amc.masterharperofpern-第32部分
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Petiron was looking at his son； his mouth slightly open； his right hand silencing the strings of the guitar。
〃I do believe； Petiron； that you've forgotten that Robie turned ten while we were in Benden；〃 Merelan said briskly。
〃Yes； I had。〃 Petiron rose slowly； putting the guitar carefully back in its case。 〃But you must read the dynamics of a new piece more carefully； Son。 In the fourth measure。。。〃
〃Petiron； I don't believe you；〃 Master Gennell said。 〃The lad did not so much as falter once； singing difficult music … for you don't write any other kind … which he had never seen before； and you're quibbling about the dynamics in one measure？〃
〃If he is to take Londik's place； he must be accurate in all particulars；〃 Petiron said。 〃And he will be。 From now on； I shall oversee his musical education。 There's a lot to be done。。。〃
〃Ah； but you're in error there； my good Petiron；〃 Master Gennell said in his mildest voice； his round face quite bland。 〃You〃 … he pointed his finger at the Masterposer … 〃teach at journeyman level。 We must follow the protocol； you know。〃 And he beamed at a stunned Petiron。
Robinton heard a stifled noise and looked round at his mother； who gave him the oddest smile。
〃Robinton is not old enough to be an apprentice； though as our lead treble he is now definitely under Hall jurisdiction。 But；〃 Gennell went on in a very satisfied tone； 〃I think that he would benefit from special lessons with his mother； since obviously Merelan has brought his voice along this far with her usual excellent training。〃 He nodded and bowed to her。 〃And； of course； he'll continue his regular lessons with Kubisa； for we can't short him on general knowledge and the basics； now can we； simply because he has a splendid treble？ You did very well； Robinton。〃 Gennell's beam now included Robinton； and he awarded the boy a proprietary caress on his head and a final decisive pat。 〃Yes； and I think some of us here … I； certainly … will be more than willing to oversee other elements of his training until he does reach apprentice age。〃 Gennell then sighed abruptly。 〃Of course； when his voice breaks； we'll just have to see what his other musical qualifications are。〃
Robinton blinked when Gennell； whose wide shoulders shielded him from his father； gave him a solemn wink。
〃Thank you； MasterHarper； I'll do my best not to disappoint；〃 Robie said in the silence that fell。
Then everyone began to clear throats or shift feet or stand up。
His mother moved to his side； hands on his shoulders； squeezing lightly to indicate her approval。
〃Ah； Petiron； there's a drum message request from Igen for a repeat of that programme you put on for them last Turn；〃 Gennell said； taking the Masterposer by the arm and leading him out of the audition room。 〃You might make it the debut for your son。 Not surprised he did so well； considering his parentage。 You must be proud of him。。。〃 His voice trailed off down the hall。
〃The MasterHarper may appear to be asleep from time to time；〃 Master Ogolly remarked in his dry wispy voice； 〃but he doesn't miss much； does he； Merelan？ What with summer schedules and all； I'm short of apprentices when I need them most。 Robie； could you give me a few hours and help me catch up on copying manuscripts？〃
Robie looked up at his mother for permission and she nodded。
〃He writes the clearest hand； you know； Mere。 Have you some free time this afternoon perhaps？〃 he added wistfully to Robinton。
〃I'll be there after lunch；〃 Robie said； grateful to be legitimately somewhere other than his own quarters for the rest of the day。 Ever since he'd been considered old enough to feed himself； he'd sat at the younglings' table in the dining hall so that he could avoid his father at noon。 He'd get a copy from Master Ogolly of the work Londik had sung last turn and memorize it。 That way he wouldn't annoy his father。
If Robinton did not realize until he was full grown how deftly the Harper Hall conspired to save him from his father's perfectionism； he was consumed with relief when 'protocol' required him to join the other apprentices in their dormitory the day after his twelfth birthday。
Instead of being on better terms with his father after two turns of solo work； he seemed to annoy Petiron even more； no matter how hard he tried。 In fact； it got so that everyone noticed； and the other singers made a point of telling him how well he did； loudly enough for his father … who gave him only a nod now and then … to hear。
He knew his transfer upset his mother； and yet he was positive it would make things a lot easier for her。 It was only too obvious that his father couldn't wait to see the back of him。 And his case wasn't the same as that of other apprentice lads： he'd lived in the Hall all his life； so he wouldn't be homesick in the dormitory。 Although he would miss his mother's loving care； he was earnestly looking forward to leaving the family apartment。
〃The boy is not going more than two hundred feet away；〃 Petiron said as he watched Merelan taking great care in packing Robinton's belongings。 Then he saw the thick roll of music she was stowing away。 〃What's that？〃 he demanded suspiciously。
〃Rob's done some exercises；〃 she replied indifferently； and tried to place them out of sight in the carton。
〃Exercises？〃
〃Classwork； I think；〃 she added to stress the insignificance。 She had it almost packed away when Petiron extracted the roll and pulled it open。
In the exasperating fashion thin hide can have； it resisted； and he was muttering under his breath with frustration。 Merelan steeled herself and motioned surreptitiously for Robie to continue folding his clothing into the carisak。
Rob had so hoped that he could leave the apartment without any unpleasantness。 Why did his father have to hang around this afternoon when he could have been anywhere else in the Hall just then？
〃Exercises？ Exercises！〃 Petiron glared first at his spouse and then through the doorway at his son。 His tendency to use scowls as facial expressions had already carved deep lines in his long face。
〃These are copies of those ridiculous tunes the apprentices keep asking to sing。〃
Robinton couldn't see his mother's face because she had risen； hoping to retrieve the roll。 Petiron looked from one to the other and； for the first time in his dealings with his son； had a sudden perception。
〃You〃 … he waved the offending roll in his son's direction … 〃wrote these。〃
〃Yes。。。〃 Robinton had to tell the truth now； if never again。 〃As exercises；〃 he heard himself adding when he saw the deepening of the scowl on his father's face。 〃Sort of variations。。。〃
〃Variations which all the Masters use in their classes。 Variations which the instrumentalists constantly use。 And twaddle at that； silly tunes that anyone can sing or play。 Useless nonsense！ Just what has been going on behind my back？〃
〃Since you have heard the Masters using Robie's songs in their classes； and the instrumentalists using them； then nothing has been going on behind your back； has it？〃 Merelan asked calmly and retrieved the roll from her spouse's hand。
〃He's been posing？〃
〃Yes； he's been posing。 Songs。〃 She did not add that Petiron was looking at some of their son's very early work。 She hoped he did not remember how long he had been hearing his son's charming； happy tunes。 〃Wouldn't it be odd for him to be tone…deaf as well as note…blind in this Hall； saturated by music all the days of his life； and two MasterHarpers daily drumming sound into his head？ I'd say it is only logical that he would write music and sing well。 Don't you？〃
Petiron stood； looking from one to the other。 He watched as Merelan rolled the songs tight and pushed them back into the box。
〃You hide from me the fact that he has perfect pitch； has a good treble voice； and has been writing music？〃
〃No … one … has … been … hiding … a sharding thing from you； Petiron；〃 Merelan said tensely； enunciating every syllable and using a swear word that shocked Robinton as much as it did his father； who recoiled from Merelan's controlled anger。 〃You … si
