按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Inch's henchman stared at the alchemist's back。 His lips moved as he worked up the nerve to speak。 〃Master？〃
Pryrates turned slowly。 〃What？〃
〃Now 。。。 now that Doctor Inch be dead 。 。。 well； who do you wish to 。。。 to take charge here？ Here in king's forge？〃
The priest looked sourly at the grizzled； ash…blackened man。 〃Sort that out yourselves。〃 He gestured at the waiting soldiers； marking out half of the score of men。 〃You lot will stay here。 Do not bother protecting Inch's cronies…I should not have left him in charge of this place so long。 I want you only to make sure that wheel stays in the water。 Too many important things are driven by it to risk a second occurrence of a folly like this。 Remember： if that wheel stops turning again； I will make you very； very sorry。〃
The designated guards took up positions along the edge of the watercourse； the rest of the soldiers filed out of the forge。 Pryrates' stopped in the doorway to look back。 Under the impassive gaze of the guardsmen。 Inch's chief henchman was quickly being surrounded by a tightening ring of grim forge workers。 Pryrates laughed quietly and let the door crunch shut。
Josua sat up； startled。 The wind was howling fiercely； and the shape in the tent's door loomed giant…size。
〃Who is there？〃
Isgrimnur； who had been nodding during the long silence； snorted in surprise and fumbled for Kvalnir's hilt。
〃I cannot stand it any longer。〃 Sir Camaris swayed in the doorway like a tree in a strong wind。 〃God save me； God save me 。。。 I hear it even in my waking hours now。 In the darkness it is all there is。〃
〃What are you talking about？〃 Josua rose and went to the tent flap。 〃You are not well； Camaris。 e； sit down here beside the fire。 This is no weather to be out wandering。〃
Camaris shook off his hand。 〃I must go。 It is time。 I can hear the song so clearly。 It is time。〃
〃Time for what？ Go where？ Isgrimnur； e help me。〃
The duke struggled to his feet； wheezing at the pain of stiff muscles and still…tender ribs。 He took Camaris by the arm and found the muscles tight as wet knots。
He is terrified！ By the Ransomer； what has done this to him？
〃e； sit。〃 Josua urged him toward a stool。 〃Tell us what ails you。〃
The old knight abruptly pulled away and took a few staggering steps backward out into the snow。 Thorn's long scabbard bumped against his leg。 〃They are catling； each to each。 They need。 The blade will go where it will go。 It is time。〃
Josua followed him out onto the hillside。 Isgrimnur； puzzled and worried； limped after； pulling his cloak tight against the wind。 The Kynslagh lay below； a dark expanse beyond the blanketing white。 〃I cannot understand you； Camaris；〃 the prince called over the wind。 〃What is it the time for？〃
〃Look！〃 The old man threw up an arm； pointing into the murk of storm clouds。 〃Do you not see？〃
Isgrimnur； like Josua； looked upward to the sky。 A dull spot of ember…red burned there。 〃The Conqueror Star？〃 he asked。
〃They feel it。 It is time。〃 Camaris took another retreating step； wobbling as though he might at any moment tumble backward down the hill。 〃God grant me strength； I can resist it no longer。〃
Josua caught the duke's eye； silently asking his help。 Isgrimnur walked forward and he and the prince again grasped Camaris' arms。 〃e in from the cold；〃 Josua begged。
Sir Camaris yanked himself free…his strength never ceased to astonish Isgrimnur…and for a moment his hand strayed to Thorn's silver…wrapped hilt。
〃Camaris！〃 Isgrimnur was shocked。 〃You would draw blade against us！？ Your friends！？〃
The old man stared at him for a moment； his eyes curiously unfocused。 Then； slowly； the duke saw his tension ease。 〃God help me； it is the sword。 It sings to me。 It knows where it wants to go。 Inside。〃 He gestured limply toward the dark bulk of the Hayholt。
〃And we will take you there…and the sword； too。〃
Josua was calm。 〃But there is the simple matter of breaching the walls that we must deal with first。〃
〃There are other ways；〃 said Camaris； but his wild energy had faded。 He allowed himself to be led into Josua's tent。
Camaris downed the cup that Josua had filled for him in a single gulp； then drained a second serving。 This worried Isgrimnur almost as much as the strange things the old knight had said： Camaris was reknowned as a moderate man。 Still； by his haunted look； the old knight now seemed to wele anything that might bring him relief from the agony Thorn caused him。
Camaris would say nothing more； although Josua pressed him for information in what Isgrimnur thought was an exceedingly solicitious yet awkward manner。 Ever since the night on the ship； Isgrimnur had seen Josua's attitude to the old knight change； as though even the old man's presence made him dreadfully unfortable。 Isgrimnur wondered； not for the first time； what terrible thing Camaris had told him。
After a while； the prince gave up and returned to the discussion interrupted by the knight's appearance。
〃We know now that there are indeed forces still within the castle walls； Isgrimnur…considerable forces of men； mercenaries as well as the Erkynguard。〃 Josua frowned。 〃My brother shows more patience than I would have suspected。 Not even a sally while we were landing。〃
〃Patience 。。。 or perhaps Elias has some worse fate planned for us。〃 The duke tugged at his beard。 〃For that matter； Josua； we do not even know that your brother is still alive。 Erchester is all but deserted； and the few people we have managed to find there wouldn't know if Fingil himself had e back from the grave and was sitting on the Dragonbone Chair。〃
〃Perhaps。〃 The prince sounded doubtful。 〃But I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I would know if Elias were dead。 In any case； even if Pryrates rules him； or has even taken the throne himself； we are still faced with the Storm King and the Scroll League's angry star。〃
Isgrimnur nodded。 〃Someone is in there； right enough。 Someone knows our plans。 And they took your father's sword。〃
Josua's mood darkened。 〃That was a blow。 Still； when I saw that Swertclif was unguarded； I had little hope left we would find it there。〃
〃We always knew we would have to go inside the Hayholt to get that fairy…sword； Sorrow。〃 Isgrimnur pulled at his beard again and made a noise of disgust。 War was difficult enough without these magical plexities。 〃I suppose we can go in for two as easily as one。〃
〃If it is even inside the walls；〃 Josua pointed out。 〃That hole in the side of my father's cairn looked a hurried thing to me…not what I would have expected from Pryrates or my brother； who need hide their works from no one。〃
〃But who else would do it？〃
〃We still do not know what happened to my niece and Simon and the troll。〃
Isgrimnur grunted。 〃I doubt that Miriamele or young Simon would have taken the blade and just disappeared。 Where are they？ They both know what Bright…Nail is worth to us。〃
Camaris' sudden outcry made the duke flinch。
〃All the swords！ God's Nails； I can feel them； all three！ They sing to each other…and to me。〃 He sighed。 〃Oh； Josua； how I wish I could silence them！〃
The prince turned。 〃Can you truly feel Bright…Nail？〃
The old knight nodded。 〃It is a voice。 I cannot explain； but I hear it…and so does Thorn。〃 〃But do you know where it is？〃
Camaris shook his head。 〃No。 It…the part that calls to me…is not in a place。 But they wish to e together inside the walls。 There is need。 The time is growing short。〃
Josua grimaced。 〃It sounds as though Binabik and the others were right。 Hours are marching by： if the swords are any use to us； we must find them and discover that use soon。〃
Madness； thought Isgrimnur。 Our lives； our land； ruled by madness out of old tales。 What would Prester John have thought； who worked so hard to drive the fairy…folk out of his kingdom and to push the shadows away？
〃We cannot fly over those walls； Josua；〃 he pointed out。 〃We've won a victory in Nabban and sailed north in such a short time that folk will talk of it for years。 But we cannot fly an army into the Hayholt like a flock of starlings。〃
〃There are other ways 。。。〃 Camaris whispered。 Josua looked at him sharply； but before he could discover whether this was more singing…sword maundering or something useful； another shape appeared in the tent doorway； acpanied by a blast of chill air and a few snowflakes。
〃Your pardon； Prince Josua。〃 It was Sludig； in mail and helm。 He nodded to Isgrimnur。 〃My lord。〃
〃What is it？〃
〃We were riding the far side of Swertclif； as you asked。 Searching。〃
〃And you found something？〃 Josua stood； his face carefully expressionless。
〃Not found something。 Heard something。〃 Sludig was obviously exhausted； as though he had ridden far and fast。 〃Horns in the far distance。 From the north。〃
〃From the north？ How far away？〃
〃It is hard to say； Prince Josua。〃 Sludig spread his hands； as though he could find the words by touch。 〃They were not like any horns I have heard。 But they were very faint。〃
〃Thank you； Sludig。 Are there sentries on Swertclif？〃 〃On the near sid