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'Whose then? Loeter, answer me!' 'I am not to blame,' he whined. 'I will not have this on my head.' 'You sold our kinsmen, Loeter. People under my care lie in death's dark hall tonight.' Custennin raised his hand and pointed a long dagger at the guilty man. 'I say that you shall join them, Loeter, and join them you will, or I am no longer king of Goddeu.' Loeter backed nearer the door. 'No! They only wanted to hunt. I swear it, they only wanted to hunt! I was going to bring the gold to you. . . ' 'Enough! I will not hear you demean yourself further.' Custennin stepped up onto the table and came towards him, the dagger in his hand. Loeter turned and bolted to the door. Gwendolau was there with the two wolf hounds and men on either side of him. 'Do not kill me!' Loeter screamed. He turned to face Custennin, advancing towards him. 'I beg you, my lord. Do not kill me!' 'Your death will be more painless than any of those who went before you this day. I do not have the stomach to do what the Sea Wolves do to their captives.' Loeter gave a terrible scream and fell down on his knees before his king, weeping pitifully and shamefully. All looked on in awful silence. 'I beg you, lord. Spare me. . . spare me. . . send me away.' Custennin seemed to consider this. He gazed down at the cringing wretch and then turned back to those looking on. 'What do you say, brothers? Do we spare his sorry life?' Even before the words were out of his mouth, Loeter was on his feet, his knife in his hand. As the knife flashed towards the king's back, there came a savage snarl and flurry of motion. Black lightning sped towards him. . . Loeter gave one small shriek before the dogs tore out his throat. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html The traitor toppled dead to the floor, but the hounds did not cease their attack until Gwendolau came and put his hands on their collars and hauled them away, blood streaming from their muzzles. Custennin stared down at the mutilated body. 'This is what your gold has bought you, Loeter,' he intoned sadly. 'I ask you now, was it worth it?' He made a gesture with his hand and the men before the door came and dragged the body from the hall. I turned to Ganieda, who sat beside me, staring, her eyes fierce and hard in the light of the torches. 'He got better than he deserved,' she said softly, then, turning to me, added, 'It had to be, Myrddin. Treachery must be punished; there is no other way for a king.' NINE 'It is a shameful business,' Custennin was saying, 'and not meet for a guest under my roof to see it. Forgive me, lad, it could not be helped.' 'I understand,' I told him, 'There is no need to ask forgiveness.' The huge man clapped me on the shoulder with one of his paws. 'You have the grace of a king yourself. Indeed, your royal blood tells. Is it true that you lived with the Hill Folk these last years?' 'It is true.' 'Why?' he wondered, genuinely puzzled. 'A canny lad like yourself must have found many a chance to run away.' 'Oh, escape was there if I wanted it. But it was for me to stay.' 'Youwanted to stay?' 'Not at first,' I told him, 'but I came to see that there was a purpose to it.' 'What purpose, then?' I had to admit that I did not know, even yet. 'Perhaps it will come to me one day. All I know is that I do not regret the time I lived with them. I learned much.' He shook his head, then. This was Custennin: a man who saw things clearly or he did not see them at all; who took direct and necessary action as with the trouble concerning his wayward chief, Loeter; who faced matters squarely and settled accounts fairly and on time. He was a king ever mindful of the respect of his people and sought to win it daily. 'Where do you go now, Myrddin?' he asked. 'Ganieda tells me you hope to reach Dyfed before winter.' 'That is where my friends are. My own people are further south.' Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html 'So you have said. It will be difficult.' I nodded. The weather will break any day and winter will catch you up.' 'All the more reason to go quickly,' I replied. 'Yet, I would ask you to stay. Winter here with us and take up the road in the spring.' That was Ganieda's doing, surely; I sensed her hand at work in the matter. She would not ask me herself, but put her father up to it. 'It would make the time go more quickly for all of us.' 'Your offer is kind as it is generous, and I regret that it cannot be so.' 'Go then, lad. As your mind is made up, I will not ask you to change it now. Three years is a long time away from home.' He walked with me out of the hall to the stable where he ordered my pony to be saddled; he frowned as the small horse was made ready. 'No doubt the beast is sturdy, but it is not a mount for a prince. Perhaps you would travel more quickly with one of mine.' Custennin gestured to his horsemaster to bring one of his horses. 'It is true the breed lacks stature,' I allowed. 'Still, they are wonderfully strong and suited to long journeys. The Prytani move quickly by day [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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