fs.thefirstbookofswords-第17部分
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〃No； I suppose not。〃 The Duke turned and stepped back up onto his dais； and poured himself another small cup of wine。 When he looked down at the jeweled hilt of the fine dagger at his belt； his hand itched to toy with it； but he forebode。 At this moment he wanted to do nothing； say nothing； in the least threatening。 He asked mildly： 〃How many swords did you say that Vulcan forged that day？〃
〃I don't think I said； Your Grace； but there were twelve。〃 The miller looked a little better； more in control of himself； since he'd been allowed to sit down。 〃Would you believe it？〃 he almost smiled。
〃I would believe it； since you say so； and you are an honest man。 I would know if you were lying。 Now； about these other eleven swords。 It is very； very important that their existence should be kept very quiet。 No one outside this room is to hear of them from you。 My good people； what do you suppose I should do to make sure of that？〃
The man looked to be at a loss。 But the woman stepped forward smoothly。 〃You should trust us； Your Grace。 We won't say a word。 Jord's never mentioned those other swords until now； and he won't。 And I won't。〃
The Duke nodded to her slowly； then switched his attention back to the man。 〃Now； smith； miller； whatever … what happened to those other eleven swords？〃
A helpless； one…armed shrug。 〃Of that； sire； I have no iaea。〃
〃Did Vulcan name them； as he named your sword？ What were they like？ Where did they go？〃
Again Jord made a helpless motion。 〃I know none of those things； Your Grace。 I never got a good look at any of those other swords； at least not after the early stages of the forging。 I saw twelve white…hot bars of steel； waiting for Vulcan's hammer … that was when I counted 'em。 Later I was too busy to think； or care and later still； I had my bleeding stump to think about。 I couldn't。。。 〃
〃e； e； Jord。 You must have seen more than that。 You were right there； the whole time； weren't you？〃
〃I was； sir； but。。。 Your Grace； I'd tell you more if I could。〃 Jord sounded desperate。
〃Very well； very well。 Perhaps you will remember more about those swords。 What else did Vulcan say to you？〃
〃I don't know what all he might have said； Your Grace。 He gave me orders； told me what to do； I'm sure。 I must have understood what he was saying then； but I never could remember afterwards。〃
〃You do remember seeing those twelve white…hot steel bars； though。 Were they all alike？〃
〃All meant to be straight blades； I think。 Probably much like the one that I was given。 Weapons never were my specialty。〃
〃Ah。〃 The Duke sipped at his wine again； and paced the room。 He took thought； trying to find the cleverest way to go。 〃The sword that you were given。 How was it decorated？〃
〃The blade； not at all； sir。 Oh； there was a very fine pattern right in the steel； such as I've never seen elsewhere。 But that was； as I say； in the very metal itself。 Then there was a rough steel crossguard； no real decoration there either。 And then the handle above was straight and black； of some material I didn't recognize： sometimes I wondered if it was from the Old World。 And on it was a fine white pattern of decoration：'
〃What did this pattern represent？〃
〃I puzzled often about that； sir。 It might have been a crenelated wall； like on a castle or a town。〃 And the woman nodded agreement to what her husband said。
The Duke asked： 〃Do you suppose that you could sketch it for me？〃
〃I'll have a try； sir。〃 The man sounded reasonably confident。
〃Later。 Now； you were a smith yourself。 Regardless of whether weapons were ever your specialty； I take it that this sword was of such beauty that you must have realized it would be worth a lot of money even leaving aside any magical properties it may have had。 Did it never enter your head to sell it？〃
The man's face hardened at that。 〃Beg pardon； Your Grace。 I didn't think it had been given me to sell。〃
〃No？ Didn't Vulcan say that it was yours； to do with as you liked？〃
〃He said it was mine； sir。 But until it came time for me to pass it to my sons。 That was said very definitely； too。〃
〃I'm curious； Jord。 What did you think your son would do with it； when it came to him？ Just keep it on the wall； as you did？〃
〃I don't know； sir。〃
The Duke waited a little； but nothing more came。 He sighed。 〃A pity。 I'd have given you a very handsome price； if you'd brought the thing to me。 I still will； of course； should the blade ever happen to e into your control again。 If； for example； your son should bring it back。 Or if； perhaps； you should look through the woods and find it where he dropped it。 I'll give you a good price and ask no questions。〃
The man and woman looked at each other； as if they wished they could take advantage of the Duke's generosity。
The Duke sat in his chair； leaning forward。 〃Just realize that； sooner or later； in one way or another； I'll have that sword。〃 He leaned back； brightening。 〃And I do want to give your son a substantial reward； for trying his best to defend my cousin … as did your older son； indeed。 So before I forget。。。〃 And from a pocket the Duke produced a golden coin； it spun brightly toward Jord in a practiced toss。
Dazed or not； Jord caught the reward deftly in his huge workman's hand。 He stood up； and he and his wife both bowed in gratitude。
As if it had never occurred to him to ask the question before； the Duke inquired： 〃Where do you suppose young Mark is now？ Have you perhaps some relatives in another village； where he might have gone？〃
〃We have kin in Treefall； Your Grace。〃 It was the woman who answered。 Again she was mentioning that village； again with an odd but subtle emphasis in her voice。 Yes； he'd have to see her alone soon。
Jord said： 〃We've told your men already about all our relatives； sire。。。 Your Grace； when can we go home？ I'm worried about our daughter； left alone。〃
〃She'll be all right。 I have people in the village now； keeping an eye on things。。。 you have no other children living； besides that daughter and Mark？〃
〃None； sir；〃 said the woman。 High child mortality was mon enough。 She added： 〃Your Grace has been very good to us。 To provide healing for my husband； and now money。〃
〃Why； so I have。 But why not？ You are good people； faithful subjects。 And when your young boy is found； I mean to be good to him as well。 There's a story being told by a neighbor of yours； as doubtless you're aware； that it was Mark's arrow that felled my cousin。 Even if that should be so； Mark would not be punished for it … you understand me？ If it were so； the evil hit would have happened by accident … or possibly as the result of an evil spell； worked by some enemy。 My wizards will find out who did it。〃 And His Grace glanced at the empty…looking chair beside his on the dais。 〃But I do hope； I hope most earnestly； that your young one is doing nothing foolish with that sword。 It has power far beyond anything that he might hope to control or even to understand。 I would protect him from disaster if I could。 But of course I cannot protect him if I don't know where he is。〃
The faces of both parents； the Duke decided； were still those of helpless sufferers； not those of schemers trying to decide whether a secret should be told or not。 He sighed once more； inwardly this time； and made a gesture of dismissal。 〃Jord； go make that drawing for me； of the decorations on the sword。 Tell the men in the next room what I want you to do； they'll get you what you need。 Mala； stay here； I want to hear your story once again。〃
The spear…carrying guard had reappeared。 And in a moment Jord； having made an awkward bow toward the Duke； was gone。
The woman waited； looking out from under her dark curls。
〃Now； my dear； you wanted to tell me something else。〃
She was not going to pretend otherwise。 But still she seemed uncertain as how best to pad。 〃I spoke of that village； sire。 Treefall。 The place my husband es from。〃
〃Yes？〃
〃I thought； Your Honor； that I had encountered you there one night。 Thirteen years ago。 At a funeral。 The very night that the five men slain
