tg.stone of tears-第114章

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　assailed　her　from　every　side。　Men　were　tight　together　above　her。　Against　her　struggles；　her　limbs　were　pushed　and　pulled　as　the　men　willed。
　
　Clutching；　clawlike　hands　ripped　at　her　fine　dress　and　pinched　brutally　at　suddenly；　shockingly；　exposed　flesh。
　
　And　then　Cyrilla　did　something　she　hadn’t　done　since　she　was　a　little　girl。
　
　She　screamed。
　
　
　CHAPTER　27
　
　Except　for　her　thumb　and　forefinger　idly　turning　the　smooth；　round　bone　on　her　necklace；　Kahlan　stood　motionless　as　she　studied　the　sprawling　city。　The　surrounding　rugged　slopes　seemed　to　tenderly　cradle　the　buildings　that　filled　nearly　the　length　and　breadth　of　the　gently　rolling　valley。　Steeply　pitched　slate　roofs　pricked　the　land　within　the　ribbon　of　wall；　with　the　higher　peaks　of　the　palace　off　to　the　northern　end；　but　not　so　much　as　a　wisp　of　smoke　rose　from　the　hundreds　of　stone　chimneys　into　the　clear　air。　She　saw　no　movement。　The　arrow…straight　south　road　leading　to　the　main　gate；　the　smaller；　meandering　roads　that　branched　off　to　end　at　the　lesser　gates；　and　those　which　bypassed　the　outer　walls　altogether　to　lead　north；　were　deserted。
　
　The　sloping　mountain　meadow　before　her　lay　buried　beneath　a　white　winter　blanket。　A　light　breeze　liberated　the　burden　of　snow　from　a　sagging　branch　of　a　nearby　pine；　freeing　a　sparkling　cloud　to　curl　away。　The　same　breeze　ruffled　the　white　wolf　fur　of　the　thick　mantle　snugged　against　her　cheek；　but　she　hardly　noticed。
　
　Prindin　and　Tossidin　had　made　the　mantle　for　her；　to　keep　her　warm　on　their　way　northeast　through　the　bitter　winter　storms　that　raked　the　bleak　land　they　had　traveled。　Wolves　were　fearful　of　people；　and　rarely　let　themselves　be　seen；　so　she　knew　little　of　their　habits。　The　brothers’　arrows　had　found　their　mark　where　she　saw　nothing。　If　she　hadn’t　seen　Richard　shoot；　she　would　have　thought　the　shots　impossible。　The　brothers　were　almost　as　good　as　he。
　
　Though　she　had　always　held　a　vague　enmity　for　wolves；　she　had　never　actually　been　harried　by　them。　Since　Richard　had　told　her　of　their　close　family　packs；　she　had　e　to　feel　an　affection　for　them。　She　hadn’t　wanted　the　two　brothers　to　kill　wolves　to　make　the　warm　cape；　but　they　insisted　that　it　was　necessary　and；　in　the　end；　she　had　acquiesced。
　
　It　had　sickened　her　to　watch　the　carcasses　being　skinned；　revealing　the　red　muscle　beneath；　and　white　of　bone　and　sinew；　the　substance　of　being；　so　elegant　when　filled　with　life　and　spirit；　so　suddenly　morbid　when　left　with　neither。
　
　As　the　brothers　went　about　the　grisly　task；　she　could　think　only　of　Brophy；　the　man　she　had　touched　with　her　power；　only　to　have　it　prove　him　innocent。　He　had　been　turned　to　a　wolf　by　her　wizard；　Giller；　to　release　him　from　the　power　of　a　Confessor’s　magic；　so　he　could　start　over　in　a　new　life。　She　had　wondered　at　how　saddened　these　wolves’　families　must　have　been　when　they　never　returned；　as　she　knew　Brophy’s　mate　and　pack　must　have　been　when　he　was　killed。
　
　She　had　seen　so　much　killing。　She　was　weary　nearly　to　tears　of　it；　at　the　way　it　seemed　to　go　on　without　an　end　in　sight。　At　least　the　three　men　had　felt　no　pride　or　joy　at　having　killed　the　magnificent　animals；　and　had　said　a　prayer　to　the　spirits　of　their　brother　wolves；　as　they　had　called　them。
　
　‘We　should　not　be　doing　this；’　Chandalen　grumbled。
　
　He　was　leaning　on　his　spear；　watching　her；　she　knew；　but　she　didn’t　take　her　eyes　from　the　silent　city　below；　the　too…still　scene。　His　tone　was　not　as　sharp　as　it　usually　was。　It　betrayed　his　awe　at　seeing　a　city　the　size　of　Ebinissia。
　
　He　had　never　before　been　far　from　the　Mud　People’s　lands；　had　never　seen　this　many　buildings；　especially　none　of　such　grand　scale。　When　he　had　first　taken　in　the　size　of　it；　his　brown　eyes　had　stared　in　silent　wonder　he　could　not　conceal；　and　his　acid　tongue；　for　once；　had　forsaken　him。　Having　lived　his　whole　life　in　the　village　out　on　the　plains；　it　must　look　to　him　as　if　he　were　seeing　the　result　of　magic；　not　mere　human　effort。
　
　She　felt　a　small　pang　of　sorrow　for　him　and　the　two　brothers；　that　their　simple　view　of　the　outside　world　had　to　be　shattered。　Well；　they　would　see　more；　before　this　journey　was　ended；　that　would　astonish　them　further。
　
　‘Chandalen；　I　have　spent　a　great　effort；　nearly　every　waking　moment；　teaching　you　and　Prindin　and　Tossidin　to　speak　my　language。　No　one　where　we　go　will　speak　yours。　It　is　for　your　own　good　that　I　do　this。　You　are　free　to　believe　that　I　am　being　spiteful；　or　that　I　am　doing　as　I　say：　being　mindful　of　your　safety　outside　your　land；　but　either　way；　you　will　speak　to　me　in　the　tongue　I　have　taught　you。’
　
　His　tone　tightened；　but　still　could　not　disguise　how　humbled　he　was　at　seeing　a　great　city　for　the　first　time。　It　was　far　from　the　greatest　he　would　see。　Perhaps；　too；　it　betrayed　something　she　had　never　before　sensed　from　him：　fear。
　
　‘I　am　to　take　you　to　Aydindril；　not　this　place。　We　should　not　be　using　our　time　at　this　place。’　His　inflection　implied　he　thought　a　place　such　as　this　could　be　only　evil。
　
　Squinting　against　the　blindingly　bright　sun　on　white　snow；　she　saw　the　two　figures；　far　below；　starting　up　the　slope。　She　let　the　round　bone　slip　from　her　fingers。　‘I’m　the　Mother　Confessor。　It’s　my　duty　to　protect　all　the　people　of　the　Midlands；　the　same　way　I　work　to　safeguard　the　Mud　People。’
　
　‘You　bring　no　help　to　my　people；　only　trouble。’
　
　His　protest　seemed　more　habit　than　a　heartfelt　challenge。　She　answered　it　in　a　quiet；　tired　murmur。　‘Enough；　Chandalen。’
　
　Thankfully；　he　didn’t　press　the　argument；　but　turned　his　anger　elsewhere。　‘Prindin　and　Tossidin　should　not　e　up　the　hill　in　the　open　like　that。　I　have　taught　them　not　to　be　so　stupid。　If　they　were　boys；　I　would　strike　their　bottoms。　Anyone　can　see　where　they　go。　Will　you　do　as　I　say；　and　e　out　of　the　open　now？’
　
　She　let　him　shepherd　her　back　into　the　shroud　of　trees；　not　because　she　thought　it　necessary；　but　because　she　wanted　to　let　him　know　she　respected　his　efforts　to　protect　her。　Despite　his　animosity　at　being　forced　to　go　on　this　journey；　he　had　done　his　duty；　watching　over　her　constantly；　as　had　the　two　brothers；　they　with　smiles　and　concern；　he　with　a　scowl　and　suspicion。　All　three　made　her　feel　like　a　precious；　fragile　cargo　that　must　be　tended　at　all　times。　The　brothers；　she　knew；　were　sincere。　Chandalen；　she　was　sure；　saw　his　mission　only　as　a　task　that　must　be　performed；　no　matter　how　onerous。
　
　‘We　should　go　quickly　from　here；’　he　pressed；　again。
　
　Kahlan　withdrew　a　hand　from　under　the　fur　mantle　and　pulled　a　stray　strand　of　her　long　hair　back　from　her　face。　‘It　is　my　duty　to　know　what　has　happened　here。’
　
　‘You　said　your　duty　was　to　go　to　Aydindril；　as　Richard　With　The　Temper　asked。’
　
　Kahlan　turned　away　without　answering；　moving　deeper　into　the　snow…crusted　trees。　She　missed　Richard　more　than　she　could　bear。　Every　time　she　closed　her　eyes；　she　saw　his　face　as　it　had　looked　when　he　thought　she　had　betrayed　him。　She　wanted　to　drop　to　her　knees　and　let　out　the　scream　that　seemed　to　be　always　there；　trapped　just　below　the　surface；　trying　to　find　a　way　past　her　restraint；　a　scream　born　of　her　horror　at　what　she　had　done。
　
　But　what　else　could　she　have　done？　If　what　she　had　learned　was　true；　and　the　veil　to　the　underworld　was　torn　and　Richard　was　in　fact　the　only　one　who　could　close　it；　and　if　the　collar　was　the　only　thing　that　could　save　his　life　and　give　him　the　chance　to　close　the　veil；　then　she　had　had　no　choice。　How　could　she　have　made　any　other　decision？　How　could　Richard　ever　respect　her　if　she　didn’t　face　her　responsibilities　to　the　greater　good？　The　Richard　she　loved　would　eventually　realize　that。　He　had　to。
　
　But　if　any　of　it　was　not　true；　then　she　had　delivered　the　man　she　loved　into　his　worst　nightmare；　for　nothing。
　
　She　wondered　again　if　Richard　often　looked　at　the　lock　of　her　hair　she　had　given　him；　and　thought　of　her。　She　hoped　that　he　could　find　it　in　himself　to　understand　and　forgive　her。　She　wanted　so　much　to　tell　him　how　much　she　loved　him。　She　yearned　to　hold　him　to　her。　She　wanted　only　to　get　to　Aydindril；　to　Zedd；　for　help。
　
　But　she　had　t