grrm.astormofswords-第57部分
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a pack of lions。〃 Arya told of Yoren and their escape from King's Landing as well； and much that had happened since； but she left out the stableboy she'd stabbed with Needle； and the guard whose throat she'd cut to get out of Harrenhal。 Telling Harwin would be almost like telling her father； and there were some things that she could not bear having her father know。
Nor did she speak of Jaqen Hghar and the three deaths he'd owed and paid。 The iron coin he'd given her Arya kept tucked away beneath her belt； but sometimes at night she would take it out and remember how his face had melted and changed when he ran his hand across it。 〃Valar morghulis；〃 she would say under her breath。 〃Ser Gregor； Dunsen； Polliver； Raff the Sweetling。 The Tickler and the Hound。 Ser Ilyn； Ser Meryn； Queen Cersei； King Joffrey。〃
Only six Winterfell men remained of the twenty her father had sent west with Beric Dondarrion； Harwin told her； and they were scattered。 〃It was a trap； milady。 Lord Tywin sent his Mountain across the Red Fork with fire and sword； hoping to draw your lord father。 He planned for Lord Eddard to e west himself to deal with Gregor Clegane。 If he had he would have been killed； or taken prisoner and traded for the Imp； who was your lady mother's captive at the time。 Only the Kingslayer never knew Lord Tywin's plan； and when he heard about his brother's capture he attacked your father in the streets of King's Landing。〃
〃I remember；〃 said Arya。 〃He killed Jory。〃 Jory had always smiled at her； when he wasn't telling her to get from underfoot。
〃He killed Jory；〃 Harwin agreed； 〃and your father's leg was broken when his horse fell on him。 So Lord Eddard couldn't go west。 He sent Lord Beric instead； with twenty of his own men and twenty from Winterfell； me among them。 There were others besides。 Thoros and Ser Raymun Darry and their men； Ser Gladden Wylde； a lord named Lothar Mallery。 But Gregor was waiting for us at the Mummer's Ford； with men concealed on both banks。 As we crossed he fell upon us from front and rear。
〃I saw the Mountain slay Raymun Darry with a single blow so terrible that it took Darry's arm off at the elbow and killed the horse beneath him too。 Gladden Wylde died there with him； and Lord Mallery was ridden down and drowned。 We had lions on every side； and I thought I was doomed with the rest； but Alyn shouted mands and restored order to our ranks； and those still a horse rallied around Thoros and cut our way free。 Six score we'd been that morning。 By dark no more than two score were left； and Lord Beric was gravely wounded。 Thoros drew a foot of lance from his chest that night； and poured boiling wine into the hole it left。
〃Every man of us was certain his lordship would be dead by daybreak。 But Thoros prayed with him all night beside the fire； and when dawn came； he was still alive； and stronger than he'd been。 It was a fortnight before he could mount a horse； but his courage kept us strong。 He told us that our war had not ended at the Mummer's Ford； but only begun there； and that every man of ours who'd fallen would be avenged tenfold。
〃By then the fighting had passed by us。 The Mountain's men were only the van of Lord Tywin's host。 They crossed the Red Fork in strength and swept up into the riverlands； burning everything in their path。 We were so few that all we could do was harry their rear； but we told each other that we'd join up with King Robert when he marched west to crush Lord Tywin's rebellion。 Only then we heard that Robert was dead； and Lord Eddard as well； and Cersei Lannister's whelp had ascended the Iron Throne。
〃That turned the whole world on its head。 We'd been sent out by the King's Hand to deal with outlaws； you see； but now we were the outlaws； and Lord Tywin was the Hand of the King。 There was some wanted to yield then； but Lord Beric wouldn't hear of it。 We were still king's men； he said； and these were the king's people the lions were savaging。 If we could not fight for Robert； we would fight for them； until every man of us was dead。 And so we did； but as we fought something queer happened。 For every man we lost； two showed up to take his place。 A few were knights or squires； of gentle birth； but most were mon men fieldhands and fiddlers and innkeeps； servants and shoemakers； even two septons。 Men of all sorts； and women too； children； dogs 。 。 。
〃Dogs？〃 said Arya。
〃Aye。〃 Harwin grinned。 〃One of our lads keeps the meanest dogs you'd ever want to see。〃
〃I wish I had a good mean dog；〃 said Arya wistfully。 〃A lion…killing dog。〃 She'd had a direwolf once； Nymeria； but she'd thrown rocks at her until she fled； to keep the queen from killing her。 Could a direwolf kill a lion？ she wondered。
It rained again that afternoon； and long into the evening。 Thankfully the outlaws had secret friends all over； so they did not need to camp out in the open or seek shelter beneath some leaky bower； as she and Hot Pie and Gendry had done so often。
That night they sheltered in a burned； abandoned village。 At least it seemed to be abandoned； until Jack…Be…Lucky blew two short blasts and two long ones on his hunting horn。 Then all sorts of people came crawling out of the ruins and up from secret cellars。 They had ale and dried apples and some stale barley bread； and the outlaws had a goose that Anguy had brought down on the ride； so supper that night was almost a feast。
Arya was sucking the last bit of meat off a wing when one of the villagers turned to Lem Lemoncloak and said； 〃There were men through here not two days past； looking for the Kingslayer。〃
Lem snorted。 〃They'd do better looking in Riverrun。 Down in the deepest dungeons； where it's nice and damp。〃 His nose looked like a squashed apple； red and raw and swollen； and his mood was foul。
〃No；〃 another villager said。 〃He's escaped。〃
The Kingslayer。 Arya could feel the hair on the back of her neck prickling。 She held her breath to listen。
〃Could that be true？〃 Tom o' Sevens said。
〃I'll not believe it；〃 said the one…eyed man in the rusty pothelm。 The other outlaws called him Jack…Be…Lucky； though losing an eye didn't seem very lucky to Arya。 〃I've had me a taste o' them dungeons。 How could he escape？〃
The villagers could only shrug at that。 Greenbeard stroked his thick grey…and…green whiskers and said； 〃The wolves will drown in blood if the Kingslayer's loose again。 Thoros must be told。 The Lord of Light will show him Lannister in the flames。〃
〃There's a fine fire burning here；〃 said Anguy； smiling。
Greenbeard laughed； and cuffed the archer's ear。 〃Do I look a priest to you； Archer？ When Pello of Tyrosh peers into the fire； the cinders singe his beard。〃
Lem cracked his knuckles and said； 〃Wouldn't Lord Beric love to capture Jaime Lannister； though 。 。 。〃
〃Would he hang him； Lem？〃 one of the village women asked。 〃It'd be half a shame to hang a man as pretty as that one。〃
〃A trial first！〃 said Anguy。 〃Lord Beric always gives them a trial； you know that。〃 He smiled。 〃Then he hangs them。〃
There was laughter all around。 Then Tom drew his fingers across the strings of his woodharp and broke into soft song。
The brothers of the Kingswood； they were an outlaw band。
The forest was their castle； but they roamed across the land。
No man's gold was safe from them； nor any maiden's hand。
Oh； the brothers of the Kingswood； that fearsome outlaw band 。 。 。
Warm and dry in a corner between Gendry and Harwin； Arya listened to the singing for a time； then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep。 She dreamt of home； not Riverrun； but Winterfell。 It was not a good dream； though。 She was alone outside the castle； up to her knees in mud。 She could see the grey walls ahead of her； but when she tried to reach the gates every step seemed harder than the one before； and the castle faded before her； until it looked more like smoke than granite。 And there were wolves as well； gaunt grey shapes stalking through the trees all around her； their eyes shining。 Whenever she looked at them； she remembered the taste of blood。
The next morning they left the road to cut across the fields。 The wind was gusting； sending dry brown leaves swirling around the hooves of their horses； but for once it did not rain。 When the su
