grrm.astormofswords-第156部分
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tent； and sit there in the silence。
In the days that followed； Robb was everywhere and anywhere； riding at the head of the van with the Greatjon； scouting with Grey Wind； racing back to Robin Flint and the rearguard。 Men said proudly that the Young Wolf was the first to rise each dawn and the last to sleep at night； but Catelyn wondered whether he was sleeping at all。 He grows as lean and hungry as his direwolf。
〃My lady；〃 Maege Mormont said to her one morning as they rode through a steady rain； 〃you seem so somber。 Is aught amiss？〃
My lord husband is dead； as is my father。 Two of my sons have been murdered； my daughter has been given to a faithless dwarf to bear his vile children； my other daughter is vanished and likely dead； and my last son and my only brother are both angry with me。 What could possibly be amiss？ That was more truth than Lady Maege would wish to hear； however。 〃This is an evil rain；〃 she said instead。 〃We have suffered much； and there is more peril and more grief ahead。 We need to face it boldly； with homs blowing and banners flying bravely。 But this rain beats us down。 The banners hang limp and sodden； and the men huddle under their cloaks and scarcely speak to one another。 Only an evil rain would chill our hearts when most we need them to burn hot。〃
Dacey Mormont looked up at the sky。 〃I would sooner have water raining down on me than arrows。〃
Catelyn smiled despite herself。 〃You are braver than I am； I fear。 Are all your Bear Island women such warriors？〃
〃She…bears； aye；〃 said Lady Maege。 〃We have needed to be。 In olden days the ironmen would e raiding in their longboats； or wildlings from the Frozen Shore。 The men would be off fishing； like as not。 The wives they left behind had to defend themselves and their children； or else be carried off。〃
〃There's a carving on our gate；〃 said Dacey。 〃A woman in a bearskin； with a child in one arm suckling at her breast。 In the other hand she holds a battleaxe。 She's no proper lady； that one； but I always loved her。〃
〃My nephew Jorah brought home a proper lady once；〃 said Lady Maege。 〃He won her in a tourney。 How she hated that carving。〃
〃Aye； and all the rest；〃 said Dacey。 〃She had hair like spun gold； that Lynesse。 Skin like cream。 But her soft hands were never made for axes。〃
〃Nor her teats for giving suck；〃 her mother said bluntly。
Catelyn knew of whom they spoke； Jorah Mormont had brought his second wife to Winterfell for feasts； and once they had guested for a fortnight。 She remembered how young the Lady Lynesse had been； how fair； and how unhappy。 One night； after several cups of wine； she had confessed to Catelyn that the north was no place for a Hightower of Oldtown。 〃There was a Tully of Riverrun who felt the same once；〃 she had answered gently； trying to console； 〃but in time she found much here she could love。〃
All lost now； she reflected。 Winterfell and Ned； Bran and Rickon； Sansa； Arya； all gone。 Only Robb remains。 Had there been too much of Lynesse Hightower in her after all； and too little of the Starks？ Would that I had known how to wield an axe； perhaps I might have been able to protect them better。
Day followed day； and still the rain kept falling。 All the way up the Blue Fork they rode； past Sevenstrearns where the river unraveled into a confusion of rills and brooks； then through Hag's Mire； where glistening green pools waited to swallow the unwary and the soft ground sucked at the hooves of their horses like a hungry babe at its mother's breast。 The going was worse than slow。 Half the wayns had to be abandoned to the muck； their loads distributed amongst mules and draft horses。
Lord Jason Mallister caught up with them amidst the bogs of Hag's Mire。 There was more than an hour of daylight remaining when he rode up with his column； but Robb called a halt at once； and Ser Raynald Westerling came to escort Catelyn to the king's tent。 She found her son seated beside a brazier； a map across his lap。 Grey Wind slept at his feet。 The Greatjon was with him； along with Galbart Glover； Maege Mormont； Edmure； and a man that Catelyn did not know； a fleshy balding man with a cringing look to him。 No lordling； this one； she knew the moment she laid eyes on the stranger。 Not even a warrior。
Jason Mallister rose to offer Catelyn his seat。 His hair had almost as much white in it as brown； but the Lord of Seagard was still a handsome man； tall and lean； with a chiseled clean…shaven face； high cheekbones； and fierce blue…grey eyes。 〃Lady Stark； it is ever a pleasure。 I bring good tidings； I hope。〃
〃We are in sore need of some； my lord。〃 She sat； listening to the rain patter down noisily against the canvas overhead。
Robb waited for Ser Raynald to close the tent flap。 〃The gods have heard our prayers； my lords。 Lord Jason has brought us the captain of the Myraham； a merchanter out of Oldtown。 Captain； tell them what you told me。〃
〃Aye； Your Grace。〃 He licked his thick lips nervously。 〃My last port of call afore Seagard； that was Lordsport on Pyke。 The ironmen kept me there more'n half a year； they did。 King Balon's mand。 Only； well； the long and the short of it is； he's dead。〃
〃Balon Greyjoy？〃 Catelyn's heart skipped a beat。 〃You are telling us that Balon Greyjoy is dead？〃
The shabby little captain nodded。 〃You know how Pyke's built on a headland； and part on rocks and islands off the shore； with bridges between？ The way I heard it in Lordsport； there was a blow ing in from the west； rain and thunder； and old King Balon was crossing one of them bridges when the wind got hold of it and just tore the thing to pieces。 He washed up two days later； all bloated and broken。 Crabs ate his eyes； I hear。〃
The Greatjon laughed。 〃King crabs； I hope； to sup upon such royal jelly； eh？〃
The captain bobbed his head。 〃Aye； but that's not all of it； no！〃 He leaned forward。 〃The brother's back。〃
〃Victarion？〃 asked Galbart Glover； surprised。
〃Euron。 Crow's Eye； they call him； as black a pirate as ever raised a sail。 He's been gone for years； but Lord Balon was no sooner cold than there he was； sailing into Lordsport in his Silence。 Black sails and a red hull； and crewed by mutes。 He'd been to Asshai and back； I heard。 Wherever he was； though； he's home now； and he marched right into Pyke and sat his arse in the Seastone Chair； and drowned Lord Botley in a cask of seawater when he objected。 That was when I ran back to Myraham and slipped anchor； hoping I could get away whilst things were confused。 And so I did； and here I am。〃
〃Captain；〃 said Robb when the man was done； 〃you have my thanks； and you will not go unrewarded。 Lord Jason will take you back to your ship when we are done。 Pray wait outside。〃
〃That I will； Your Grace。 That I will。〃
No sooner had he left the king's pavilion than the Greatjon began to laugh； but Robb silenced him with a look。 〃Euron Greyjoy is no man's notion of a king； if half of what Theon said of him was true。 Theon is the rightful heir； unless he's dead 。 。 。 but Victarion mands the Iron Fleet。 I can't believe he would remain at Moat Cailin while Euron Crow's Eye holds the Seastone Chair。 He has to go back。〃
〃There's a daughter as well；〃 Galbart Glover reminded him。 〃The one who holds Deepwood Motte； and Robett's wife and child。〃
〃If she stays at Deepwood Motte that's all she can hope to hold；〃 said Robb。 〃What's true for the brothers is even more true for her。 She will need to sail home to oust Euron and press her own claim。〃 Her son turned to Lord Jason Mallister。 〃You have a fleet at Seagard？〃
〃A fleet； Your Grace？ Half a dozen longships and two war galleys。 Enough to defend my own shores against raiders； but I could not hope to meet the Iron Fleet in battle。〃
〃Nor would I ask it of you。 The ironborn will be setting sail toward Pyke； I expect。 Theon told me how his people think。 Every captain a king on his own deck。 They will all want a voice in the succession。 My lord； I need two of your longships to sail around the Cape of Eagles and up the Neck to Greywater Watch。〃
Lord Jason hesitated。 〃A dozen streams drain the wetwood； all shallow； silty； and uncharted。 I would not even call them rivers。 The channels are ever drifting and changing。 There are endless sandbars； dea
