remark slide past。 〃And their mother？〃
Corbie's eyes became iron。 Hot iron； like a brand。 〃Dead。〃
〃I'm sorry。〃
Corbie did not respond。 His expression suggested he was not sorry himself。
〃You understand what I'm saying； Corbie？〃 Sweet asked。 〃You were noticed by one of the Taken。 That's never healthy。〃
〃I get the message。 Which was it？〃
〃I can't say。 Which of the Taken are where when could be of interest to the Rebel。〃
Corbie snorted。 〃What Rebel？ We wiped them out at Charm。〃
〃Perhaps。 But there is that White Rose。〃
〃I thought they were going to get her？〃
〃Yeah。 The stories you hear。 Going to have her in chains before the month is out。 Been saying that since first we heard of her。 She's light on her feet。 Maybe light enough。〃 Sweet's smile faded。 〃At least I won't be around next time the et es。 Brandy？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Chess？ Or do you have a job？〃
〃Not right away。 I'll go you one game。〃
Halfway through； Sweet said； 〃Remember what I said。 Eh？ The Taken claimed he was leaving。 But there's no guarantee。 Could be behind a bush someplace watching。〃
〃I'll pay more attention to what I'm doing。〃 He would。 The last thing he wanted was a Taken interested in him。 He had e too far to waste himself now。
Chapter Twelve：THE PLAIN OF FEAR
I had the watch。 My belly gnawed； weighted by lead。 All day dots had traversed the sky； high up。 A pair were there now； patroling。 The continuous presence of Taken was not a good omen。
Closer； two manta pairs planed the afternoon air。 They would ride the updrafts up； then circle down； taunting the Taken； trying to lure them across the boundary。 They resented outsiders。 The more so these； because these would crush them but for Darling…another intruder。
Walking trees were on the move beyond the creek。 The dead menhirs glistened； somehow changed from their usual dullness。 Things were happening on the Plain。 No outsider could prehend their import fully。
One great shadow clung to the desert。 Way up there； daring the Taken； a lone windwhale hovered。 An occasional； barely perceptible bass roar tumbled down。 I'd never heard one talk before。 They do so only when enraged。
A breeze muttered and whimpered in the coral。 Old Father Tree sang counterpoint to the windwhale。
A menhir spoke behind me。 〃Your enemies e soon。〃 I shivered。 It recalled the flavor of a nightmare I have been having lately。 I can recall no specifics afterward； only that it is filled with terror。
I refused to be unsettled by the sneaky stone。 Much。
What are they？ Where did they e from？ Why are they different from normal stones？ For that matter； why is the Plain ridiculously different？ Why so bellicose？ We are here on sufferance only； allied against a greater enemy。 Shatter the Lady and see how our friendship prospers。
〃How soon？〃
〃When they are ready。〃
〃Brilliant； old stone。 Positively illuminating。〃
My sarcasm did not go unnoticed； just unremarked。 The menhirs have their own flare for sarcasm and the sharp…edged tongue。
〃Five armies；〃 said the voice。 〃They will not wait long。〃
I indicated the sky。 〃The Taken cruise at will。 Unchallenged。〃
〃They have not challenged。〃 True。 But a weak excuse。 Allies should be allies。 More； windwhales and mantas usually consider appearance on the Plain sufficient challenge。 It occurred to me the Taken might have bought them off。
〃Not so。〃 The menhir had moved。 Its shadow now fell across my toes。 I finally looked。 This one was just ten feet tall。 A real runt。
It had guessed my thought。 Damn。
It continued telling me what I already knew。 〃It is not possible to deal from a position of strength always。 Take care。 There has been a call to the Peoples to reassess your acceptance on the Plain。〃
So。 This overtalkative hunk was an emissary。 The natives were scared。 Some thought they could save themselves trouble by booting us out。
〃Yes。〃
〃The Peoples〃 doesn't properly describe the parliament of species that makes decisions here； but I know no better title。
If the menhirs are to be believed…and they lie only by omission or indirection…over forty intelligent species inhabit the Plain of Fear。 Those I know include menhirs； walking trees； windwhales and mantas； a handful of humans （both primitives and hermits）； two kinds of lizard； a bird like a buzzard； a giant white bat； and an extremely scarce critter that looks like a camel…centaur put together backward。 I mean； the humanoid half is behind。 The creature runs toward what most would take as its fanny。
No doubt I have encountered others without recognizing them。
Goblin says there is a tiny rock monkey that lives in the hearts of the great coral reefs。 He claims it looks like a miniature One…Eye。 But Goblin is not to be trusted where One…Eye is concerned。
〃I am charged with delivering a warning；〃 the menhir said。 〃There are strangers on the Plain。〃
I asked questions。 When it did not answer I turned irritably。 It was gone。 〃Damned stone 。 。 。 〃
Tracker and his mutt stood in the mouth of the Hole； watching the Taken。
Darling interviewed Tracker thoroughly； I'm told。 I missed that。 She was satisfied。
I had an argument with Elmo。 Elmo liked Tracker。 〃Reminds me of Raven；〃 he said。 〃We could use a few hundred Ravens。〃
〃Reminds me of Raven； too。 And that's what I don't like。〃 But what good arguing？ We cannot always like everyone。 Darling thinks he is all right。 Elmo thinks so。 The Lieutenant accepts him。 Why should I be different？ Hell； if he is from the same mold as Raven； the Lady is in trouble。
He will be tested soon enough。 Darling has something in mind。 Something preemptive； I suspect。 Possibly toward Rust。
Rust。 Where the Limper had raised his stella。
The Limper。 Back from the dead。 I did everything but burn the body。 Should have done that； I guess。 Bloody hell。
The scary part is wondering if he is the only one。 Did others survive apparent certain death？ Are they hidden away now； waiting to astound the world？ 〃
A shadow fell across my feet。 I returned to the living。 Tracker stood beside me。 〃You look distressed；〃 he said。 He did show one every courtesy； I must admit。
I looked toward those patrolling reminders of the struggle。 I said； 〃I am a soldier； grown old and tired and confused。 I have been fighting since before you were born。 And I have yet to see anything gained。〃
He smiled a thin； almost secretive smile。 It made me unfortable。 Everything he did made me unfortable。 Even his damned dog made me unfortable； and it did nothing but sleep。 Much as it loafed； how had it managed the journey from Oar？ Too much like work。 I swear； that dog won't even get in a hurry to eat。
〃Be of good faith； Croaker；〃 Tracker said。 〃She will fall。〃 He spoke with absolute conviction。 〃She hasn't the strength to tame the world。〃
There was that scariness again。 True or not； the way he expressed the sentiment was disturbing。
〃We'll bring them all down。〃 He indicated the Taken。 〃They aren't real； like those of old。〃
Toadkiller Dog sneezed on Tracker's boot。 He looked down。 I thought he would kick the mutt。 But instead he bent to scratch the dog's ear。
〃Toadkiller Dog。 What kind of name is that？〃
〃Oh； it's an old joke。 From when we were both a lot younger。 He took a shine to it。 Insists on it now。〃
Tracker seemed only half there。 His eyes were vacant； his gaze far away； though he con
