tw.theburningman-第13章
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his hands over his face。
The burning man was gone。
After a march of silence that seemed endless； the witch called out； 'Win you honour your bargain with me now； Lord Sulis？ You said that if I brought you to one of the immortals； you would free me。' Her voice was flat； but there was still a gentleness to it that surprised me。
My stepfather's reply； when it came； was choked and hard to understand。 He waved his hand。 Take off her chains； Avalles。 I want nothing more from her。'
In the midst of this great bleak wilderness of sorrow； I felt a moment of sharp happiness as I realized that despite my foreboding； the witch； my beloved； even my tortured stepfather； all would survive this terrible night。 As Avalles began to unlock the witch's shackles； shivering so that he could hardly hold the key； I had a moment to dream that my stepfather would return to health； that he would reward my Tellarin for his bravery and loyalty； and that my beloved and I would make a home for ourselves somewhere far away from this ghost…riddled； windswept headland。
My stepfather let out a sudden； startling cry。 I turned to see him fall forward on to his belly； his body ashake with weeping。 This seizure of grief in stern； quiet Sulis was in some ways the most frightening thing I had yet seen in that long； terrifying night。
Then； even as his cry rebounded in the invisible upper reaches of the chamber and provoked a dim rustle in the leaves of the shadowy tree； something else seized my attention。 Two figures were struggling where the witch had stood。 At first I thought Avalles and the woman Valada were fighting； but then I saw that the witch had stepped back and was watching the battle； her bright eyes wide with surprise。 Instead； it was Avalles and Tellarin who were tangled together； their torches fallen from their hands。 Shocked； helpless with surprise； I watched them tumble to the ground。 A moment later a dagger rose and fell； then the brief struggle was ended。
I screamed； 'Tellarin！' and rushed forward。
He stood； brushing the dust from his breeks； and stared at me as I came out of the shadows。 The end of his knife was blackened with blood。 He had a stillness about him that might have been fear； or simply surprise。
'Breda？ What are you doing here？'
'Why did he attack you？' I cried。 Avalles lay twisted on the ground in a spreading puddle of black。 'He was your friend！'
He said nothing； but leaned to kiss me； then turned and walked to where my stepfather still crouched on the ground in a fit of grief。 My beloved put his knee in my stepfather's back； then wrapped his hand in the hair at the back of the older man's head and pulled until his tearstained face was tillted up into the torchlight。
'I did not want to kill Avalles；' my soldier explained； in part to me； in part to Sulis。 'But he insisted on ing； fearing that I would bee closer in his uncle's favour if he were not there too。' He shook his head。
'Sad。 But it is only your death that was my task； Sulis； and I have been waiting long for such a perfect opportunity。'
Despite the merciless strain of his position； my stepfather smiled； a ghastly； tight…stretched grin。 'Which Sancellan sent you？'
'Does it matter？ You have more enemies in Nabban than you can count； Sulis Apostate。 You are a heretic and a schismatic； and you are dangerous。 You should have known you would not be left here； to build your power in the wilderness。'
'I did not e here to build power；' my stepfather grunted。 'I came here to have my questions answered。'
'Tellarin！' I struggled to make sense where there could be none。 'What are you doing？'
His voice took on a little of its former gentle tone。 This is nothing to do with you and me； Breda。'
'Did you。。。 ？' I could scarcely say it。 My tears were making the chamber as blurry as the Black Fire ever did。 'Did you 。。。 only pretend love for me？ Was it all to help you kill him？'
'No！ I had no need of you； girl … I was already one of his most trusted men。' He tightened his grip on Sulis then； until I feared my stepfather's neck would break。 'What you and I have； little Breda； that is good and real。 I will take you back to Nabban with me … I will be rich now； and you will be my wife。 You will learn what a true city is； instead of this devilish； backward pile of stone。'
'You love me？ Truly； you love me？' I wanted very much to believe him。 Then let my stepfather go； Tellarin！'
He frowned。 'I cannot。 His death is the task I was given to do before I ever met you； and it is a task that needs doing。 He is a madman； Breda！
Surely after tonight's horrors； after seeing the demon he called up with forbidden magic； you can see why he cannot be allowed to live。' 'Do not kill him； please！ I beg you！'
He lifted his hand to still me。 'I am sworn to my master in Nabban。 This one thing I must do； and then we are both free。'
Even an appeal in the name of love could not stop him。 Confused and overwhelmed； unable to argue any longer with the man who had brought me so much joy； I turned to the witch； praying that she would do something … but Valada was gone。 She had taken her freedom； leaving the rest of us to murder each other if we wished。 I thought I saw a movement in the shadows； but it was only some other phantom； some flying thing that drifted above the stairwell on silent wings。
Lord Sulis was silent。 He did not struggle against Tellarin's grip； but waited for slaughter like an old bull。 When he swallowed； the skin on his neck pulled so tight that watching it made tears spill on to my cheeks once more。 My beloved pressed his knife against my stepfather's throat as I stumbled towards them。 Sulis looked at me； but still said nothing Whatever thought was in his eyes； it had gone so deep that I could not even guess what it might be。
'Tell me again that you love me；' 1 asked as I reached his side。 As I looked at my soldier's frightened but exultant face； I could not help thinking of the High Keep； a haunted place built on murder； in whose corrupted； restless depths we stood。 For a moment I thought the ghost…voices had returned； for my head was full of roaring； rushing noise。 'Tell me again； Tellarin；' I begged him。 'Please。'
My beloved did not move the blade from Sulis' throat； but said； 'Of course I love you； Breda。 We will be married； and all of Nabban will lie at your feet。 You will never be cold or lonely again。' He leaned forward； and I could feel the beautiful long muscles of his back tense beneath my hand。 He hesitated when he heard the click of the glass ball as it fell to the tiles and rattled away。
'What。。。？' he asked； then straightened suddenly； grabbing at the spot at his waist where the claw had pricked him。 I took a few staggering steps and fell； weeping。 Behind me； Tellarin began to wheeze； then to choke。 I heard his knife clatter to the stone。
I could not look； but the sound of his last rattling breaths will never leave me。
Now that I am old； I know that this secretive keep will be the place I die。 When I have breathed my last； I suppose they will bury me on the headland beside my mother and Lord Sulis。
After that long night beneath the castle had ended； the Heron King； as the Lake People called my stepfather； came to resemble once more the man he had been。 He reigned over the High Keep for many more years； and gradually even my own brawling； jealous folk acknowledged him as their ruler； although the kingship did not outlive Sulis himself。
My own mark on the world will be even smaller。
I never married； and my brother Aelfric died of a fall from his horse without fathering any children； so although the Lake People still squabble over who should carry the standard and spear of the Great Thane； none of my blood will ever lead them again。 Nor； I expect； will anyone stay on in the great castle that Lord Suits rebuilt after I am dead … there are few enough left of our household now； and those who stay only do so for love of me。 When 1 am gone； I doubt any will remain even to tend our graves。
I cannot say why I chose to keep this bleak
