gc.thewhiterose-第21部分
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It has never worked with men。 How can it remember them in a desperate moment？〃
He was right； probably。 But at the moment I was more interested in him than in his theory。 That I would have stumbled across after I settled down。 He made it seem one huge and incredibly difficult piece of thinking。
I wondered about his mind。 Was he just slightly more than a half…wit？ Was his Ravenlike act not a product of personality but of simpleness？
The Lieutenant stood on the parade ground； hands on hips； watching the windwhale leave us in the enemy's palm。 After a minute he shouted； 〃Officers！ Assemble！〃 After we gathered； he said； 〃We're in for it。 As I see it； we have one hope。 That that big bastard gets in touch with the menhirs when it gets back。 And that they decide we're worth saving。 So what we do is hold out till nightfall。 And hope。〃
One…Eye made an obscene noise。 〃I think we better run for it。〃
〃Yeah？ And let the imperials track us？ We're how far from home？ You think we can make it with the Limper and his pals after us？〃
〃They'll be after us here。〃
〃Maybe。 And maybe they'll keep them busy out there。 At least； if we're here； they'll know where to find us。 Elmo； survey the walls。 See if we can hold them。 Goblin； Silent； get those fires put out。 The rest of you； clean out the Taken's documents。 Elmo！ Post sentries。 One…Eye。 Your job is to figure out how we can get help from Rust。 Croaker； give him a hand。 You know who we have where。 e on。 Move。〃
A good man； the Lieutenant。 He kept his cool when； like all of us； what he wanted to do was run in circles and scream。
We didn't have a chance； really。 This was the end of it。 Even if we held off the troops from the city； there was Benefice and the Limper。 Goblin； One…Eye； and Silent would be of no value against them。 The Lieutenant knew that； too。 He did not have them put their heads together to plot a surprise。
We could not get the fire controlled。 The barracks had to burn itself out。 While I tended two wounded men the others made the pound as defensible as thirty men could。 Finished doctoring； I went poking through the Limper's documents。 I found nothing immediately interesting。
〃About a hundred men ing out of Rust！〃 someone shouted。
The Lieutenant snapped； 〃Make this place look abandoned！〃 Men scurried。
I popped up to the wall top for a quick peek at the scrub woods north of us。 One…Eye was out there； creeping toward the city； hoping to get to Corder's friends。
Even after having been triply decimated in the great sieges and occupied for years； Rust remained adamant in its hatred for the Lady。
The imperials were careful。 They sent scouts around the wall。 They sent a few men up close to draw fire。 Only after an hour of cautious maneuver did they rush the half…open gate。
The Lieutenant let fifteen get inside before tripping the portcullus。 Those went down in a storm of arrows。 Then we hustled to the wall and let fly at those milling around outside。
Another dozen fell。 The others retreated beyond bowshot。 There they milled and grumbled and tried to decide what next。
Tracker remained nearby all that time。 I saw him loose only four arrows。 Each ripped right through an imperial。 He might not be bright； but he could use a bow。
〃If they're smart；〃 I told him； 〃they'll set a picket line and wait for the Limper。 No point them getting hurt when he can handle us。〃
Tracker grunted。 Toadkiller Dog opened one eye； grumbled deep in his throat。 Down the way； Goblin and Silent crouched with heads together； alternately popping up to look outside。 I figured they were plotting。
Tracker stood up； grunted again。 I looked myself。 More imperials were leaving Rust。 Hundreds more。
Nothing happened for an hour； except that more and more troops appeared。 They surrounded us。
Goblin and Silent unleashed their wizardry。 It took the form of a cloud of moths。 I could not discern their provenance。 They just gathered around the two。 When they were maybe a thousand strong； they fluttered away。
For a while there was a lot of screaming outside。 When that died I ambled over and asked a grim…faced Goblin； 〃What happened？〃
〃Somebody with a touch of talent；〃 he squeaked。 〃Almost as good as us。〃
〃We in trouble？〃
〃In trouble？ Us？ We got it whipped； Croaker。 We got them on the run。 They just don't know it yet。〃
〃I meant 。 。 。 〃
〃He won't hit back。 He don't want to give himself away。 There's two of us and only one of him。〃
The imperials began assembling artillery pieces。 The pound had not been built to withstand bombardment。
Time passed。 The sun climbed。 We watched the sky。 When would doom e riding in on a carpet？
Certain the imperials would not immediately attack； the Lieutenant had some of us gather our plunder on the parade ground； ready to board a windwhale。 Whether he believed it or not； he insisted we would be evacuated after sunset。 He would not entertain the possibility that the Taken would arrive first。
He did keep morale up。
The first missile fell an hour after noon。 A ball of fire smacked down a dozen feet short of the wall。 Another arced after it。 It fell on the parade ground； sputtered； fizzled。
〃Going to burn us out；〃 I muttered to Tracker。 A third missile came。 It burned cheerfully； but also upon the parade。
Tracker and Toadkiller Dog stood and stared over the ramparts； the dog stretching on his hind legs。 After a while Tracker sat down； opened his wooden case； withdrew a half dozen overly long arrows。 He stood again； stared toward the artillery engines； arrow across his bow。
It was a long flight； but reachable even with my weapon。 But I could have plinked all day and not e close。
Tracker fell into a state of concentration almost trancelike。 He lifted and bent his bow； pulled it to the head of his arrow； let fly。
A cry rolled up the slope。 The artillerymen gathered around one of their number。
Tracker loosed shafts smoothly and quickly。 I'd guess he put four in the air at one time。 Each found a target。 Then he sat down。 〃That's that。〃
〃Say what？〃
〃No more good arrows。〃
〃Maybe that's enough to discourage them。〃
It was。 For a while。 About long enough for them to move back and put up some protective mantlets。 Then the missiles came again。 One found a building。 The heat was vicious。
The Lieutenant prowled the wall restlessly。 I joined his silent prayer that the imperials would not get worked up and rush us。 There would be no way to stop them。
Chapter Eighteen：SIEGE
The sun was settling。 We were alive still。 No Taken carpet had e swooping out of the Plain。 We had begun to believe there was a chance。
Something hammered on the gate； a great loud pounding； like the hammer of doom。 One…Eye roared up； 〃Let me in； damnit！〃
Somebody scooted down and opened up。 He came to the ramparts。 〃Well？〃 Goblin demanded。
〃I don't know。 Too many imperials。 Not enough Rebels。 They wanted to argue it out。〃
〃How did you get through？〃 I asked。
〃Walked；〃 he snapped。 Then； less belligerently； 〃Trade secret； Croaker。〃
Sorcery。 Of course。
The Lieutenant paused to hear One…Eye's report； resumed his ceaseless prowl。 I watched the imperials。 There were indications they were out of patience。
One…Eye evidently supported my suspicion with direct evidence。 He； Goblin； and Silent started plotting。
I am not certain what they did。 Not moths； but the results were similar。 A big outcry； soon stifled。 But now we had three spook doctors to work the mine。 The extra man sought the imperial who negated the spell。
A man ran toward the city； aflame。 Goblin and One…Eye howled victoriously。 Not two minutes later an artillery engine burst into flames。 Then another。 I watched our wizards closely。
Silent remained all business。 But Goblin and One…Eye were getting carried away； having a good time。 I feared they would go too far； that the imperials would attack in hope of overwhelming them。
They came； but later than I expected。 They waited till nightfall。 And then they were more cautious than the situation demanded。
Meantime； smoke began to waft up over the ruined walls of Rust。 One…Eye's mission had succeeded。 Somebody was doing something。 Some
