sabriel (the abhorsen trilogy)_加斯·尼克斯-第27部分

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　as　neither　the　archers　nor　touchstone　reacted；　it　was　obviously　of　no　account。

鈥渢hese　are　bad　times；鈥潯�the　elder　said。　鈥渨e　have　been　forced　to　leave　our　firesides　for　the　smoking　sheds；　warmth　and　fort　for　seawinds　and　the　stench　of　fish。　many　of　the　people　of　nestowe　are　dead鈥攐r　worse。　strangers　and　travelers　are　rare　in　such　times；　and　not　always　what　they　seem。鈥�

鈥渋　am　the　abhorsen；鈥潯�sabriel　said；　reluctantly。

鈥渆nemy　of　the　dead。鈥�

鈥渋　remember；鈥潯�replied　the　old　man；　slowly。

鈥渁bhorsen　came　here　when　i　was　a　young　man。　he　came　to　put　down　the　haunts　that　the　spice　merchant　brought；　charter　curse　him。

abhorsen。　i　remember　that　coat　you鈥檙e　wearing；　blue　as　a　ten…fathom　sea；　with　the　silver　keys。　there　was　a　sword；　also　。　。　。鈥�

he　paused；　expectantly。　sabriel　stood；　silently；　waiting　for　him　to　go　on。

鈥渉e　wants　to　see　the　sword；鈥潯�touchstone　said；　voice　flat；　after　the　silence　stretched　too　far。

鈥渙h；鈥潯�replied　sabriel；　flushing。

it　was　quite　obvious。　carefully；　so　as　not　to　alarm　the　archers；　she　drew　her　sword；　holding　it　up　to　the　sun；　so　the　charter　marks　could　clearly　be　seen；　silver　dancers　on　the　blade。

鈥測es；鈥潯�sighed　the　elder；　old　shoulders　sagging　with　relief。　鈥渢hat　is　the　sword。　charter…spelled。

she　is　the　abhorsen。鈥�

he　turned　and　tottered　back　towards　the　archers；　worn　voice　increasing　to　the　ghost　of　a　fisherman鈥檚　cross…water　hail。　鈥渆　on；　you　four。　quick　with　the　bridge。　we　have　visitors！　help　at　last！鈥�

sabriel　glanced　at　touchstone；　raising　her　eyebrows　at　the　implication　of　the　old　man鈥檚　　last　three　words。　surprisingly；　touchstone　met　her　gaze；　and　held　it。

鈥渋t　is　traditional　for　someone　of　high　rank；　such　as　yourself；　to　be　announced　by　their　sworn　swordsman；鈥潯�he　said　quietly。　鈥渁nd　the　only　acceptable　way　for　me　to　travel　with　you　is　as　your　sworn　swordsman。　otherwise；　people　will　assume　that　we　are；　at　best；　illicit　lovers。　having　your　name　coupled　to　mine　in　such　a　guise　would　lower　you　in　most　eyes。　you　see？鈥�

鈥渁h；鈥潯�replied　sabriel；　gulping；　feeling　the　flush　of　embarrassment　e　back　and　spread　from　her　cheeks　to　her　neck。　it　felt　a　lot　like　being　on　the　receiving　end　of　one　of　miss　prionte鈥檚　severest　social　put…downs。　she　hadn鈥檛　even　thought　about　how　it　would　look；　the　two　of　them　traveling　together。　certainly；　in　ancelstierre；　it　would　be　considered　shameful；　but　this　was　the　old　kingdom；　where　things　were　different。　but　only　some　things；　it　seemed。

鈥渓esson　two　hundred　and　seven；鈥潯�muttered　mogget　from　somewhere　near　her　feet。　鈥渢hree　out　of　ten。　i　wonder　if　they鈥檝e　got　any　freshcaught　whiting？　i鈥檇　like　a　small　one；　still　flopping鈥斺��

鈥渂e　quiet！鈥潯�sabriel　interrupted。　鈥測ou鈥檇　better　　pretend　to　be　a　normal　cat　for　a　while。鈥�

鈥渧ery　well；　milady。　abhorsen；鈥潯�mogget　replied；　stalking　away　to　sit　on　the　other　side　of　touchstone。

sabriel　was　about　to　reply　scathingly　when　she　saw　the　faintest　curve　at　the　corner　of　touchstone鈥檚　mouth。　touchstone？　grinning？　surprised；　she　misplaced　the　retort　on　her　tongue；　then　forgot　it　altogether；　as　the　four　archers　heaved　a　plank　across　the　gap；　the　end　smacking　down　onto　stone　with　a　startling　bang。

鈥減lease　cross　quickly；鈥潯�the　elder　said；　as　the　men　steadied　the　plank。　鈥渢here　are　many　fell　creatures　in　the　village　now；　and　i　fear　the　day　is　almost　done。鈥�

true　to　his　words；　cloud…shadow　fell　across　them　as　he　spoke；　and　the　fresh　scent　of　closing　rain　mingled　with　the　wet　and　salty　smell　of　the　sea。　without　further　urging；　sabriel　ran　quickly　across　the　plank；　mogget　behind　her；　touchstone　bringing　up　the　rear。





chapter　xvii

锛婂皬锛忚�达技t锛漻t锛婂ぉ锛惧爞锛�
all　the　survivors　of　nestowe　were　gathered　in　the　largest　of　the　fish…smoking　sheds；　save　for　the　current　shift　of　archers　who　watched　the　breakwater。　there　had　been　one　hundred　and　twenty…six　villagers　the　week　before鈥攏ow　there　were　thirty…one。

鈥渢here　were　thirty…two　until　this　morning；鈥�

the　elder　said　to　sabriel；　as　he　passed　her　a　cup　of　passable　wine　and　a　piece　of　dried　fish　atop　a　piece　of　very　hard；　very　stale　bread。　鈥渨e　thought　we　were　safe　when　we　got　to　the　island；　but　monjer　stowart鈥檚　boy　was　found　just　after　dawn　today；　sucked　dry　like　a　husk。　when　we　touched　him；　it　was　like　。　。　。　burnt　paper；　that　still　holds　its　shape　。　。　。　we　touched　him；　and　he　crumbled　into　flakes　of　。　。　。　something　like　ash。鈥�

sabriel　looked　around　as　the　old　man　spoke；　noting　the　many　lanterns；　candles　and　rush　tapers　that　added　both　to　the　light　and　the　smoky；　fishy　atmosphere　of　the　shed。　the　survivors　were　a　very　mixed　group鈥攎en；　women　and　children；　from　very　young　to　the　elder　himself。　their　only　mon　characteristic　was　the　fear　pinching　their　faces；　the　fear　showing　in　their　nervous；　staccato　movement。

鈥渨e　think　one　of　them鈥檚　here；鈥潯�said　a　woman；　her　voice　long　gone　beyond　fear　to　fatalism。　she　stood　alone；　acpanied　by　the　clear　space　of　tragedy。　sabriel　guessed　she　had　lost　her　family。

husband；　children鈥攑erhaps　parents　and　siblings；　too；　for　she　wasn鈥檛　over　forty。

鈥渋t鈥檒l　take　us；　one　by　one；鈥潯�the　woman　continued；　matter…of…fact；　her　voice　filling　the　shed　with　dire　certainty。　around　her；　people　shuffled；　twitchily；　not　looking　at　her；　as　if　to　meet　her　gaze　would　be　to　accept　her　words。

most　looked　at　sabriel　and　she　saw　hope　in　their　eyes。　not　blind　faith；　or　plete　confidence；　but　a　gambler鈥檚　hope　that　a　new　horse　might　change　a　run　of　losses。

鈥渢he　abhorsen　who　came　when　i　was　young；鈥�

the　elder　continued鈥攁nd　sabriel　saw　that　at　his　　age；　this　would　be　his　memory　alone；　of　all　the　villagers鈥斺�渢his　abhorsen　told　me　that　it　was　his　purpose　to　slay　the　dead。　he　saved　us　from　the　haunts　that　came　in　the　merchant鈥檚　caravan。　is　it　still　the　same；　lady？　will　abhorsen　save　us　from　the　dead？鈥�

sabriel　thought　for　a　moment；　her　mind　mentally　flicking　through　the　pages　of　the　book　of　the　dead；　feeling　it　stir　in　the　backpack　that　sat　by　her　feet。　her　thoughts　strayed　to　her　father；　the　forthing　journey　to　belisaere；　the　way　in　which　dead　enemies　seemed　to　be　arrayed　against　her　by　some　controlling　mind。

鈥渋　will　ensure　this　island　is　free　of　the　dead；鈥�

she　said　at　last；　speaking　clearly　so　all　could　hear　her。　鈥渂ut　i　cannot　free　the　mainland　village。

there　is　a　greater　evil　at　work　in　the　kingdom鈥攖hat　same　evil　that　has　broken　your　charter　stone鈥攁nd　i　must　find　and　defeat　it　as　soon　as　i　can。　when　that　is　done；　i　will　return鈥敗�i　hope　with　other　help鈥攁nd　both　village　and　charter　stone　will　be　restored。鈥�

鈥渨e　understand；鈥潯�replied　the　elder。　he　seemed　saddened；　but　philosophic。　he　continued；　speaking　more　to　his　people　than　to　　sabriel。　鈥渨e　can　survive　here。　there　is　the　spring；　and　the　fish。　we　have　boats。　if　callibe　has　not　fallen　to　the　dead；　we　can　trade；　for　vegetables　and　other　stuffs。鈥�

鈥測ou　will　have　to　keep　watching　the　breakwater；鈥�

touchstone　said。　he　stood　behind　sabriel鈥檚　chair；　the　very　image　of　a　stern　bodyguard。

鈥渢he　dead鈥攐r　their　living　slaves鈥敗�may　try　to　fill　it　in　with　stones；　or　push　across　a　bridge。　they　can　cross　running　water　by　building　bridges　of　boxed　grave　dirt。鈥�

鈥渟o；　we　are　besieged；鈥潯�said　a　man　to　the　front　of　the　mass　of　villagers。　鈥渂ut　what　of　this　dead　thing　already　here　on　the　island；　already　preying　upon　us？　how　will　you　find　it？鈥�

silence　fell　as　the　questioner　spoke；　for　this　was　the　one　answer　everyone　wanted　to　hear。　rain　sounded　loud　on　the　roof　in　the　absence　of　human　speech；　steady　rain；　as　had　been　falling　since　late　afternoon。　the　dead　disliked　the　rain；　sabriel　thought　inconsequentially；　as　she　considered　this　question。　rain　didn鈥檛　destroy；　but　it　hurt　and　irritated　the　dead。　wherever　the　dead　thing　was　on　the　island；　it　would　be　out　of　the　rain。

she　stood　up　with　that　thought。　thirty…one　pairs　of　eyes　watched　her；　hardly　blinking；　despite　　the　cloying　smoke　from　too　many　lanterns；　candles　and　tapers。　touchstone　watched　the　villagers；　mogget　watched　a　piece　of　fish；　sabriel　closed　her　eyes；　questing　outward　with　other　senses；　trying　to　feel　the　presence　of　the　dead。

it　was　there鈥攁　faint；　concealed　emanation；　like　an　untraceable　whiff　of　something　rotten。

sabriel　concentrated　on　it；　followed　it；　and　found　it；　right　there　in　the　shed。　the　dead　was　somehow　hiding　among　the　villagers。

she　opened　her　eyes　slowly；　looking　straight　at　the　point　where　her　senses　told　her　the　dead　creature　lurked。　she　saw　a　fisherman；　middleaged；　his　salt…etched　face　red　under　sun…bleached　hair。　he　seemed　no　different　than　the　others　around　him；　listening　intently　for　her　reply；　but　there　was　definitely　something　dead　in　him；　or　very　close　by。　he　was　wearing　a　boat　cloak；　which　seemed　odd；　since　the　smoking　shed　was　hot　from　massed　humanity　and　the　many　lights。

鈥渢ell　me；鈥潯�sabriel　said。　鈥渄id　anyone　bring　a　large　box　with　them　out　to　the　island？　something；　say；　an　arm…span　square　a　side；　or　larger？　it　would　be　heavy鈥攚ith　grave　dirt。鈥�

murmurs　and　enquiries　met　this　question；　neighbors　turning　to　each　other；　with　little　　flowerings　of　fear　and　suspicion。　as　they　talked；　sabriel　walked　out　through　them；　surreptitiously　loosening　her　sword；　signaling　touchstone　to　stay　close　by　her。　he　followed　her；　eyes　flickering　across　the　little　groups　of　villagers。　mogget；　glancing　up　from　his　fish；　stretched　and　lazily　stalked　behind　touchstone鈥檚　heels；　after　a　warning　glare　at　the　two　cats　who　were　eyeing　the　half…consumed　head　and　tail　of　his　fishy　repast。

careful　not　to　alarm　her　quarry；　sabriel　took　a　zigzag　path　through　the　shed；　listening　to　the　villagers　with　studied　attention；　though　the　blond　fisherman　never　left　the　corner　of　her　eye。　he　was　deep　in　discussion　with　another　man；　who　seemed　to　be　growing　more　suspicious　by　the　second。

closer　now；　sabriel　was　sure　that　the　fisherman　was　a　vassal　of　the　dead。　technically；　he　was　still　alive；　but　a　dead　spirit　had　suppressed　his　will；　riding　on　his　flesh　like　some　shadowy　stringpuller；　using　his　body　as　a　puppet。　something　highly　unpleasant　would　be　half…submerged　in　his　back；　under　the　boat　cloak。　mordaut；　they　were　called；　sabriel　remembered。　a　whole　page　was　devoted　to　these　parasitical　spirits　in　the　book　of　　the　dead。　they　liked　to　keep　a　primary　host　alive；　slipping　off　at　night　to　sate　their　hunger　from　other　living　prey鈥攍ike　children。

鈥渋鈥檓　sure　i　saw　you　with　a　box　like　that；　patar；鈥潯�the　suspicious　fisherman　was　saying。　鈥渏all　stowart　helped　you　get　it　ashore。　hey；　jall！鈥�

he　shouted　that　last；　turning　to　look　at　someone　else　across　the　room。　in　that　instant；　the　dead…ridden　patar　exploded　into　action；　clubbing　his　questioner　with　both　forearms；　knocking　him　aside；　running　to　the　door　with　the　silent　ferocity　of　a　battering　ram。

but　sabriel　had　expected　that。　she　stood　before　him；　sword　at　the　ready；　her　left　hand　drawing　ranna；　the　sweet　sleeper；　from　the　bandolier。

she　still　hoped　to　save　the　man；　by　quelling　the　mordaut。

patar　slid　to　a　halt　and　half…turned；　but　touchstone　was　there　behind　him；　twin　swords　glowing　eerily　with　shifting　charter　marks　and　silver　flames。　sabriel　eyed　the　blades　in　surprise；　she　hadn鈥檛　known　they