tg.stone of tears- 第13节

　
　‘What’s　this？’　The　paper　said　West　Rim；　North　Highland　Way；　Third　Tier。
　
　Chase　pointed　at　the　paper　as　Zedd　held　it　out；　reading　it。　‘She　said　that　is　where　you　could　find　her。　She　said　to　tell　you　that　she　thought　you　needed　rest；　and　that　if　you　would　e　to　her；　she　would　make　you　a　stenadine　tea；　and　that　she　would　brew　it　weak　so　you　would　sleep　well。　Does　that　make　any　sense　to　you？’
　
　Zedd　smiled　just　a　little　to　himself　as　he　crumpled　the　note　in　his　fist。　‘A　bit。’　He　tapped　his　lower　lip　in　thought。　‘Get　yourself　some　rest。　If　you　think　the　pain　of　the　wounds　will　keep　you　from　sleeping；　I　could　have　one　of　the　healers　brew　you　up　some　。。。’
　
　Chase　held　a　hand　up。　‘No！　I’ll　sleep　fine。’
　
　‘Very　well。’　He　patted　Rachel’s　arm　and　Chase’s　shoulder　and　started　off。　A　thought　came　to　him　and　he　turned　back。　‘Have　you　ever　seen　Richard　wearing　a　red　coat？　A　red　coat　with　gold　buttons　and　brocade？’
　
　Chase　gave　a　snort　of　a　laugh。　‘Richard？　Zedd；　you　half　raised　him。　You　should　know　better　than　I　that　Richard　doesn’t　have　a　red　coat　like　that。　He　has　a　feast…day　coat　that’s　brown。　Richard　is　a　woods　guide。　He　favors　earth　colors。　I’ve　never　even　seen　him　wear　a　red　shirt。　Why？’
　
　Zedd　ignored　the　question。　‘When　you　see　him；　tell　him　I　said　not　to　wear　a　red　coat。’　He　shook　a　finger　at　Chase。　‘Ever！　It’s　very　important；　don’t　forget。　No　red　coat。’
　
　Chase　nodded。　‘Done。’　He　knew　when　not　to　press　the　old　man。
　
　Zedd　gave　Rachel　a　smile　and　a　quick　hug　before　starting　off　down　the　hall。　He　wondered　idly　if　he　could　remember　where　a　dining　hall　was。　It　had　to　be　almost　past　dinnertime。
　
　A　thought　occurred　to　him：　he　didn’t　know　where　he　was　going。　He　hadn’t　done　anything　about　finding　himself　a　place　to　sleep。　Well；　no　matter；　he　thought；　the　palace　had　guest　rooms。　He　had　told　Chase　about　them。　He　could　go　there；　too。
　
　He　unfolded　the　crumpled　piece　of　paper　in　his　hand　and　looked　at　it。　A　distinguished　man　with　a　neatly　trimmed　gray　beard　and　dressed　in　official　gold　robes　was　walking　past。　Zedd　snagged　him　gently。
　
　‘Excuse　me；　but　could　you　tell　me　where　。。。’　He　looked　at　the　paper。　‘Where　‘West　Rim；　North　Highland　Way；　Third　Tier’　is　located？’
　
　The　bearded　man　gave　a　polite　bow　of　his　head。　‘Of　course；　sir。　Those　are　the　healers’　quarters。　It　is　not　far。　Let　me　guide　you　partway　there；　and　give　you　direction　for　the　rest　of　it。’
　
　Zedd　broke　into　a　smile。　He　suddenly　didn’t　feel　quite　so　tired。　‘Thank　you。　That　is　very　kind　of　you。’
　
　
　CHAPTER　5
　
　As　Sister　Margaret　turned　the　corner　at　the　top　of　the　stone　steps；　an　old　maidservant　carrying　a　mop　and　bucket　saw　her　and　fell　to　her　knees。　The　Sister　paused　momentarily　to　touch　the　top　of　the　old　woman’s　bowed　head。
　
　‘The　Creator’s　blessing　on　His　child。’
　
　The　woman　looked　up；　her　face　wrinkling　into　a　warm；　toothless　smile。　Thanks　be　to　you；　Sister；　and　blessings　to　you　in　His　work。’
　
　Margaret　smiled　back　and　watched　as　the　old　woman　lugged　her　heavy　bucket　on　down　the　hall。　Poor　woman；　she　thought；　having　to　work　in　the　middle　of　the　night。　But　then；　here　she　was　herself；　up　and　about　in　the　middle　of　the　night。
　
　The　shoulder　of　her　dress　pulled　unfortably。　She　looked　down　and　saw　that　in　her　haste　she　had　misaligned　the　top　three　buttons。　She　redid　them　before　pushing　open　the　heavy　oak　door　out　into　the　darkness。
　
　A　pacing　guard　saw　her　and　came　at　a　run。　She　held　the　book　over　her　mouth　to　hide　her　yawn。　He　lurched　to　a　halt。
　
　‘Sister！　Where’s　the　Prelate？　He’s　been　yelling　for　her。　Runs　shivers　up　my　spine；　it　does。　Where　is　she？’
　
　Sister　Margaret　scowled　at　the　guard　until　he　remembered　his　manners　and　dropped　a　quick　bow。　When　he　came　back　up　she　started　off　down　the　rampart　with　the　man　at　her　heels。
　
　‘The　Prelate　does　not　e　simply　because　the　Prophet　roars。’
　
　‘But　he　called　out　for　her　specifically。’
　
　She　stopped　and　clasped　her　hand　over　the　one　holding　the　book。　‘And　would　you　like　to　be　the　one　to　bang　on　the　Prelate’s　bedchamber　door　in　the　middle　of　the　night　and　wake　her；　simply　because　the　Prophet　shouts　for　it？’
　
　His　face　paled　in　the　moonlight。　‘No；　Sister。’
　
　‘It　is　enough　that　a　Sister　must　be　dragged　out　of　bed　for　his　nonsense。’
　
　‘But　you　don’t　know　what　he’s　been　saying；　Sister。　He’s　been　yelling　that　。。。’
　
　‘Enough；’　she　cautioned　in　a　low　tone。　‘Need　I　remind　you　that　if　a　word　he　says　ever　touches　your　tongue；　you　will　lose　your　head？’
　
　His　hand　went　to　his　throat。　‘No；　Sister。　I　would　never　speak　a　word　of　it。　Except　to　a　Sister。’
　
　‘Not　even　to　a　Sister。　It　must　never　touch　your　tongue。’
　
　‘Forgive　me；　Sister。’　His　tone　turned　apologetic。　‘It’s　just　that　I’ve　never　heard　him　cry　out　so　before。　I’ve　never　heard　his　voice　except　to　call　for　a　Sister。　The　things　he　said　alarmed　me。　I　have　never　heard　him　speak　such　things。’
　
　‘He　has　contrived　to　get　his　voice　through　our　shields。　It　has　happened　before。　He　manages　it　sometimes。　That　is　why　his　guards　are　sworn　on　an　oath　never　to　repeat　anything　they　should　happen　to　hear。　Whatever　you　heard；　you　had　best　forget　it　before　this　conversation　is　over；　unless　you　want　us　to　help　you　forget。’
　
　He　shook　his　head；　too　terrified　to　speak。　She　didn’t　like　frightening　the　man；　but　they　couldn’t　have　him　wagging　his　tongue　over　a　mug　of　ale　with　his　fellows。　Prophecies　were　not　for　the　mon　mind　to　know。　She　laid　a　gentle　hand　on　his　shoulder。
　
　‘What　is　your　name？’
　
　‘I　am　Swordsman　Kevin　Andellmere；　Sister。’
　
　‘If　you　will　give　me　your　word；　Swordsman　Andellmere；　that　you　can　hold　your　tongue　about　whatever　you　heard；　to　your　grave；　I　will　see　about　having　you　reassigned。　You　are　obviously　not　cut　out　for　this　duty。’
　
　He　dropped　to　a　knee。　‘Praise　be　to　you；　Sister。　I’d　rather　face　a　hundred　heathens　from　the　wilds　than　have　to　hear　the　voice　of　the　Prophet。　You　have　my　oath；　on　my　life。’
　
　‘So　be　it；　then。　Go　back　to　your　post。　At　the　end　of　your　duty；　tell　the　captain　of　the　guards　that　Sister　Margaret　ordered　you　reassigned。’　She　touched　his　head。　The　Creator’s　blessing　on　His　child。’　Thank　you　for　your　kindness；　Sister。’　She　walked　on；　across　the　rampart；　to　the　small　colonnade　at　the　end；　down　the　winding　stairs；　and　into　the　torchlit　hall　before　the　door　to　the　Prophet’s　apartments。　Two　guards　with　spears　flanked　the　door。　They　bowed　together。
　
　‘I　hear　the　Prophet　has　been　speaking　out；　through　the　shield。’
　
　Cold；　dark　eyes　looked　back　at　her。　‘Really？　I　haven’t　heard　a　thing。’　He　spoke　to　the　other　guard　while　holding　the　Sister’s　gaze。　‘You　hear　anything？’
　
　The　other　guard　leaned　his　weight　on　his　spear　and　turned　his　head　as　he　spat。　He　wiped　his　chin　with　the　back　of　his　hand。　‘Not　a　thing。　Been　quiet　as　a　grave。’
　
　That　boy　upstairs　been　waggin’　his　tongue？’　the　first　asked。
　
　‘It　has　been　a　long　time　since　the　Prophet　found　a　way　to　get　anything　other　than　a　call　for　a　Sister　through　our　shields。　He　has　never　heard　the　Prophet　speak　before；　that’s　all。’
　
　‘You　want　we　should　make　it　so’s　he　don’t　hear　nothin’　again？　Or　speak　it？’
　
　‘That　won’t　be　necessary。　I　have　his　oath；　and　have　ordered　him　reassigned。’
　
　‘Oath。’　The　man　made　a　sour　face　at　the　word。　‘An　oath　is　nothin’　more　than　babbled　words。　A　blade’s　oath　is　truer。’
　
　‘Really？　Am　I　to　assume　that　your　oath　of　silence　is　nothing　more　than　‘babbled　words；’　too？　Should　we　see　to　your　silence；　then；　in　a　‘truer’　way？’　Sister　Margaret　held　his　dark　gaze　until　it　at　last　broke　with　a　downward　glance。
　
　‘No；　Sister。　My　oath　is　true　enough。’
　
　She　nodded。　‘Has　anyone　else　been　about　to　hear　him　yelling？’
　
　‘No；　Sister。　As　soon　as　he　started　in　calling　for　the　Prelate；　we　checked　the　area；　to　be　sure　there　were　none　of　the　staff；　or　anyone　else；　about。　When　we　found　everything　was　clear；　I　posted　guards　at　all　the　far　entrances　and　sent　for　a　Sister。　He’s　never　called　for　the　Prelate　before；　only　a　Sister。　I　thought　it　should　be　up