tg.stone of tears-第107部分

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　She　spun　to　face　him；　one　hand　gripping　the　skirt　of　her　robe。　‘That　be　my　business。’
　
　With　his　hand　on　the　chair　back；　Zedd　pushed　himself　to　his　feet。　‘Adie；　I　must　know。　This　is　important。　I　must　know　what　you　have　been　doing；　so　that　I　may　know　if　it　can　be　a　help。
　
　‘I　know　very　well　the　pain　you　live　with。　I　saw　it；　remember？　I　don’t　know　what　caused　it；　but　I　know　how　deep　it　is。　I　would　ask　you　to　share　the　story　with　me。　I　ask　you　as　a　friend　to　confide　in　me。　Please　don’t　make　me　ask　as　First　Wizard。’
　
　Her　eyes　rose　to　meet　his　at　the　last　of　what　he　said。　The　flash　of　anger　faded　and　she　nodded。　‘Very　well。　Perhaps　I　have　kept　it　to　myself　too　long。　Perhaps　it　would　be　a　relief　to　tell　someone　。。。　a　friend。　Perhaps　you　will　not　want　my　help；　after　you　hear。　If　you　still　do；　I　expect　you　to　tell　me　all　that　has　happened。’　She　thrust　a　finger　in　his　direction。　‘All。’
　
　Zedd　gave　her　a　small　smile　of　encouragement。　‘Of　course。’
　
　She　limped　to　her　chair。　Just　as　she　sat　down；　the　largest　skull　on　the　shelves　suddenly　thudded　to　the　floor。　Both　stared　at　it。　Zedd　walked　over　and　picked　it　up　in　both　hands。　His　thin　fingers　stroked　tapered；　curved　fangs　as　long　as　his　hand。　The　skull　was　flat　on　the　bottom；　it　shouldn’t　have　been　able　to　roll　off　the　shelf。　He　replaced　it　solidly　as　Adie　watched。
　
　‘It　seems；’　she　said　in　her　rasp；　‘that　the　bones　want　to　be　on　the　floor　lately。　They　keep　falling　down。’
　
　Zedd　returned　to　his　chair　after　a　final　frown　to　the　skull。　‘Tell　me　about　the　bones；　why　you　have　them；　what　you　do　with　them；　everything。　Start　at　the　beginning。’
　
　‘Everything。’　She　folded　her　arms　across　her　lap；　briefly　looking　as　if　she　wanted　to　run　for　the　door。　‘It　be　a　painful　story　to　tell。’
　
　‘Not　a　word　of　it　will　ever　touch　my　lips；　Adie。’
　
　
　CHAPTER　22
　
　Adie　drew　a　long　breath。　‘I　be　born　in　the　town　of　Choora；　in　the　land　of　Nicobarese。　My　mother　did　not　have　the　gift　of　sorcery。　She　be　a　skip；　as　it　be　called。　My　grandmother　Lindel　be　the　one　before　me　to　have　it。　My　mother　be　grateful　to　the　good　spirits　she　be　a　skip；　but　bitter　at　them　that　I　be　gifted。
　
　‘In　Nicobarese；　those　with　the　gift　be　loathed　and　distrusted。　It　be　thought　the　gift　be　allied　to　the　flows　of　power　not　only　from　the　Creator；　but　also　from　the　Keeper。　Even　ones　using　the　gift　for　good　be　suspected　of　being　a　baneling。　You　know　of　the　banelings；　yes？’
　
　Zedd　tore　off　a　piece　of　bread。　‘Yes。　Ones　turned　to　the　Keeper。　Sworn　to　him。　They　hide　in　the　light；　as　well　as　the　shadows；　serving　his　wishes；　working　to　his　ends。　They　can　be　anyone。　Some　work　for　good　for　years；　hiding；　waiting　to　be　called。　But　when　they　are　called；　they　do　the　Keeper’s　bidding。
　
　They　are　also　called　by　different　names；　but　they’　are　all　agents　of　the　Keeper。　Some　books　call　them　that：　agents。　Some　are　important　people；　like　Darken　Rahl；　used　for　important　tasks。　Some　are　everyday　people；　used　for　dirty　little　deeds。　Those　with　the　gift；　like　Darken　Rahl；　are　the　most　difficult　for　the　Keeper　to　turn。　Those　without　it　are　easier；　but　even　they　are　rare。’
　
　Adie’s　eyes　widened。　‘Darken　Rahl　be　a　baneling？’
　
　Zedd　lifted　an　eyebrow　as　he　nodded。　‘Admitted　it　to　me　himself。　He　said　he　was　an　agent；　but　it’s　the　same　thing；　whatever　the　word；　and　I’ve　heard　any　number。　They　all　serve　the　Keeper。’
　
　‘This　be　dangerous　news。’
　
　Zedd　sopped　up　some　stew　with　the　piece　of　bread。　‘I　bring　very　little　of　any　other　kind。　You　were　saying　about　your　grandmother　Lindel？’
　
　‘In　the　time　of　Grandmother　Lmdel’s　youth；　sorceresses　be　put　to　death　for　anything　that　fate　brought：　sickness；　accidents；　still　births。　Put　to　death；　wrongly；　for　being　banelings。　Some　of　the　gifted　fought　back　at　being　wrongly　persecuted。　They　fought　well。　It　deepened　the　hatred；　and　only　served　to　confirm　the　fears　of　many　of　the　Nicobarese　people。
　
　‘At　last；　there　was　a　truce。　Nicobarese　leaders　agreed　to　let　the　gifted　women　be；　if　they　would　give　a　soul　oath；　as　a　way　of　proving　they　not　be　banelings；　an　oath　not　to　use　their　power　unless　permission　be　granted　by　a　governing　body；　the　king’s　circle　of　their　town；　for　instance。　It　be　an　oath　to　the　people。　An　oath　not　to　use　the　gift　and　bring　the　Keeper’s　notice。’
　
　Zedd　swallowed　a　mouthful　of　stew。　‘Why　would　people　think　sorceresses　were　banelings？’
　
　‘Because　it　be　easier　to　blame　a　woman　for　their　troubles　than　to　admit　the　truth；　and　more　satisfying　to　accuse　than　to　curse　the　unknown。　Those　with　the　gift　use　power　that　can　help　people；　but　it　can　also　be　used　to　harm　them。　Because　it　can　be　used　to　harm；　it　be　believed　the　power　must　be　given；　at　least　in　part；　by　the　Keeper。’
　
　‘Superstitious　nonsense；’　he　growled。
　
　‘As　you　well　know；　superstition　needs　no　grounding　in　truth；　but　once　rooted；　it　grows　a　strong　though　twisted　tree。’
　
　He　grunted　his　assent。　‘So　no　sorceress　used　her　power？’
　
　Adie　shook　her　head。　‘No。　Unless　it　be　for　some　mon　good；　and　they　went　before　the　king’s　circle　of　their　town　first　and　asked　permission。　Every　sorceress　went　before　the　circle　of　their　town　or　district　and　swore　an　oath　to　the　people；　an　oath　on　her　soul；　to　abide　by　the　wishes　of　the　people。　Swore　a　solemn　oath　not　to　use　her　power　on　or　for　another　unless　asked　to　do　so　by　the　agreement　of　the　circle。’
　
　Zedd　put　his　spoon　down　in　disgust。　‘But　they　had　the　gift。　How　could　they　not　use　it？’
　
　‘They　used　it；　but　only　in　private。　Never　where　anyone　could　see；　and　never　on　another。’
　
　Zedd　leaned　back　in　his　chair；　shaking　his　head　in　silent　wonder　at　the　Wizard’s　First　Rule；　at　the　things　people　would　believe；　while　Adie　went　on。
　
　‘Grandmother　Lindel　be　a　stern　old　woman　who　lived　by　herself。　She　never　wanted　anything　to　do　with　teaching　me　about　using　the　gift。　She　told　me　only　to　let　it　be。　And　my　mother；　of　course；　could　teach　me　nothing。　So　I　learned　on　my　own　as　I　grew；　as　the　gift　grew；　but　I　knew　very　well　the　wickedness　of　using　it。　I　be　lectured　on　that　almost　every　day。　To　use　the　gift　in　a　manner　not　permitted　was　made　to　seem　like　touching　the　taint　of　the　Keeper　himself；　and　I　believed　it　so。　I　feared　greatly　going　against　what　I　be　taught。　I　be　a　fruit　of　the　tree　of　that　superstition。
　
　‘One　day；　when　I　be　eight　or　nine；　I　be　in　the　town　square　with　my　mother　and　father；　on　market　day；　and　across　the　square；　a　building　caught　fire。　There　be　a　girl；　about　my　age；　on　the　second　floor；　trapped　by　the　flames。　She　screamed　for　help。　No　one　could　reach　her　because　the　fire　be　all　through　the　first　floor。　Her　screams　of　terror　burned　every　nerve　in　me。　I　started　to　cry。　I　wanted　to　help。　I　could　not　stand　the　screams。’　Adie　folded　her　hands　in　her　lap　and　looked　down　at　the　table。　‘I　made　the　fire　to　go　out。　The　girl　be　saved。’
　
　Zedd　watched　her　placid　expression　as　she　stared　at　the　table。　‘I　don’t　suppose　anyone；　except　the　girl　and　her　parents；　were　happy？’
　
　Adie　shook　her　head。　‘Everyone　knew　I　had　the　gift。　They　knew　it　be　me　who　had　done　it。　My　mother　stood　and　cried。　My　father　just