df.therunelords-第57部分
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He hacked at the creature with his warhammer； realizing that he might die； that he might never deliver the message King Orden had asked him to bear to Raj Ahten。 He planted his warhammer in the noman's face； kicked the creature away； and his horse lunged through the mist。
Borenson raced back over the plains； calling 〃Orden； Orden！〃 for his men to regroup。 The fire raced after him； like slender fingers that would grasp and tear。
Then he raced under the dark trees。
When the fire reached the oaks； it hesitated； as if。。。uncertain。 It prodded a large oak； exploding it into flame； then seemed to forget Borenson。
Only half a dozen men managed to follow Borenson back into the woods； but he'd seen dozens of others scatter from the flames； into the mists。
He waited for several long minutes for his men to regroup； hoping they'd reached safety。 Here in the trees； he felt safe； hidden。 The leaves hung over him； closing him in。 Surrounding him like a cloak。 The branches were shields against arrow and claw； a wall to slow the flames。
Down in the valley； he heard a tremendous cryRaj Ahten shouting threats of murder against House Orden。 Borenson did not understand the reason； but the fact that Raj Ahten would be so outraged made him giddy。
Borenson blew his war horn； calling men to regroup。 Minutes later； four hundred men had gathered from all around the valley near Castle Sylvarresta。 Some bore alarming news of battling Frowth giants east of the castle。 Others said nomen were regrouping； trying to reach the castle gates。 Other warriors had chased nomen deeper into the woods and hunted them to good effect。 Some men had busied themselves slaughtering Raj Ahten's horses。 This whole battle was getting crazy； losing focus； and Borenson almost wished now that he'd not covered the battlefield in fog。
He considered what to do； felt it would be safest to stay in the woods； hunting the last of the nomen。 But more tempting game lay before the castle； in the fog。
〃Right then；〃 he ordered。 〃We'll do a sweep from east to west before the castle。 Lancers in front； to handle the giants。 Bowmen to the sides to clear the nomen。〃
The air was filling with smoke from the fires in the fields and in the woods downhill。
The knights of Orden formed ranks； charged through the trees； down to the east field。 Borenson had no lance； and so took the middle of the pack； near the front； so that he could direct。
As his horse thundered through the mist； Borenson saw a huge giant looming off to his left； a great shaggy mound in the dense fog。 Two lancers veered； slammed into the beast。
The wounded monster bawled out； slashed with its enormous claws； sent a warhorse sprawling as if it were a pup； snapped a warrior in half with its tremendous jaws。
Then Borenson was charging past that battle。 A few bowmen had spurred into that fray。
Two more giants came wading through the fog。 Nomen had gathered in their wake； taking courage。 Twenty of Borenson's knights veered toward them。 Borenson's heart hammered。 One giant roared in rage； calling others。 A vast horde of giants and nomen came rushing together； dark hills with a black tide of spearmen behind。 A shout of triumph rose from the monsters' throats。
Borenson's heart nearly stopped。 For in their midst rode hundreds of soldiers with brass shields。 At their head； one huge warrior in black scale mail； with a helm of white owl's wings； raised a great warhammer and shouted a war cry with a voice of a thousand men： 〃Kuanzaya！〃
The fellow struck terror into Borenson's heart； for he bore the armor and the weapons of kings。
Raj Ahten had his helm raised； and he was the most astonishingly handsome man Borenson had ever seen。 The magnificent volume of the Runelord's voice made Borenson's horse stagger in its tracks。 Witless with fear at the sound of the war cry； it struggled to retreat。 Borenson shouted for it to charge； but Raj Ahten's voice had been so deafening； perhaps it had damaged the mount's hearing。
The horse thundered to a halt； fighting its reins； trying to turn on Borenson。 Borenson managed to pivot it toward the enemy。 Then they were in thick battle。 Borenson's lancers frantically charged the giants； spreading the cavalry dangerously thin； bowmen firing a hail of arrows； while Borenson himself struggled to charge Raj Ahten。
His mount would not go near that man； fought instead to flee。 It raced to Borenson's left； and Borenson found himself charging into the thick of giants as Raj Ahten swept past； warhammer rising and falling with incredible speed as he blazed a bloody trail through the ranks of defenders。
A giant rushed at Borenson through the fog； swung a huge oaken staff。 Borenson ducked the blow； fled past the giant； into a knot of nomen who hissed and snarled； happy to see a lone soldier in their midst。 Several giants raced past Borenson； seeking the heart of the battle。
Somewhere behind him； one of Borenson's lieutenants began blowing his war horn； desperately sounding retreat。
Borenson raised his hammer and shield； began to chuckle as he fought for his life。
Chapter 17
IN THE QUEEN'S TOMB
Three hours after a perfect pink dawn； Iome stood atop the Dedicates' Keep and watched as Raj Ahten and a thousand of his Invincibles rode back into the castle； along with dozens of Frowth giants and hundreds of war dogsall amid cheers and shouts of celebration。 The fog on the downs had burned away； but a few wisps still clung amid the shadows of the Dunnwood。
Apparently； the Wolf Lord had taken a great chance； had gone to skirmish with Orden's troops in the woods； and had succeeded in killing and scattering them。
Raj Ahten's men rode smartly； weapons raised in salute。
Chemoise had brought Iome here to the Dedicates' Keep at first sign of attack。 〃For your own protection；〃 she'd said。
The remains of many a tent and farm still burned out on the fields； and a wildfire ran amok through the Dunnwood； blown now by the easterly winds； two miles from the castle。
For a while the flames had squirmed more like a living thingtendrils shooting out in odd directions； plucking a tree here； exploding a haycock there； consuming a home with greed。
The blazes within the castle had extinguished； for Raj Ahten's flame…weavers drew the power from them。 And though Raj Ahten sent men among the streets to seek the murderer of his flameweaver； his beloved pyromancer； he did so to poor effect。 The elemental had consumed most of Market Street； destroying any trace of the identity of her murderer。
In the charred and smoking ruins outside the gates of Castle Sylvarresta； one could see many signs of destruction。 A thousand nomen had burned near the moat； where they'd sought to make their stand against Orden's mounted knights。 One could count Orden's fallen knights among them； tootwo hundred or so blackened lumps that had once been men in bright armor； clustered in smoking heaps along the battle lines。
Hundreds more nomen lay strewn at the edge of the woods； where the battle must first have raged fierce and heavy。 The trees there were now nothing but blackened skeletons。
Three dozen Frowth giants littered the battlefield； strange…looking creatures； with their hair burned off。 Iome had never envisioned them thuseach with pink skin and a long snout like a camel's； the hugeness of their claws。 From atop the Dedicates' Keep； they looked like misshapen； hairless mice； dotting the battlefield。 Some dead giants still held knights and their horses in their paws。
Raj Ahten's horses were dead； cut down with many of the guards who'd been stationed at the edge of the wood。
Yet now his men celebrated a victory； a battle won。
Iome did not know if she should rejoice at Raj Ahten's victory； or weep for Orden。
She was a Dedicate now to Raj Ahten。 Rather than fear Raj Ahten； Iome now had to fear assassination at the hands of other kings； or from the Knights Equitable who battled the Wolf Lord。
Chemoise stood at Iome's side； gazed over the blackened fields； weeping as Raj Ahten's troops rode to the castle。 Smoke still crept over the ash； and stumps burned all the way to the hill and into the woods。
Why does Chemoise cry？ Iome wondered。 Then she realized that she； too
