tw.theburningman-第7部分
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rowing madness。
In the morning； while Lord Sulis was still abed； I went down to the cells； the woman was the only prisoner … the deep cells were seldom used； since those kept in them were likely to die from the chill and damp before they had served a length of term instructive to others … and the guard on duty there was perfectly willing to let the stepdaughter of the castle's master gawk at the witch。 He pointed me to the last cell door in the underground chamber。
I had to stand on my toes to see through the barred slot in the door。 The only light was a single torch burning on the wall behind me； so the witch was mostly hidden in shadows。 She wore chains on wrists and ankles； just as Tellarin had said； and sat on the floor near the back of the windowless cell； her hunched shoulders giving her the shape of a rain…soaked hawk。
As I stared； the chains rattled ever so slightly； although she did not look up。 'What do you want； little daughter？' Her voice was surprisingly deep。
'Lord 。。。 Lord Sulis is my stepfather〃； I said at last； as if it explained something。
Her eyes snapped open； huge and yellow。 I had already thought her shaped like a hunting bird … now I almost feared she would fly at me and tear me with sharp talons。 'Do you e to plead his case？' she demanded。 'I tell you the same thing I told him … there is no answer to his question。 None that I can give； anyway。'
'What question？' I asked； hardly able to breathe。
The witch peered at me in silence for a moment； then clambered to her feet。 I could see that it was a struggle for her to lift the chains。 She shuffled forward until the light from the door slot fell on her squarely。 Her dark hair was cut short as a man's。 She was neither pretty nor ugly； neither tall nor short； but there was a power about her； and especially in the unblinking yellow lamps of her eyes； that drew my gaze and held it。 She was something I had not seen before and did not at all understand。 She spoke like an ordinary woman； but she had wildness in her like the crack of distant thunder； like the flash of a deer in flight。 I felt so helpless to turn away that I feared she had cast a spell upon me。
At last she shook her head。 'I will not involve you in your father's madness； child。'
'He is not my father。 He married my mother。'
Her laugh was almost a bark。 'I see。'
I moved uneasily from foot to foot； face still pressed against the bars。 I did not know why I spoke to the woman at all； or what I wanted from her。 'Why are you chained？'
'Because they fear me。'
'What is your name？' She frowned but said nothing； so I tried another。 'Are you really a witch？'
She sighed。 'Little daughter； go away。 If you have nothing to do with your stepfather's foolish ideas； then the best you can do is stay far from all this。 It does not take a sorceress to see that it will not end happily。'
Her words frightened me； but I still could not pull myself away from the cell door。 'Is there something you want？ Food？ Drink？'
She eyed me again； the large eyes almost fever…bright。 'This is an even stranger household than I guessed。 No； child。 What I want is the open sky and my forest； but that is what I will not get from you of any one。 But your father says he has need of me … he will not starve me。'
The witch turned her back on me then and shuffled to the rear of the cell； dragging her chains across the stone。 I climbed the stairs with my head full to aching … excited thoughts； sorrowful thoughts； frightened thoughts； all were mixed together and full of fluttering confusion； like birds in a sealed room。
My stepfather kept the witch prisoned as Marris…month turned into Avrel and the days of spring paced by。 Whatever he wished from her； she would not give it。 I visited her many times； but although she was kind enough in her way； she would speak to me only of meaningless things。 Often she asked me to describe how the frost on the ground had looked that morning； or what birds were in the trees and what they sang； since in that deep； windowless cell carved into the stone of the headland； she could see and hear nothing of the world outside。
I do not know why I was so drawn to her。 Somehow she seemed to hold the key to many mysteries … my stepfather's madness； my mother's sorrow； my own growing fears that the foundations beneath my new happiness were unsolid。
Although my stepfather did feed her； as she had promised he would； and did not allow her to be mistreated in anything beyond the fact of her imprisonment； the witch…woman still grew markedly thinner by the day； and dark circles formed like bruises beneath her eyes。 She was pining for freedom； and like a wild animal kept in a pen； her unhappiness was sickening her。 It hurt me to see her； as though my own liberty had been stolen。 Each time I found her more drawn and weak than the time before； it brought back to me the agony and shame of my mother's last； horrible days。 Each time I left the cells； I went to a spot where I could be alone and I wept。 Even my stolen hours with Tellarin could not ease the sadness I felt。
I would have hated my stepfather for what he was doing to her； but he too was growing more sickly with each day； as though he were trapped in some mirror version of her dank cell。 Whatever the question was that she had spoken of； it plagued Sulis so terribly that he； a decent man； had stolen her freedom … so terribly that he scarcely slept in the nights at all； but sat up until dawn's first light reading and writing and mumbling to himself in a kind of ecstasy。 Whatever the question； I began to fear that The one and the witch would die because of it。
One time that I worked up the courage to ask my stepfather why he had imprisoned her； he stared over my head at the sky； as though it had turned an entirely new colour； and told me； 'This place has too many doors； girl。 You open one； then another； and you find yourself back where you began。 I cannot find my way。' If that was an answer； I could make no sense of it。
I offered the witch death and she gave me a prophecy in return。
The sentries on the wall of the Inner Bailey were calling the midnight watch when I arose。 I had been in my bed for hours； but sleep had never once e near。 1 wrapped myself in my heaviest cloak and slipped into the hallway。 I could hear my stepfather through his door talking as though to a visitor。 It hurt to hear his voice； because I knew he was alone。
At this hour； the only guard in the cells was a crippled old soldier who did not even stir in his sleep when I walked past him。 The torch in the wall…sconce had burned very low； and at first I could not see the witch's shape in the shadows。 I wanted to call to her； but I did not know what to say。 The bulk of the great； sleeping castle seemed to press down on me。
At last the heavy chains clinked。 'Is that you； little daughter？' Her voice was weary。 After a while she stood and shuffled forward。 Even in the faint light； she had a terrible； dying look。 My hand stole to the purse that hung around my neck。 I touched my golden Tree as I said a silent prayer； then felt the curve of that other thing； which I had carried with me since the night of my mother's death。 In a moment that seemed to have its own light； quite separate from the flickering glow of the torch； I pulled out the dragon's claw and extended it to her through the bars。
The witch raised an eyebrow as she took it from me。 She carefully turned it over in her palm； then smiled sadly； 'A poisoned owl's claw。 Very appropriate。 Is this for me to use on my captors？ Or on myself？'
I shrugged helplessly。 'You want to be free；' was all I could say。
'Not with this； little daughter'； she said。 'At least； not this time。 As it happens； I have already surrendered … or； rather； I have bargained。 I have agreed to give your stepfather what he thinks he wants in exchange for my freedom。 I must see and feel the sky again。' Gently； she handed me back the claw。
I stared at her； almost sick with the need to know things。 'Why won't you tell me your name？'
Another sad smile。 'B
