tg.wizardfirstrule- 第12部分

　
　〃This　is　a　blood　fly。　Gars　use　them　to　hunt。　The　flies　flush　out　the　quarry；　the　gar　grabs　it。　They　smear　some　on　themselves；　for　the　flies。　We　are　very　lucky。〃　She　held　the　blood　fly　right　in　front　of　his　nose　to　make　her　point。　〃Long…tailed　gars　are　stupid。　If　it　had　been　a　short…tailed　gar；　we　would　be　dead　right　now。　Shorttail　gars　are　bigger；　and　a　lot　smarter。〃　She　paused　to　make　sure　she　had　his　full　attention。　〃They　count　their　flies。〃
　
　He　was　frightened；　exhausted；　confused；　and　in　pain。　He　wanted　this　nightmare　to　end。　With　a　moan　of　frustration　he　sagged　back　down　onto　his　back；　not　caring　anymore　about　whatever　it　was　that　was　poking　him。
　
　〃Kahlan；　I'm　your　friend。　After　those　men　attacked　us；　and　you　didn't　want　to　tell　me　more　about　what　is　going　on；　I　didn't　press　you。〃　His　eyes　were　closed。　He　couldn't　bear　the　scrutiny　of　her　eyes。　〃Now　someone　is　after　me；　too。　For　all　I　know；　it　could　be　the　same　person　who　murdered　my　father。　It's　not　just　you　anymore；　I　can't　go　home　either。　I　think　I　have　a　right　to　know　at　least　some　of　what's　going　on。　I'm　your　friend；　not　your　enemy。
　
　〃Once；　when　I　was　little；　I　got　a　fever　and　almost　died。　Zedd　found　a　root　that　saved　me。　Until　today；　that　was　the　only　time　I've　ever　been　close　to　death。　Today　I　was　close　three　times。　What　do　I　。　。　。〃
　
　Her　fingertips　touched　his　lips　to　silence　him。
　
　〃You're　right。　I　will　answer　your　questions。　Except　about　me。　For　now；　I　cannot。〃
　
　He　sat　up　and　looked　at　her。　She　was　starting　to　shake　with　cold。　Shrugging　the　straps　of　the　pack　off　his　shoulders；　he　pulled　a　blanket　out　and　wrapped　it　around　her。
　
　〃You　promised　me　a　fire；〃　she　said　as　she　shivered。　〃Is　it　a　promise　you　intend　to　keep？〃
　
　He　couldn't　help　but　to　laugh　as　he　got　to　his　feet。　〃Sure。　There's　a　wayward　pine　right　over　there　on　the　other　side　of　the　clearing。　Or　if　you　want　there　are　others　up　the　trail　a　little　way。〃
　
　She　looked　up　and　give　him　a　worried　frown。
　
　〃Right；〃　he　smiled；　〃we'll　find　another　wayward　pine　up　the　trail。〃
　
　〃What　is　a　wayward　pine？〃　she　asked
　
　CHAPTER　5
　RICHARD　HELD　BACK　THE　boughs　of　the　tree。　〃This　is　a　wayward　pine；〃　he　announced。　〃Friend　to　any　traveler。〃
　
　It　was　dark　inside。　Kahlan　held　the　boughs　aside　so　he　could　see　by　the　moonlight　to　strike　steel　to　flint　and　start　a　fire。　Clouds　scudded　across　the　moon；　and　they　could　see　their　breath　in　the　cold　air。　Richard　had　stayed　here　before　on　trips　to　and　from　Zedd's；　and　had　made　a　small　fire　pit　of　stones。　There　was　dry　wood　and　to　the　far　side　a　stack　of　dry　grass　he　had　used　for　bedding。　Since　he　didn't　have　his　knife　he　was　thankful　he　had　left　a　supply　of　tinder。　The　fire　was　quickly　started；　filling　the　interior　of　the　tree's　skirt　with　flickering　light。
　
　Richard　was　not　quite　able　to　stand　under　the　branches　where　they　began　growing　out　from　the　trunk。　The　branches　were　bare　near　the　trunk；　with　needles　on　the　ends；　leaving　a　hollow　interior。　The　lower　branches　dipped　all　the　way　to　the　ground。　The　tree　was　fire…resistant；　as　long　as　one　was　careful。　The　smoke　from　the　small　fire　curled　up　the　center；　near　the　trunk。　The　needles　grew　so　thick　that　even　in　a　good　rain　it　remained　dry　inside。　Richard　had　waited　out　many　a　rain　in　a　wayward　pine。　He　always　enjoyed　staying　in　the　small　but　cozy　shelters　as　he　traveled　the　Hartland。
　
　Now　he　was　especially　glad　for　its　concealing　shelter。　Before　their　encounter　with　the　long…tailed　gar；　there　had　been　plants　and　animals　in　the　forest　he　had　strong　respect　for；　but　there　had　been　nothing　in　the　woods　he　feared。
　
　Kahlan　sat　herself　down　cross…legged　in　front　of　the　fire。　She　was　still　shivering　and　kept　the　blanket　over　her　head　formed　into　a　hood；　and　held　tightly　up　around　her　chin。
　
　〃I　never　heard　of　wayward　pines　before。　I　am　not　used　to　staying　in　the　woods　when　I　travel；　but　they　look　like　a　wonderful　place　to　sleep。〃　She　looked　even　more　tired　than　he。
　
　〃When　was　the　last　time　you　slept？〃
　
　〃Two　days　ago；　I　think。　It　has　all　bee　a　blur。〃
　
　Richard　was　surprised　she　could　keep　her　eyes　open。　When　they　were　running　from　the　quad；　he　had　barely　been　able　to　keep　up　with　her。　It　was　her　fear　that　pushed　her　on；　he　knew。
　
　〃Why　so　long？〃
　
　〃It　would　be　very　unwise；〃　she　said；　〃to　go　to　sleep　in　the　boundary。〃　Kahlan　watched　the　fire；　spellbound　in　its　warm　embrace；　the　light　from　it　fluttering　on　her　face。　She　loosened　the　blanket　from　around　her　chin　and　let　it　hang　so　she　could　put　her　hands　out　to　warm　them　closer　to　the　fire。
　
　A　chill　ran　through　him　when　he　wondered　what　was　in　the　boundary；　and　what　would　happen　if　you　went　to　sleep　there。
　
　〃Hungry？〃
　
　She　nodded　her　head。
　
　Richard　dug　around　in　his　pack；　retrieving　a　pot；　and　went　outside　to　fill　it　in　a　pool　of　water　at　a　small　brook　they　had　passed　a　short　distance　back。　Sounds　of　the　night　filled　air　so　cold　it　felt　as　if　it　might　break　if　he　wasn't　careful。　Once　again　he　cursed　himself　for　leaving　home　without　his　forest　cloak；　among　other　things。　The　memory　of　what　had　been　waiting　for　him　at　his　house　made　him　shiver　all　the　more。
　
　Every　bug　that　looped　past　made　him　recoil　in　fear　it　was　a　blood　fly；　and　several　times　he　froze　in　midstep；　only　to　exhale　in　relief　when　he　saw　it　was　only　a　snowy　tree　cricket；　or　a　moth；　or　a　lacewing。　Shadows　melted　and　materialized　as　clouds　passed　in　front　of　the　moon。　He　didn't　want　to；　but　he　looked　up　any…　way。　Stars　winked　off　and　back　on　as　soft；　gauzelike　clouds　moved　silently　across　the　sky。　All　except　one；　which　did　not　move。
　
　Cold　to　the　bone；　he　came　back　in　and　put　the　pot　of　water　on　the　fire；　balancing　it　on　three　stones。　Richard　started　to　sit　across　from　her；　but　then　changed　his　mind　and　sat　next　to　her；　telling　himself　it　was　because　he　was　so　cold。　When　she　heard　his　teeth　chattering；　she　put　half　the　blanket　around　his　shoulders；　letting　her　half　slip　from　her　head　down　to　her　shoulders　as　well。　The　blanket；　heated　by　her　body；　felt　good　around　him；　and　he　sat　quietly　letting　the　warmth　soak　in。
　
　〃I've　never　seen　anything　like　a　gar。　The　Midlands　must　be　a　dreadful　place。〃
　
　〃There　are　many　dangers　in　the　Midlands。〃　A　wistful　smile　came　over　her　face。　〃There　are　also　many　fantastic　and　magical　things。　It　is　a　beautiful；　wondrous　place。　But　the　gar　are　not　from　the　Midlands。　They　are　from　D'Hara。〃
　
　He　stared　in　astonishment。　〃D'Hara！　From　across　the　second　boundary？〃
　
　D'Hara。　Until　his　brother's　speech　today　he　had　never　heard　the　name　spoken　in　anything　other　than　the　cautious　whispers　of　older　people。　Or　in　a　curse。　Kahlan　continued　to　watch　the　fire。
　
　〃Richard…〃　She　paused　as　if　afraid　to　tell　him　the　rest。　〃…there　is　no　longer　a　second　boundary。　The　boundary　between　the　Midlands　and　D'Hara　is　down。　Since　the　spring。〃
　
　That　shock　made　him　feel　as　if　the　shadowy　D'Hara　had　just　taken　a　frightening；　giant　leap　closer。　He　struggled　to　make　sense　of　the　things　he　was　learning。
　
　〃Maybe　my　brother　is　more　of　a　prophet　than　he　knows。〃
　
　〃Maybe；〃　she　said　nonmittally。
　
　〃Although　it　would　be　hard　to　make　a　living　as　a　prophet　by　predicting　events　that　had　already　taken　place。〃　He　gave　her　a　sidelong　glance。
　
　Kahlan　smiled　as　she　idly　twisted　a　strand　of　hair。　〃When　I　first　saw　you；　my　thought　was　that　you　were　no　fool。〃　Firelight　sparkled　in　her　green　eyes。　〃Thank　you　for　not　proving　me　wrong。〃
　
　〃Michael　；is　in　a　position　to　have　knowledge　others　don't
　
　Maybe　he's　trying　to　prepare　the　people；　get　them　used　to　the　idea；　so　when　they　find　out；　they　won't　panic。〃
　
　Michael　often　said　that　information　was　the　coin　of　power；　and　that　it　was　not　a　coin　to　be　spent　frivolously。　After　he　had　be　e　a　councilor；　he　encouraged　people　to　bring　their　information　to　him　first。　Even　a　farmer　with　a　tale　received　an　ear；　and　if　the　tale　proved　true；　a　favor。
　
　The　water　was　starting　to　boil。　Richard　leaned　over；　hooked　his　finger　through　a　strap　and　pulled　his　pack　to　him；　then　re　arranged　the　blanket。　Rummaging　around；　he　located　the　pouch　of　dried　vegetables　and　poured　some　into　the　pot。　From　his　pocket　he　pulled　a　napkin　that　held　four　fat　sausages；　which　he　broke　up　and　tossed　into　the　soup　pot。
　
　Kahlan　looked　surprised。　〃Where　did　those　e　from？　Did　you　snatch　those　from　your　brother's　party？〃　Her　voice　carried　a　tone　of　disapproval。
　
　〃A　good　woodsman；〃　he　said；　licking　his　fingers　and　looking　up　at　her；　〃always　plans　ahead　and　tries　to　know　where　his　next　meal　will　e　from。〃
　
　〃He　will　not　think　much　of　your　manners。〃
　
　〃I　do　not　think　much　of　his。〃　He　knew　he　would　get　no　argument　from　her　on　that　point。　〃Kahlan；　I　won't　justify　the　way　he　acted。　Ever　since　our　mother　died　he's　been　a　hard　person　to　be　close　to。　But　I　know　he　cares　about　people。　You　have　to；　if　you　want　to　be　a　good　councilor。　It　must　be　a　lot　of　pressure。　I　certainly　wouldn't　want　the　responsibility。　But　that's　all　he　ever　wanted：　to　be　someone　important。　And　now　that　he's　First　Councilor；　he　has　what　he's　always　wanted。　He　should　be　satisfied；　but　he　seems　even　less　tolerant。　He's　always　busy；　and　always　snapping　orders。