grrm.astormofswords-第131部分
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〃No；〃 Tyrion admitted warily。
〃Why； if the gods were cruel； they would have made me my mother's firstborn； and Doran her third。 I am a bloodthirsty man； you see。 And it is me you must contend with now； not my patient； prudent； and gouty brother。〃
Tyrion could see the sun shining on the Blackwater Rush half a mile ahead； and on the walls and towers and hills of King's Landing beyond。
He glanced over his shoulder； at the glittering column following them up the kingsroad。 〃You speak like a man with a great host at his back；〃 he said； 〃yet all I see are three hundred。 Do you spy that city there； north of the river？〃
〃The midden heap you call King's Landing？〃
〃That's the very one。〃
〃Not only do I see it； I believe I smell it now。〃
〃Then take a good sniff； my lord。 Fill up your nose。 Half a million people stink more than three hundred； you'll find。 Do you smell the gold cloaks？ There are near five thousand of them。 My father's own swom swords must account for another twenty thousand。 And then there are the roses。 Roses smell so sweet； don't they？ Especially when there are so many of them。 Fifty； sixty； seventy thousand roses； in the city or camped outside it； I can't really say how many are left； but there's more than I care to count； anyway。〃
Martell gave a shrug。 〃In Dome of old before we married Dacron； it was said that all flowers bow before the sun。 Should the roses seek to hinder me I'll gladly trample them underfoot。〃
〃As you trampled Willas Tyrell？〃
The Domishman did not react as expected。 〃I had a letter from Willas not half a year past。 We share an interest in fine horseflesh。 He has never borne me any ill will for what happened in the lists。 I struck his breastplate clean； but his foot caught in a stirrup as he fell and his horse came down on top of him。 I sent a maester to him afterward； but it was all he could do to save the boy's leg。 The knee was far past mending。 If any were to blame； it was his fool of a father。 Willas Tyrell was green as his surcoat and had no business riding in such pany。 The Fat Flower thrust him into tourneys at too tender an age； just as he did with the other two。 He wanted another Leo Longthom； and made himself a cripple。〃
〃There are those who say Ser Loras is better than Leo Longthom。 ever was；〃 said Tyrion。
〃Renly's little rose？ I doubt that。〃
〃Doubt it all you wish；〃 said Tyrion； 〃but Ser Loras has defeated many good knights； including my brother Jaime。〃
〃By defeated； you mean unhorsed； in tourney。 Tell me who he's slain in battle if you mean to frighten me。〃
〃Ser Robar Royce and Ser Emmon Cuy； for two。 And men say he performed prodigious feats of valor on the Blackwater； fighting beside Lord Renly's ghost。〃
〃So these same men who saw the prodigious feats saw the ghost as well； yes？〃 The Domishman laughed lightly。
Tyrion gave him a long look。 〃Chataya's on the Street of Silk has several girls who might suit your needs。 Dancy has hair the color of honey。 Marei's is pale white…gold。 I would advise you to keep one or the other by your side at all times； my lord。〃
〃At all times？〃 Prince Oberyn lifted a thin black eyebrow。 〃And why is that； my good imp？〃
〃You want to die with a breast in hand； you said。〃 Tyrion cantered on ahead to where the ferry barges waited on the south bank of the Blackwater。 He had suffered all he meant to suffer of what passed for Dornish wit。 Father should have sent Joffrey after all。 He could have asked Prince Oberyn if he knew how a Dornishman differed from a cowflop。 That made him grin despite himself。 He would have to make a point of being on hand when the Red Viper was presented to the king。
CHAPTER 39
ARYA
The man on the roof was the first to die。 He was crouched down by the chimney two hundred yards away； no more than a vague shadow in the predawn gloom； but as the sky began to lighten he stirred； stretched； and stood。 Anguy's arrow took him in the chest。 He tumbled bonelessly down the steep slate pitch； and fell in front of the septry door。
The Mummers had posted two guards there； but their torch left them night blind； and the outlaws had crept in close。 Kyle and Notch let fly together。 One man went down with an arrow through his throat； the other through his belly。 The second man dropped the torch； and the flames licked up at him。 He screamed as his clothes took fire； and that was the end of stealth。 Thoros gave a shout； and the outlaws attacked in earnest。
Arya watched from atop her horse； on the crest of the wooded ridge that overlooked the septry； mill； brewhouse； and stables and the desolation of weeds； burnt trees； and mud that surrounded them。 The trees were mostly bare now； and the few withered brown leaves that still clung to the branches did little to obstruct her view。 Lord Beric had left Beardless Dick and Mudge to guard them。 Arya hated being left behind like she was some stupid child； but at least Gendry had been kept back as well。 She knew better than to try and argue。 This was battle； and in battle you had to obey。
The eastern horizon glowed gold and pink； and overhead a half moon peeked out through low scuttling clouds。 The wind blew cold； and Arya could hear the rush of water and the creak of the mill's great wooden waterwheel。 There was a smell of rain in the dawn air； but no drops were falling yet。 Flaming arrows flew through the morning mists； trailing pale ribbons of fire； and thudded into the wooden walls of the septry。 A few smashed through shuttered windows； and soon enough thin tendrils of smoke were rising between the broken shutters。
Two Mummers came bursting from the septry side by side； axes in their hands。 Anguy and the other archers were waiting。 One axeman died at once。 The other managed to duck； so the shaft ripped through his shoulder。 He staggered on； till two more arrows found him； so quickly it was hard to say which had struck first。 The long shafts punched through his breastplate as if it had been made of silk instead of steel。 He fell heavily。 Anguy had arrows tipped with bodkins as well as broadheads。 A bodkin could pierce even heavy plate。 I'm going to learn to shoot a bow； Arya thought。 She loved sword fighting； but she could see how arrows were good too。
Flames were creeping up the west wall of the septry； and thick smoke poured through a broken window。 A Myrish crossbowman poked his head out a different window； got off a bolt； and ducked down to rewind。 She could hear fighting from the stables as well； shouts well mingled with the screams of horses and the clang of steel。 Kill them all； she thought fiercely。 She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood。 Kill every single one。
The crossbowman appeared again； but no sooner had he loosed than three arrows hissed past his head。 One rattled off his helm。 He vanished； bow and all。 Arya could see flames in several of the second…story windows。 Between the smoke and the morning mists； the air was a haze of blowing black and white。 Anguy and the other bowmen were creeping closer； the better to find targets。
Then the septry erupted； the Mummers boiling out like angry ants。 Two ibbenese rushed through the door with shaggy brown shields held high before them； and behind them came a Dothraki with a great curved arakh and bells in his braid； and behind him three Volantene sellswords covered with fierce tattoos。 Others were climbing out windows and leaping to the ground。 Arya saw a man take an arrow through the chest with one leg across a windowsill； and heard his scream as he fell。 The smoke was thickening。 Quarrels and arrows sped back and forth。 Watty fell with a grunt； his bow slipping from his hand。 Kyle was trying to nock another shaft to his string when a man in black mail flung a spear through his belly。 She heard Lord Beric shout。 From out of the ditches and trees the rest of his band came pouring； steel in hand。 Arya saw Lem's bright yellow cloak flapping behind him as he rode down the man who'd killed Kyle。 Thoros and Lord Beric were everywhere； their swords swirling fire。 The red priest hacked at a hide shield until it flew to pieces； while his horse kicked the man in the face。 A Dothraki screamed and charged the lightning lord； and the flaming sword leapt out to meet his arakh。 The blades
