tg.stone of tears- 第134部分

　
　Men　were　gathered　around　fires；　drinking　and　eating　and　singing。　Pikes　were　stacked　upright　in　circles；　leaning　in；　with　their　heads　all　resting　together　in　bristling　cones。　Lances　were　everywhere；　sticking　up　from　snowbanks；　looking　like　forests　of　stripped　saplings。　Tents　sprouted　all　about　without　any　order　to　their　layout。
　
　Men　roamed　far　and　near；　stumbling　from　one　fire　to　another　to　try　the　food；　to　join　in　song　around　men　with　flutes；　to　gamble　at　dice；　or　to　share　the　drink。　Sharing　the　drink　seemed　to　be　what　occupied　most　of　them。
　
　No　one　paid　any　attention　to　her。　They　seemed　too　preoccupied　to　notice　her。　She　kept　her　horse　at　a　trot；　and　passed　the　ones　who　did　stare　up　before　they　had　a　chance　to　wonder　at；　or　confirm；　what　they　had　seen。　The　whole　place　seemed　to　be　in　an　uproar　of　activity。　Her　warhorse　didn’t　so　much　as　flinch　at　the　pandemonium　all　about。
　
　From　some　of　the　tents　in　the　distance　she　heard　the　screams　of　women；　followed　by　the　raucous　laughter　of　men。　Despite　her　attempt　to　stop　it；　a　shiver　ran　down　her　spine。
　
　Kahlan　knew　that　armies　like　this　one　were　acpanied　by　prostitutes　who　rode　along　in　the　supply　wagons　with　other　camp　followers。　She　also　knew　that　armies　like　this　one　took　women　as　part　of　their　plunder；　considering　them　a　simple　privilege　of　victory；　much　as　taking　a　ring　from　a　dead　man；　and　worth　little　more。　Whatever　the　reasons　for　the　screams；　feigned　delight　or　true　terror；　she　knew　she　could　do　nothing　about　it；　and　so　tried　not　to　hear　them；　turning　her　attention　instead　to　the　men　she　passed。
　
　At　first　she　saw　only　D’Haran　troops。　She　knew　their　leather　and　mail　and　armored　uniforms　all　too　well。　Each　of　the　breastplates　bore　an　ornate；　embossed　letter　R；　for　the　House　of　Rahl。　Soon　though；　she　was　able　to　pick　out　Kel…tans　among　the　D’Harans。　She　saw　one　group　of　a　dozen　men　from　Westland；　each　with　an　arm　around　the　next　fellow’s　shoulders　as　they　danced　in　a　circle　and　at　the　same　time　drank　from　mugs。　She　saw　men　of　other　lands；　too；　a　few　from　Nicobarese；　some　Sandarians；　and　to　her　horror；　a　handful　of　Galeans。　Maybe；　she　thought；　they　were　simply　D’Harans　in　the　uniforms　of　men　they　had　killed。　Somehow；　she　didn’t　believe　that。
　
　Sporadic　quarrels　were　going　on　throughout　the　camp。　Men　argued　over　a　lay　of　the　dice；　food；　casks；　or　even　bottles　of　drink。　Some　of　the　disputes　erupted　into　fights　with　fists　and　knives。　She　saw　one　man　stabbed　in　the　gut；　to　the　uproarious　laughter　of　onlookers。
　
　At　last　she　spotted　what　she　was　looking　for：　the　tents　belonging　to　the　manders。　Though　they　hadn’t　bothered　to　put　up　their　flags；　she　knew　by　their　size　what　they　were。　Outside　the　largest；　a　small　table　had　been　set　up　next　to　a　roaring　fire　with　spitted　meat　over　it。　Lanterns　on　poles　surrounded　the　group　of　men　gathered　there。
　
　As　she　approached；　a　huge　man　who　sat　with　his　feet　up　on　the　table　was　yelling；　‘。。。　and　I　mean　right　now；　or　I’ll　have　your　head！　A　full　one！　You　bring　a　full　cask　or　I’ll　have　your　head　on　a　pike！’　When　the　soldier　scurried　off；　the　table　of　men　erupted　in　laughter。
　
　Kahlan　brought　her　huge　warhorse　right　up　to　the　edge　of　the　table。　She　sat　tall　and　still　as　she　appraised　the　half…dozen　men　sitting　around　the　table。　Four　were　D’Haran　officers；　the　one　with　his　boots　resting　on　the　table　had　been　the　man　who　had　been　yelling；　one　was　a　Keltish　mander　in　an　ornate　uniform　unbuttoned　to　reveal　a　filthy　shirt　soaked　with　wine　and　meat　drippings；　and　one　man　wore　plain；　tan　robes。
　
　With　a　large　knife；　the　man　with　his　feet　up　on　the　table　carved　a　long　strip　of　meat　from　a　bone。　He　tossed　the　bone　over　his　shoulder　to　a　snarling　pack　of　dogs　behind　him。　He　tore　the　strip　of　meat　in　half　with　his　teeth　and　pointed　with　the　knife　to　his　right；　to　the　young　man　in　plain　robes；　as　he　added　a　swig　from　a　mug　to　the　meat　already　in　his　mouth。　He　spoke　around　it　all。
　
　‘Wizard　Slagle　here　told　me　he　thought　he　smelled　a　Confessor。’　He　peered　up　with　bloodshot　eyes。　‘And　where　is　your　wizard；　Confessor？　Huh？’　Everyone　at　the　table　laughed　with　him。　Ale　ran　down　his　thick；　blond　beard。　‘Bring　anything　to　drink；　Confessor？　We’re　nearly　out。　No？　Well；　not　to　mind。’　With　the　knife；　he　pointed　over　to　the　Keltish　mander。　‘Karsh　here　tells　me　there’s　a　nice　city　a　week　or　so　down　the　mountains；　and　they’re　bound　to　have　some　ale　for　us　thirsty　boys；　after　they　wele　us　to　their　town　and　swear　allegiance。’
　
　Kahlan’s　eyes　slid　to　the　wizard。　It　was　for　him　she　had　e。　She　coolly　calculated　whether　or　not　she　could　make　the　jump　from　the　horse　to　the　wizard　and　touch　him　with　her　power　before　she　was　caught　by　that　big　knife。　The　man　wielding　the　knife　didn’t　look　to　be　able　to　react　too　quickly。　Still；　she　judged　it　to　be　poor　odds。　She　was　willing　to　give　her　life　to　the　task；　but　only　if　she　could　be　reasonably　sure　of　success。
　
　But　it　was　for　him　she　had　e。　The　wizard　was　this　army’s　eyes。　He　saw　things　before　they　could；　and　things　they　couldn’t　see；　like　her。　And　D’Harans　feared　things　magic；　and　spirits。　A　wizard　was　their　defense　against　magic　and　those　spirits。
　
　Her　gaze　moved　from　the　wizard’s　deep…set　eyes　and　drunken；　leering　smirk　to　what　he　was　doing　with　his　hands。　He　was　whittling。　Before　him　on　the　table　was　a　pile　of　shavings。　She　remembered　the　piles　of　wood　shavings　in　the　palace　at　Ebinissia；　outside　the　girls’　rooms。
　
　The　wizard　waggled　the　stick　he　had　whittled。　For　the　first　time；　she　noticed　what　it　was。　It　was　a　larger…than…life　phallus。　His　smirk　grew。
　
　The　man　with　the　knife　pointed　it　to　the　wizard。　‘Slagle’s　got　something　for　you；　Confessor。　Been　working　on　it　for　two　hours；　since　he　realized　you　were　ing　for　a　visit。’　He　made　a　feeble　attempt　to　hold　back　his　laughter；　but　it　came　in　fits　through　his　restraint　and　he　finally　gave　in　to　it。
　
　Two　hours。　They　had　just　told　her　the　limits　of　this　wizard’s　power。　She　had　left　the　Galeans　four　hours　ago；　but　nearly　an　hour　of　that　had　been　spent　at　her　task　up　on　the　ridges。　That　meant　the　Galean　boys　weren’t　yet　close　enough　for　the　wizard　to　know　of　them；　but　were　only　concealed　from　discovery　by　a　dangerously　thin　margin。　Any　closer；　and　the　wizard　would　know　of　them。　Long　before　they　could　bring　any　surprise　to　bear。
　
　She　waited　for　the　D’Haran　man’s　laughter　to　sputter　out　before　she　spoke。　‘You　have　me　at　a　disadvantage。’
　
　‘Not　yet！　But　I　will！’　The　men　roared　and　hooted　again。
　
　With　every　beat　of　her　heart；　she　became　more　calm。　She　pushed　her　hood　back。　She　wore　her　Confessor’s　face。　‘What　is　your　name；　soldier？’
　
　‘Soldier！’　He　lurched　forward　and　stuck　the　knife　in　the　table。　‘I’m　no　soldier。　I’m　General　Riggs。　I’m　supreme　mander　of　all　our　troops。　All　our　men；　old　and　new；　answer　to　me。’
　
　And　in　whose　name　are　you　fighting；　General　Riggs？’
　
　He　swept　his　hand　around。　‘Why；　the　Imperial　Order　is　fighting　a　war　on　behalf　of　those　who　join　us。　A　war　against　all　the　oppressors。　Against　all　who　fight　us。　Those　who　don’t　join　us　are　against　us；　and　will　be　crushed。　We　fight　to　bring　order。
　
　‘Under　the　Imperial　Order；　all　who　join　us　will　find　protection；　and　in　turn　they　will　help　protect　all。　All　the　lands　will　join　with　us；　or　they　will　be　swept　aside。　It　is　a　new　order　for　which　we　struggle。　The　Imperial　Order。　They　mand　all　the　lands；　and　I　mand　them。’
　
　Kahlan　frowned；　trying　to　make　sense　of　what　she　was　hearing。　‘I　am　the　Mother　Confessor；　and　I　mand　the　Midlands；　not　you。’
　
　‘Mother　Confessor！’　He　clapped　the　wizard　on　the　back。　‘You　didn’t　tell　me　she　was　the　Mother　Confessor！　Well；　you　don’t　look　like　any　mother　I’ve　seen。　But　after　tonight；　you’ll　be　a　mother　sure　enough。　You　have　my　word　on　that！’　He　roared　with　laughter。
　
　‘Darken　Rahl　is　dead。’　That　brought　the　laughter　to　an　end。　‘The　new　Lord　Rahl　has　declared　the　war　ended　and　called　all　the　D’Haran　troops　home。’
　
　General　Riggs　rose　to　his　feet。　‘Darken　Rahl　was　a　man　of　limited　foresight；　a　man　too　much　concerned　with　his　ancient　magic　and　too　little　concerned　with　order。　He　was　too　preoccupied　with　his　own　quests；　his　old　religions。　Magic；　until　it　is　eradicated；　is　a　tool　of　men；　not　a　master　of　them。
　
　‘Darken　Rahl　failed　to　use　the　opportunity　he　had。　We　will　not　fail。　Darken　Rahl　himself；　in　the　underworld；　knows　this；　and　repents。　He　is　allied　to　our　struggle；　now。　The　good　spirits　have　declared　it！　We　no　longer　bow　to　the　house　of　Rahl；　but　they；　as　all　houses；　districts；　and　kingdoms；　to　us。　The　new　Lord　Rahl　will　join　us；　too；　or　we’ll　crush　him　and　any　heathen　dogs　who　follow　him。　We　will　crush　all　the　heathen　dogs！’
　
　‘In　other　words；　General；　you　fight　for　no　one　other　than　yourself。　Your　purpose　is　simply　to　murder　people。’
　
　‘I　do　not　fight　for　myself！　This　is　a　larger　purpose　than　one　man。　We　offer　all　the　opportunity　to　join　with　us。　If　they　don’t　join　with　us；　it’s　because　they’re　aligned　with　our　enemies；　and　we　must　kill　them！’　He　threw　his　hands　up。　‘It’s　useless　trying　to　explain　such　matters　of　state　and　canon　to　a　woman。　Women　have　no　intellect　for