tg.stone of tears-第177部分

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in；　and　tried　to　skid　to　a　halt。　But　this　was　not　flat；　it　was　water　slicked　tumble…down　ice；　and　as　they　slipped　and　slid　and　tripped　and　fell　at　a　charge；　they　had　no　chance。
　
　Kahlan　could　hear　the　pop　of　horses’　legs　breaking；　as　thousands　of　pounds　of　muscle　moving　at　full　speed　could　not　be　stopped　by　hooves　catching　in　crevices。　The　bareback　riders　were　helpless　passengers。
　
　The　men　shouted　encouragement　to　their　mounts；　and　the　ones　behind　didn’t　recognize　quickly　enough　the　change　in　shrieking　from　anger　to　fright。　Those　behind　crashed　into　those　ahead；　tumbling　over　and　past　each　other。　Bareback；　with　only　halters　and　no　aggressive　battle　bits；　the　riders　didn’t　have　the　control　they　were　accustomed　to；　and　were　carried　helplessly　forward。
　
　Some　leapt　from　their　mounts　as　they　came　through　the　trees；　and　could　see　what　lay　ahead；　but　their　momentum　was　too　great；　the　distance　too　short；　their　fate　beyond　retrieval。　The　horses　behind；　their　leg　bones　snapping；　crashed　down　atop　the　ones　already　fallen；　who　were　desperately　grasping　for　a　hold。　There　was　none。　It　became　a　waterfall　of　living　flesh；　cascading　over　the　edge。
　
　Kahlan　sat　still；　wearing　her　Confessor’s　face；　as　she　listened　to　the　screams　of　men　and　horses　mingled　together　into　one　long　wail　as　they　disappeared　over　the　mountainside。　In　the　span　of　mere　seconds；　it　was　finished；　more　than　fifty　men　and　their　mounts　had　plunged　to　their　deaths。
　
　When　the　night　had　been　silent　for　a　time；　she　dismounted　and　circled　around；　to　keep　her　false　trail　free　of　any　off…leading　tracks；　to　the　edge　of　the　ice　flow。　In　the　dim　light　she　could　see　the　dark　stains　of　blood　over　the　ice　mounds。　Blood　from　broken　legs；　blood　from　cracked　skulls。　There　were　none　of　the　enemy　left　on　the　cliff。
　
　As　she　turned　to　leave；　she　heard　low　grunts　of　desperation。　Kahlan　pulled　her　knife　and　carefully　inched　her　way　to　the　source　of　the　sounds；　toward　the　edge。　Grasping　a　stout　limb；　she　leaned　out　over　the　slanting　ice　flow。　Forest　debris　was　frozen　in　the　ice；　sticks　and　leaves　had　made　a　small　dam　at　the　edge；　to　be　covered　over　as　the　ice　grew。　It　left　a　few　branches　sticking　out　of　the　wall　of　ice。
　
　Around　one　of　these　branches　were　clutched　fingers。　A　man　clung　by　his　fingertips　to　the　branch；　his　legs　dangling　over　a　drop　of　close　to　a　thousand　feet。　He　was　grunting　with　effort　as　he　tried　to　catch　his　feet　up　on　the　ice；　but　it　was　too　slippery　to　give　him　any　toehold。
　
　Kahlan　stood　at　the　edge；　holding　the　branch　for　support；　as　she　watched　him　shivering。　Dribbles　of　water　bubbled　over　the　ice；　over　his　face；　matting　his　hair　and　soaking　his　Keltish　uniform。　His　teeth　chattered。
　
　He　looked　up　to　see　her　standing　over　him　in　the　moonlight。　‘Help　me！　Please　help　me！’　He　couldn’t　have　been　past　her　age。
　
　She　regarded　him　without　emotion。　He　had　big　eyes；　the　kind　of　eyes　young　women　would　surely　have　swooned　over。　But　the　young　women　in　Ebinissia　would　not　have　swooned　when　they　saw　those　eyes。
　
　‘In　the　name　of　the　good　spirits；　help　me！’
　
　Kahlan　squatted　down；　closer　to　him。　‘What　is　your　name？’
　
　‘Huon！　My　name’s　Huon！　Now　please　help　me！’
　
　Kahlan　lay　down　on　the　ice；　hooking　a　foot　around　a　tangled　root；　taking　a　good　grip　on　the　stout　spruce　limb　with　one　hand。　She　extended　her　other　hand　partway　out；　but　not　far　enough　for　Huon　to　reach。
　
　‘I　will　help　you；　Huon；　on　a　condition。　I　have　sworn　no　mercy；　and　none　shall　be　granted。　If　you　take　my　hand；　I　will　release　my　power　into　you。　You　will　be　mine；　now　and　forever。　If　you　are　to　live；　it　will　be　as　one　touched　by　a　Confessor。　If　you　would　think　to　pull　me　over　the　edge　with　you　before　I　can　release　my　magic；　let　me　assure　you　I　would　not　make　the　offer　were　there　that　chance。　I　have　touched　more　men　than　I　can　count。　You　will　have　no　time。　You　will　be　mine。’
　
　He　blinked　icy　water　dripping　down　on　him　from　his　eyes；　shook　it　from　his　face；　and　stared　up　at　her。
　
　Kahlan　extended　her　hand　toward　him。　‘From　now　on；　Huon；　either　way；　your　old　life　is　ended。　If　you　live　it　will　not　be　as　who　you　are　now。　That　man　will　be　gone　forever。　You　will　be　mine。’
　
　‘Please；’　he　whispered；　‘just　help　me　up。　I　won’t　hurt　you。　I　swear　to　let　you　be　on　your　way。　It　would　take　me　hours　to　make　it　back　to　camp　on　foot；　and　you’ll　be　long　gone　by　then　anyway。　Please；　just　help　me　up。’
　
　‘How　many　people　in　Ebinissia　did　you　hear　beg　for　their　lives？　To　how　many　did　you　grant　mercy？’　Her　words　came　as　cold　as　the　ice　she　lay　on。　‘I　am　the　Mother　Confessor。　I　have　proclaimed　war　without　quarter　on　the　Imperial　Order。　The　oath　stands　as　long　as　one　of　you　lives。　Choose；　Huon。　Death；　or　to　be　touched　by　my　power。　Either　way；　who　you　are　dies。’
　
　‘The　people　of　Ebinissia　got　what　they　deserved。　I’d　rather　take　the　hand　of　the　Keeper　himself　than　be　touched　by　your　filthy　magic。　The　good　spirits　would　never　accept　me　to　them　if　I　were　touched　by　your　dark　and　profane　magic。’　His　lip　curled　in　a　sneer。　To　the　Keeper　with　you；　Confessor！’
　
　Huon　threw　his　arms　open　and　silently　dropped　away　into　the　darkness。
　
　
　As　she　rode　back　to　the　Galean　recruits；　she　thought　about　the　things　Riggs；　Karsh；　and　Slagle　had　told　her。　She　also　thought　about　the　creatures　of　magic　living　in　the　Midlands。
　
　She　thought　about　the　beautiful　land　of　the　night　wisp；　with　open　fields　deep　in　ancient；　remote　forests；　where　the　wisps　gathered　at　twilight　to　dance　together　in　the　air　above　the　grasses　and　wildflowers；　like　joyous　fireflies。　She　had　spent　many　a　night　lying　on　her　back　in　the　grass　as　they　hovered　above　her　and　spoke　with　her　of　things　mon　to　all　life：　of　dreams　and　hopes；　of　loves。
　
　She　thought　about　the　creatures　living　in　Long　Lake；　translucent　things　hard　to　see；　seeming　almost　made　of　liquid　glass；　or　of　the　water　that　was　their　home；　with　whom　she　had　never　spoken；　but　whom　she　had　watched　emerge　at　night　to　bask　in　the　moonlight　on　rock　and　shore；　creatures　who　had　no　voice；　but　with　whom　she　had　shared　understanding；　and　had　promised　to　protect。
　
　She　thought　about　the　whispering　tree　people；　whom　she　had　spoken　with　in　a　hauntingly　beautiful　experience；　fright…eningly　eerie；　but　somehow　gently　peaceful　at　the　same　time。
　
　The　whispering　tree　people　were　all　joined　as　one；　through　their　roots　touching　under　the　earth；　and　each　spoke　as　if　they　were　all　but　one；　as　if　there　were　no　individuals；　yet　each　had　a　name　to　whisper　to　you　if　you　made　it　promises　of　simple　favors；　a　mass　munity　that　was　at　the　same　time　all　only　one。　To　cut　down　a　tree　there　would　be　to　bring　the　pain　of　that　one’s　death　to　all；　they　could　not　escape　the　contact　they　felt　with　each　other。　If　people　went　into　that　land　and　cut　down　the　trees；　it　would　be　torture　to　all。　Kahlan　had　seen　them　in　pain　before。　Their　wails　could　make　the　stars　cry。
　
　There　were　other　creatures；　too；　that　were　magic；　and　people；　too；　who　possessed　it。　Sometimes　it　was　hard　to　place　a　line　between　creatures　of　the　wild　and　people。　Some　people　of　the　Midlands　were　part　creature；　or　perhaps　some　creatures　were　part　people。　The