rh.royalassassin-第95部分

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　　　　　　　〃There　are　several　paths　marked　that　go　off　into　the　Rain　Wilds。　If　that　is　what　all　this　green　represents。　None　seem　to　have　anything　marked　at　the　end。　How　would　we　know　which　one？〃　I　objected。
　　　　　　　〃Perhaps　they　all　go　to　the　Elderlings；〃　Kettricken　ventured。　〃Why　should　they　reside　in　but　one　place？〃
　　　　　　　〃No！〃　Verity　straightened　up。　〃Two　at　least　have　something　marked　at　the　end。　Or　had　something。　The　damned　ink　has　faded。　But　there　was　something　there。　I　intend　to　find　out　what。〃
　　　　　　　Even　Kettricken　looked　astonished　at　the　enthusiasm　in　his　voice。　I　was　shocked。　I　had　expected　him　to　heather　out　politely；　not　to　endorse　her　plan　wholeheartedly。
　　　　　　　He　rose　suddenly；　paced　a　quick　turn　around　the　room。　The　Skill　energy　radiated　off　him　like　heat　from　a　hearth。　〃The　full　storms　of　winter　are　upon　the　coast　now。　Or　will　be；　any　day　now。　If　I　leave　quickly；　in　the　next　few　days；　I　can　be　to　the　Mountain　Kingdom　while　the　passes　can　still　be　used。　I　can　force　my　way　through　to　。。。　whatever　is　there。　And　return　by　spring。　Perhaps　with　the　help　we　need。〃
　　　　　　　I　was　speechless。　Kettricken　made　it　worse。
　　　　　　　〃My　lord；　I　had　not　intended　that　you　should　go。　You　should　remain　here。　I　must　go。　I　know　the　Mountains；　I　was　born　to　their　ways。　You　might　not　survive　there。　In　this；　I　should　be　Sacrifice。〃
　　　　　　　It　was　a　relief　to　see　Verity　as　dumbfounded　as　I　was。　Perhaps；　having　heard　it　from　her　lips；　he　would　now　realize　how　impossible　it　was。　He　shook　his　head　slowly。　He　took　both　her　hands　in　his　and　looked　solemnly　at　her。　〃My　queen…in…waiting。〃　He　sighed。　〃I　must　do　this。　I。　In　so　many　other　ways　I　have　failed　the　Six　Duchies。　And　you。　When　first　you　came　here　to　be　queen；　I　had　no　patience　with　your　talk　of　Sacrifice。　I　thought　it　a　girl's　idealistic　notion。　But　it　is　not。　We　do　not　speak　it　here；　but　it　is　what　is　felt。　It　is　what　I　learned　from　my　parents。　To　put　the　Six　Duchies　always　ahead　of　myself。　I　have　tried　to　do　that。　But　now　I　see　that　always　I　have　sent　others　in　my　place。　I　sat　and　Skilled；　it　is　true；　and　you　have　an　inkling　what　it　has　cost　me。　But　it　has　been　sailors　and　soldiers　who　I　have　sent　out　to　put　down　their　lives　for　the　Six　Duchies。　My　own　nephew；　even；　doing　the　crude　and　bloody　work　for　me。　And　despite　those　I　have　sent　to　be　sacrificed；　our　coast　is　still　not　safe。　Now　it　es　to　this　last　chance；　to　this　hard　thing。　Shall　I　send　my　queen　to　do　it　for　me？〃
　　　　　　　〃Perhaps　。。。〃　Kettricken's　voice　had　gone　husky　with　uncertainty。　She　looked　down　at　the　fire　as　she　suggested；　〃Perhaps　we　might　go　together？〃
　　　　　　　Verity　considered。　He　actually　earnestly　considered　it；　and　I　saw　Kettricken　realize　he　had　taken　her　request　seriously。　She　began　to　smile；　but　it　faded　as　he　slowly　shook　his　head。　〃I　dare　not；〃　he　said　quietly。　〃Someone　must　remain　here。　Someone　I　trust。　King　Shrewd　is　。。。　my　father　is　not　well。　I　fear　for　him。　For　his　health。　With　myself　away；　and　my　father　ill；　there　must　be　someone　to　stand　in　my　stead。〃
　　　　　　　She　looked　aside。　〃I　would　rather　go　with　you；〃　she　said　fiercely。
　　　　　　　I　averted　my　eyes　as　he　reached　and　took　her　chin　in　his　fingers　and　lifted　her　face　so　he　might　see　her　eyes。　〃I　know；〃　he　said　evenly。　〃That　is　the　sacrifice　I　must　ask　you　to　make。　To　stay　here；　when　you　would　rather　go。　To　be　alone；　yet　again。　For　the　sake　of　the　Six　Duchies。〃
　　　　　　　Something　went　out　of　her。　Her　shoulders　sagged　as　she　bowed　her　head　to　his　will。　As　Verity　gathered　her　to　him　I　rose　silently。　I　took　Rosemary　with　me　and　we　left　them　alone。
　　　　　　　I　was　in　my　room；　poring　belatedly　over　the　scrolls　and　tablets　there；　when　the　page　came　to　my　door　that　afternoon。　〃You　are　summoned　to　the　King's　chambers；　in　the　hour　after　dinner；〃　was　the　only　message　he　gave　me。　Dismay　rolled　over　me。　It　had　been　two　weeks　since　my　last　visit　to　his　chamber。　I　did　not　wish　to　confront　the　King　again。　If　he　were　summoning　me　to　say　that　he　expected　me　to　begin　courting　Celerity；　I　did　not　know　what　I　would　do　or　say。　I　feared　I　would　lose　control　of　myself。　Resolutely　I　unrolled　one　of　the　Elderling　scrolls　and　tried　to　study　it。　It　was　hopeless。　I　saw　only　Molly。
　　　　　　　In　the　brief　nights　we　had　shared　since　our　day　on　the　beach；　Molly　had　refused　to　discuss　Celerity　with　me　any　further。　In　some　ways　it　was　a　relief。　But　she　had　also　stopped　teasing　me　about　all　she　would　demand　from　me　when　I　was　truly　her　husband　and　all　the　future　children　we　would　have。　She　had　quietly　given　up　hope　that　we　would　ever　be　wed。　If　I　stopped　to　think　of　it；　it　grieved　me　to　the　edge　of　madness。　She　did　not　rebuke　me　with　it；　as　she　knew　it　was　not　of　my　choosing。　She　did　not　even　ask　what　was　to　bee　of　us。　Like　Nighteyes；　she　seemed　to　live　only　in　the　present　now。　Each　night　of　closeness　we　shared；　she　accepted　as　a　thing　plete；　and　did　not　question　if　there　would　be　another。　What　I　sensed　from　her　was　not　despair；　but　containment：　a　fierce　resolve　that　we　would　not　lose　what　we　had　now　to　what　we　could　not　have　tomorrow。　I　did　not　deserve　the　devotion　of　such　a　faithful　heart。
　　　　　　　When　I　dozed　beside　her　in　her　bed；　safe　and　warm　amid　the　perfume　of　her　body　and　her　herbs；　it　was　her　strength　that　protected　us。　She　did　not　Skill；　she　had　no　Wit。　Her　magic　was　a　stronger　kind；　and　she　worked　it　by　her　will　alone。　When　she　closed　and　bolted　her　door　behind　me　late　at　night；　she　created　within　her　chamber　a　world　and　a　time　that　belonged　to　us。　If　she　had　blindly　placed　her　life　and　happiness　in　my　hands；　it　would　have　been　intolerable。　But　this　was　even　worse。　She　believed　there　would　eventually　be　a　terrible　price　to　pay　for　her　devotion　to　me。　Still　she　refused　to　forsake　me。　And　I　was　not　man　enough　to　turn　away　from　her　and　bid　her　seek　a　happier　life。　In　my　most　lonely　hours；　when　I　rode　the　trails　around　Buckkeep　with　my　saddlebags　full　of　poisoned　bread；　I　knew　myself　for　a　coward；　and　worse　than　a　thief。　I　had　once　told　Verity　I　could　not　draw　off　another　man's　strength　to　feed　my　own；　that　I　would　not。　Yet　every　day；　that　was　what　I　did　to　Molly。　The　Elderling　scroll　fell　from　my　lax　fingers。　My　room　was　suddenly　suffocating。　I　pushed　aside　the　tablets　and　scrolls
　　　　　　　I　had　been　attempting　to　study。　In　the　hour　before　dinner；　I　sought　out　Patience's　chamber。
　　　　　　　It　had　been　some　time　since　I　had　last　called　upon　her。　But　her　sitting　chamber　never　seemed　to　change；　save　in　the　uppermost　layer　of　litter　that　reflected　her　current　passion。　This　day　was　no　exception。　Fall　gathered　herbs；　bundled　for　drying；　were　suspended　everywhere；　filling　the　room　with　their　scents。　I　felt　I　was　strolling　through　an　inverted　meadow　as　I　ducked　to　avoid　the　dangling　foliage。
　　　　　　　〃You've　hung　these　a　bit　low；〃　I　plained　as　Patience　entered。
　　　　　　　〃No。　You've　managed　to　grow　a　bit　too　tall。　Stand　up　straight　and　let　me　look　at　you　now。〃
　　　　　　　I　obeyed；　even　though　it　left　me　with　a　bundle　of　catmint　resting　on　my　head。
　　　　　　　〃Well。　At　least　rowing　about　killing　people　all　summer　has　left　you　in　good　health。　Much　better　than　the　sickly　boy　who　came　home　to　me　last　winter。　I　told　you　those　tonics　would　work。　As　long　as　you've　gotten　that　tall；　you　may　as　well　help　me　hang　up　these　lot。〃
　　　　　　　Without　more　ado；　I　was　put　to　work　stringing　lines　from　sconces　to　bedposts　to　anything　else　that　a　string　could　be　tied　to；　and　then　to　fastening　bundles　of　herbs　to　them。　She　had　me　treed；　up　on　a　chair　and　tying　bundles　of　balsam；　when　she　demanded；　〃Why　do　you　no　longer　whine　to　me　about　how　much　you　miss　Molly？〃
　　　　　　　〃Would　it　do　me　any　good？〃　I　asked　her　quietly　after　a　moment。　I　did　my　best　to　sound　resigned。
　　　　　　　〃No。〃　She　paused　a　moment　as　if　thinking。　She　handed　me　yet　another　bouquet　of　leaves。　〃Those；〃　she　informed　me　as　I　fastened　them　up；　〃are　stipple…leaf。　Very　bitter。　Some　say　they　will　prevent　a　woman　conceiving。　They　don't。　At　least；　not　dependably。　But　if　a　woman　eats　them　for　too　long；　she　can　bee　ill　from　them。〃　She　paused　as　if　considering。　〃Perhaps；　if　a　woman　is　sick；　she　does　not　conceive　as　easily。　But　I　would　not　remend　them　to　anyone；　least　of　all　anyone　I　cared　about。〃
　　　　　　　I　found　my　tongue；　sought　a　casual　air。　〃Why　do　you　dry　them；　then？〃