df.therunelords-第99部分
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like today； a few farmers brought merchandise to town to exchange。
So when Gaborn； Iome； and King Sylvarresta rode into the village； a couple of people had already wakened。 The horses needed food and rest。
Iome spotted a young woman； perhaps twelve； digging onions and leeks from her garden。 Clover grew high next to the garden fence。 Iome called out； 〃Excuse me； good lady。 May we let our horses graze on your clover？〃
The girl said； 〃Of course； you're wele to。。。it。〃 She'd turned at the last moment； and froze at the sight of Iome。
〃Thank you；〃 Gaborn said。 〃We'd gladly pay； if we may purchase something for breakfast。〃
The girl turned； stared at Gaborn； pointedly avoiding the sight of Iome； trying to regain her posure。 〃I have bread from last night； and some meat；〃 she offered； delighted at the prospect of money。 In a farming munity such as this； barter was the norm； and a man could live from one season to the next without feeling the weight of a worn coin in his palm。
〃Please； that would be good；〃 Gaborn said。
The girl dropped her onion basket； ran into the house。
Iome tried to calm herself； to forget how the girl's slight had affected her； made her feel worthless and wretched。
Iome's father had drifted to sleep in the saddle last night。 Iome felt glad of it。 King Sylvarresta had fallen from his horse； spent much of the night sobbing。 Gaborn now held the King in the saddle in front of him； the way one might hold a child。
The mounts began to tear at the clover； ravenous。
Iome looked about。 The cottages here were of stone and wood； with thatch roofs。 Flowers and herbs grew from pots beneath windows made of real glass。 The few people in Hobtown seemed wealthy enough。
The town occupied a lovely meadow between the oak…covered hills。 Bachelor's buttons and pinks grew wild in the grass； alongside daisies。 Fat cattle grazed just outside town。 Rich。 This town is rich in contentment； Iome thought。
If Gaborn's fears proved true； Raj Ahten's army of reinforcements would march through this town today。 Something of great value would be lost； a sort of innocence。
Iome looked up； caught Gaborn smiling at her。 Yet only a moment before； the girl had put her hand to her mouth in horror at the sight of Iome。
Iome feared she'd never be beautiful again。 Yet when Gaborn turned his gaze on her； he made her feel that she'd never lost her glamour。
〃How do you do that？〃 Iome said； grateful for his attention。
〃Do what？〃
〃How do you look at me like that and make me feel beautiful？〃
〃Let me ask you another question；〃 Gaborn said。 〃In Internook； a woman must have flaxen hair to be beautiful； but in Fleeds she must have red hair and freckles。 In Mystarria； our people have long admired women with wide hips and pendulous breasts。 But here in Heredon； beautiful women must have small； pert breasts and boyish figures。〃
〃All over Rofehavan； women must be pale to be beautiful。 But in Deyazz they must be dark and brown。 Also in Deyazz； the women wear heavy golden earrings that pull down the ears。 But here； such enlarged ears would seem grotesque。〃
〃So I ask you； who is right？ Are all these women really beautiful； or are they all ugly； or are they all the same？〃
Iome considered。 〃Perhaps physical beauty is only an illusion；〃 she said。 〃And you look beyond the illusion？〃
〃I do not think beauty is an illusion；〃 Gaborn said。 〃It's just so mon； we often don't see it。 It is like these meadows： We as travelers see the flowers； but the townsfolk probably seldom notice how handsome their lands are。〃
Iome countered； 〃But what if our beauty is taken from us； and there is nothing left to see？〃
Gaborn's horse stood next to hers； and it shifted its feet； so Gaborn's knee suddenly touched Iome's。 〃Then you should rejoice；〃 Gaborn said。 〃People can be beautiful on the inside； too。 And when they feel most bereft of outer beauty； then they so long to be beautiful that they rearrange their hearts。 And beauty springs from them； like these flowers spring from this field。〃
〃When I look inside you；〃 Gaborn said； staring at her； staring into her； 〃I see your people smiling。 You love their smiles； above all。 How can I not love what is in your heart？〃
〃Where did you get such strange ideas？〃 Iome said； wondering at his last words； wondering how he had managed to capture her love and hope for her people in so few words。
〃From Hearthmaster Ibirmarle； who taught me in the Room of the Heart。〃
Iome smiled。 〃I should like to meet him someday； and thank him。 But I begin to wonder about you； Gaborn。 In the House of Understanding you studied in the Room of the Hearta strange place for a Runelord to spend his time。 Why spend your time among troubadours and philosophers？〃
〃I studied in many placesthe Room of Faces； the Room of Feet。〃
〃To learn the ways of actors and travelers？ Why not the Room of Arms； and the Room of Gold？〃
Gaborn said； 〃I received training in arms from my father and from the palace guards； and I found the Room of Gold。。。boring； with all those little merchant princes watching one another with such envy。〃
Iome smiled at Gaborn； bemused。
Presently the girl issued from her cottage with some scones and meat； and three fresh figs。 Gaborn paid her； warned her that Raj Ahten's army might pass this way in a matter of hours； then let the horses walk for a while。
They stopped outside town； beneath a tree； and let the horses drink from a pool beside the highway。 Gaborn watched Iome eat in silence。 He tried to rouse the King； so he might eat too； but Iome's father remained asleep。
So Gaborn saved some bread； meat； and a fig in his pocket。 Ahead of them； the mountains rose dark blue and threatening。 Iome had never been so far south。 She knew of Harm's Gorge； of the deep canyon just beyond the mountains； which divided much of the realm。
She'd always wanted to see it。 The road； she'd been told； was very dangerous。 For miles it consisted of a narrow track beside a precipice。 The duskins had carved that road centuries ago； made the great bridge across Harm's River。
〃I still think it odd；〃 Iome said； 〃that you spent your time schooling in the Room of the Heart。 Most lords study little else but arms； or perhaps Voice。〃
〃I suppose；〃 Gaborn said； 〃if we Runelords only want to win battles and hold our fortresses； we need only study in the Room of Arms。
〃But。。。I guess I don't believe in it。 We seek ways to use one another all too much。 It seems deplorable that the strong should dominate the weak。 Why should I study that which I deplore？〃
〃Because it's necessary；〃 Iome said。 〃Someone must enforce the laws； protect the people。〃
〃Perhaps；〃 Gaborn said。 〃But Hearthmaster Ibirmarle always found it deplorable； too。 He taught that not only is it wrong for the strong to bully the weak； but that it is just as vile for the wise to rob the stupid； or the patient to take advantage of another's impatience。
〃These are all just ways that we harness other men to our plows。 Why should I treat men as toolsor worse； as mere obstacles to my enjoyment？〃 Gaborn fell silent a moment； and his glance strayed northward； to Castle Sylvarresta； where Borenson had slain the Dedicates last night。 Iome could see how Gaborn regretted it； how he perhaps even thought it a personal failure that he had been so naive。
He said； 〃Once； ages ago； an old shepherd； who was the highman of his town； sent word to my grandfather； asking him to buy his wool。 The shepherd's town had long had a contract with a certain merchant from Ammendau； who carried their wool to market； but the merchant died unexpectedly。 So the highman sent to the King； asking him to purchase the wool for his troops at a bargain price。
〃But the highman did not know that rain in the west hills had caused a blight of wool rot on the sheep there。 In all likelihood； the highman's wool would fetch triple its price； if the townsmen could get it to market。
〃My grandfather； on seeing the situation； could have leapt at the chance to buy the wool cheap。 If he'd listened to the merchants who schooled in the Room of Gold； he'd have done so。 For they think it a virtue to buy cheap and sell high。
〃Instead； Grandfather sent to the hearthmaster at the Room of Feet and ar
