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.“Its gait was strange,” he said, when they were far from that place and able to talk.“As if it were unjointed.”What Morgaine thought of that, he could not see.“There are more than strange beasts where Gates have led,” she said.But they saw nothing more astir in the night.Day found them far away, on a streamcourse which was perhaps different from the one of the night before, perhaps not.It bent in leisurely windings, so that branches screened this way and that in alternation, a green curtain constantly parting and closing as they rode.Then, late, they came upon a tree with a white cord tied about its trunk, an old and dying tree, lightning-riven.Vanye stopped at the evidence of man’s hand hereabouts, but Morgaine tapped Siptah with her heels and they went a little farther, to a place where a trail crossed their stream.Wheels rutted that stretch of muddy earth.To his dismay Morgaine turned off on that road.It was not her custom to seek out folk who could as easily be left undisturbed by their passing.but she seemed minded now to do so.“Wherever we are,” she said at last, “if these are gentle people we owe them warning for what we have brought behind us.And if otherwise, then we shall look them over and see what trouble we can devise for our enemies.”He said nothing to that.It seemed as reasonable a course as any, for two who were about to turn and pursue thousands, and those well-armed, and many horsed, and in possession of power enough to unhinge the world through which they rode.Conscience: Morgaine claimed none.not altogether truth, but near enough the mark.The fact was that in that blade which hung on the saddle beneath her knee, Morgaine herself had some small share of that power, and therefore it was not madness which led her toward such a road, but a certain ruthlessness.He went, because he must.Chapter 2There were signs of habitation, of the hand of some manner of men, all down the road: the ruts of wheels, the cloven-hoofed prints of herded beasts, the occasional snag of white wool on a roadside branch.This is the way their herds come to water, Vayne reasoned.There must be some open land hereabouts for their grazing.It was late, that softest part of afternoon, when they came upon the center of it all.It was a village which might, save for its curving roofs, have occupied some forest edge in Andur; and a glamour of forest sunlight lay over it, shaded as its roofs were by old trees, a gold-green warmth that hazed the old timbers and the thatched roofs.It was almost one with the forest itself, save for the fanciful carving of the timbers under the eaves, which bore faded colors.It was a cozy huddle of some thirty buildings, with no walls for defense.cattle pens and a cart or two, a dusty commons, a large hall of thatch and timbers and carved beams, no proper lord’s hold, but rustic and wide-doored and mainly windowed.Morgaine stopped on the road and Vanye drew in beside her.A boding of ill came on him, and of regret.“Such a place,” he said, “must have no enemies.”“It will have,” said Morgaine, and moved Siptah forward.Their approach brought a quiet stirring in the village, a cluster of dusty children who looked up from their play and stared, a woman who looked out a window and came out of doors drying her hands on her skirts, and two old men who came out of the hall and waited their coming.Younger men and an old woman joined that pair, with a boy of about fifteen and a workman in a leather apron.More elder gathered.Solemnly they stood.human folk, dark-skinned and small of stature.Vanye looked nervously between the houses and among the trees that stood close behind, and across the wide fields which lay beyond in the vast clearing.He scanned the open windows and doors, the pens and the carts, seeking some ambush.There was nothing.He kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, which rode at his side; but Morgaine had her hands free and in sight.all peaceful she seemed, and gracious.He did not scruple to look suspiciously on everything.Morgaine reined in before the little cluster that had gathered before the hall steps.All the folk bowed together, as gracefully and solemnly as lords, and when they looked up at her, their faces held wonder, but no hint of fear.Ah, mistrust us, Vanye wished them.You do not know what has come among you.But nothing but awe touched those earnest faces, and the eldest of them bowed again, and addressed them.Then Vanye’s heart froze in him, for it was the qhalur tongue that these Men spoke.Arrhthein, they hailed Morgaine, which was my lady; little by little as they rode, Morgaine had insisted to teach him, until he knew words of courtesies and threat and necessities.Not qhal in any case, these small dark folk, so courteous of manner.but the Old Ones were clearly reverenced here, and therefore they welcomed Morgaine, taking her for qhal, which she was to the eye.He reasoned away his shock: there was a time his Kurshin soul would have shuddered to hear that language on human lips, but now it passed his own.The speech was current, Morgaine had persuaded him, wherever qhal had been, in whatever lands Gates led to, and it had lent many words to his own language—which disturbed him to realize.That these folk spoke it nearly pure.that amazed him.Khemeis, they addressed him, which sounded like kheman: accompany.Companion, perhaps, for my lord he was not, not where qhal were honored.“Peace,” he bade them softly in that language, the appropriate greeting; and “How may we please you and your lady?” they asked in all courtesy, but he could not answer, only understand.Morgaine spoke with them, and they with her; after a moment she looked across at him.“Dismount,” she said in the qhalur tongue.“Here are friendly people.” But that was surely for show and for courtesy; he dismounted as she ordered him, but he did not let down his guard or intend to leave her back unguarded.He stood with arms folded, where he could both see those to whom she spoke and keep a furtive watch on the others who began to join the crowd—too many people and too close for his liking, although none of them seemed unfriendly.Some of what was said he followed; Morgaine’s teaching with him had encompassed enough that he knew they were being welcomed and offered food.The accent was a little different than Morgaine’s, but no worse than the shift from Andurin to Kurshin in his mother tongue.“They offer us hospitality,” Morgaine said, “and I am minded to take it, at least for tonight.There is no immediate threat here that I can see.”“As you will, liyo.”She gestured toward a handsome lad of about ten.“He is Sin, the elder Bythein’s grandnephew.He is offered to care for the horses, but I had rather you did that and simply let him help you.”She meant to go among them alone, then.He was not pleased at that prospect, but she had done worse things, and, armed, she was of the two of them the more dangerous, a fact which most misjudged.He took Changeling from her saddle and gave it to her, and gathered up the reins of both horses.“This way, khemeis,” the boy bade him; and while Morgaine went into the hall with the elders, the boy walked with him toward the pens, trying to match his man’s strides and gawking at him like any village lad unused to arms and strangers [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]