df.therunelords-第6部分
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〃As you wish； milord；〃 Borenson said。 He began running in the swift way that only those who had taken an endowment of metabolism could； many in the crowd parted before the big warrior； who wound his way gracefully between those who were too slow or clumsy to move for him。
Gaborn did not know how long it might take Borenson to fetch the woman； so he wandered back to the shadows thrown by the inn。 His Days followed。 Together they stood； annoyed by a cloud of honeybees。 The front of the inn here had an 〃aromatic garden〃 in the northern style。 Blue morning…glory seeds were sewn in the thatch of the roof； and a riot of window boxes and flowerpots held creeping flowers of all kinds： palest honeysuckle dripped golden tears along the walls； mallow； like delicate bits of pearl； fluttered in the gentle breeze above the snow…in…summer； giant mandevilla； pink as the sunrise； was nearly strangled by the jasmine。 And interspersed with all of these were rose vines； climbing every wall； splotches of peach。 Along the ground were planted spearmint； chamomile； lemon verbena； and other spices。
Most northern inns were decorated with such flowers。 It helped mask the obnoxious scents of the market； while herbs grown in these gardens could be used for teas and spices。
Gaborn stepped back into the sunlight； away from the heavy perfume of the flowers。 His nose was too keen to let him stay。
Borenson returned in a few moments with his big right hand resting gently on Myrrima's elbow； as if to catch her should she trip on a cobblestone。 It was an endearing sight。
When the two stood before him； Myrrima bowed slightly。 〃Milord wished to speak to me？〃
〃Yes；〃 Gaborn said。 〃Actually； I was more interested in having you meet Borenson； my body。〃 He left off the word guard； as was the custom in Mystarria。 〃He has been my body for six years now； and is captain of my personal guard。 He is a good man。 In my estimation； one of the finest in Mystarria。 Certainly the finest soldier。〃
Borenson's cheeks reddened； and Myrrima glanced up at the big guard； smiling discreetly； gauging him。 She could not have failed to notice by now that Borenson had an endowment of metabolism to his credit。 The hastiness of his speeded reactions； the apparent inability to rest； were sure sign of it。
〃Recently； Borenson was promoted to the rank of Baron of the Realm； and given title to a land and manor in。。。the Drewverry March。〃 Immediately Gaborn recognized his mistake。 To give such a large holding was impetuous。 Yet now that the words had been spoken。。。
〃Milord； I've never heard〃 Borenson began to say； but Gaborn waved him to silence。
〃As I say； it was a recent promotion。〃 The Drewverry estate was a major holding； more land than Gaborn would normally give to a distinguished soldier for a life of service； if he'd had time to consider。 But now； Gaborn reasoned； this sudden act of generosity would only make Borenson that much more loyalas if Borenson's loyalty would ever waver。 〃In any event； Myrrima； as you can see； Borenson spends a great deal of time in my service。 He needs a wife to help him manage his holdings。〃
The look of surprise on Borenson's face was a joy to behold。 The big man was obviously taken by this northern beauty； and Gaborn had all but ordered them to marry。
Myrrima studied the guard's face without reserve； as if noticing for the first time the strength of his jaw； the imposing bulge of muscle beneath his jerkin。 She did not love him； not yet。 Perhaps she never would。 This was an arranged marriage； and marrying a man who lived his life twice as fast as you； one who would grow old and die while you floundered toward middle age； could not be an overwhelmingly attractive proposition。 Thoughtfully； she considered the virtues of the match。
Borenson stood dumbfounded； like a boy caught stealing apples。 His face told that he'd considered the match； hoped for it。
〃I told you I thought you'd do well in court；〃 Gaborn said to Myrrima。 〃I'd like you to be in my court。〃
Certainly the woman would take his meaning。 No Runelord could marry her。 The best she could hope for would be some merchant prince； burdened by adolescent lust。
Gaborn offered her a position of powermore than she could normally hope forwith an honorable and decent man whose life doomed him to a strange and lonely existence。 It was no promise of love； but then Myrrima was a pragmatic woman who had taken the beauty of her sisters； the wisdom of her mother。 Having taken these endowments； she would now have to assume responsibility for her impoverished kin。 She knew the burden of power。 She'd be a perfect woman to hold a place in Mystarria。
She looked up into Borenson's eyes for a long moment； face and mouth suddenly hard； as she considered the offer。 Gaborn could see that now that the proposal was made； she realized what a momentous decision this was。 Almost imperceptibly； she nodded； sealing the bargain。 Borenson offered none of the hesitancy that Myrrima had found with Gaborn。 He reached out and took her slender hand in both fists。
He said； 〃You must understand； fair lady； that no matter how sturdy my love for you grows； my first loyalty will always be to my lord。〃
〃As it should be；〃 Myrrima said softly； with a slight nod。
Gaborn's heart leapt。 I have won her love as surely as Borenson shall； he thought。
At this moment； he felt strangeas if gripped by some great power。 It seemed he could feel that power； like a buffeting wind； encirclinginvisible； potent； overawing。
Gaborn's pulse raced。 He glanced around； certain the source of this emotion must have a causea shifting in the earth in preparation for a quake； an approaching thunderstorm。 But he saw nothing out of the normal； those around him did not seem troubled。
Yet he could feel。。。the earth preparing to move beneath his feetthe rocks to twist or breathe or shout。
It was a distinctly odd sensation。
As suddenly as the rush of power had e； it dissipated。 Like a gust of wind passing over a meadow； unseen； but subtly disturbing all in its wake。
Gaborn wiped perspiration from his brow； worried。 I've e a thousand miles to heed a distant； unheard call。 And now I feel this？
It seemed madness。 He asked the others； 〃Do youdo you feel anything？〃
Chapter 3
OF KNIGHTS AND PAWNS
When Chemoise got news that her betrothed was attacked while on guard duty； gutted by some spice merchant； it was as if the dawn sun went black； losing power to warm her。 Or it was as if she'd turned to pale clay； her flesh losing all color； no longer able to hold her spirit。
Princess Iome Sylvarresta watched Chemoise； her Maid of Honor； her dearest friend； desperately wishing for a way to console her。 If Lady Jollenne had been here； she'd have known what to do。 But the matron had been called away for a few weeks to care for her grandmother； who'd had a bad fall。
Iome； her Days； and Chemoise had been up at dawn； sitting near the huge； U…shaped storyteller's stone in the Queen's topiary garden； reading the latest romance poems by Adalle； when Corporal Clewes broke in on their reverie。
He told the news： A scuffle with a drunken merchant。 An hour or more past。 Cat's Alley。 Sergeant Dreys。 Fought nobly。 Near death。 Slit from crotch to heart。 Called for Chemoise as he fell。
Chemoise took the news stoically； if statues can be said to be stoic。 She sat stiffly on the stone bench； her hazel eyes unfocused； her long； wheat…colored hair stirring in the wind。 She'd been weaving a chain of daisies as Iome read。 Now she laid them in her lap； on a skirt of coral…colored chiffon。 Sixteen and heartbroken。 She was to have married in ten days。
Yet she dared not show her emotions。 A proper lady should be able to bear such news lightly。 She waited for Iome's permission to go to her fiancée。 Thank you； Clewes；〃 Iome said when the corporal continued standing at attention。 〃Where is Dreys now？〃
〃We laid him out on the mon； outside the King's Tower。 I didn't want to move him any farther。 The others are laid out down by the river。〃
〃The others？〃 Iome asked。 She was sitting beside Chemoise； now she took the girl's hand。 It had gone cold； so cold。
Clewes was an old soldier to have such a low station。 His trim beard wa
