tg.stone of tears-第157部分

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　‘Got　work。’
　
　Zedd　poured　tea　for　himself。　‘Really？　What　sort？’
　
　Ahern　unfolded　his　arms　and　sat　back　in　the　booth；　appraising　his　new　table　panion’s　eyes；　and　nothing　else。　He　wore　a　longcoat　draped　around　his　massive　shoulders；　over　a　dark　green　flannel　shirt。　His　thick；　mostly　gray　hair　was　long　enough　to　nearly　cover　his　ears；　and　looked　to　be　infrequently　pestered　by　a　b。　His　deeply　creased；　weatherworn　face　was　splotched　with　pink；　windburned　patches。
　
　‘Why　do　you　want　to　know？’
　
　Zedd　shrugged　as　he　took　a　sip　of　tea。　‘So　I　can　gauge　if　I　can　make　you　a　better　offer。’　Zedd；　of　course；　could　produce　any　amount　of　gold　the　man　could　ask　for；　but　judged　that　not　to　be　the　best　tack。　He　took　another　sip　of　tea　as　he　waited。
　
　‘I　haul　iron　from　Tristen；　down　here　to　the　smiths　in　Pen…verro。　Sometimes　over　to　Winstead。　We　Keltans　make　the　finest　weapons　in　all　the　Midlands；　you　know。’
　
　‘I　heard　differently。’　Ahern’s　frown　darkened。　Zedd　folded　his　hands　over　the　silver…topped　cane。　‘I　hear　them　to　be　the　finest　swords　in　all　the　three　lands；　not　just　the　Midlands。’　The　bard　started　a　new　song　about　a　king　who　lost　his　voice　and　had　to　mand　by　written　instruction；　but　had　never　allowed　any　of　his　subjects　to　learn　to　read；　and　so　lost　his　kingdom；　too。　‘Heavy　loads　to　haul；　this　time　of　year。’
　
　Ahern　gave　the　slightest　hint　of　a　smile。　‘Worse　in　the　spring。　In　the　muck。　Then’s　the　time　we　find　out　who　can　drive；　and　who　can　talk。’
　
　Zedd　pushed　the　full　cup　a　few　inches　closer　to　the　man。　‘Steady　work？’
　
　Ahern　finally　took　up　the　cup。　‘Enough　to　keep　me　fed。’
　
　Zedd　lifted　one　coil　of　the　braided　leather。　‘I　thought　you　looked　to　be　a　man　familiar　with　the　use　of　this。’
　
　There’s　different　ways　to　get　effort　from　a　team。’　He　pointed　with　his　chin　in　the　general　direction　of　the　room。　‘These　fools　think　they　get　what　they　want　by　laying　to　with　the　whip。’
　
　‘And　you　don’t？’
　
　Ahern　shook　his　head。　‘I　crack　my　whip　to　get　their　attention；　to　let　them　know　what　I　want；　where　to　put　their　feet。　My　team　works　for　me　because　I　trained　them　to　work；　not　because　they　get　the　whip。　If　I’m　in　a　tight　spot；　I　want　a　team　that　understands　what　I　want；　not　one　that　jumps　when　they　feel　a　whip。　There　are　enough　gorges　strewn　with　bones　of　man　and　horse。　Don’t　want　to　add　mine　to　the　lot。’
　
　‘Sounds　like　you　know　your　work。’
　
　Ahern　gestured　with　his　cup　to　Zedd’s　elaborate　robes。　‘What　line　of　‘work’　you　in？’
　
　‘Orchards；’　Zedd　said；　pointing　a　finger　skyward。　The　finest　fruits　in　all　the　world；　sir！’
　
　Ahern　grunted。　‘You　mean　you　own　land；　and　others　work　to　grow　you　the　finest　fruits　in　all　the　world。’
　
　Zedd　chuckled。　‘You　have　it　true。　Now；　anyway。　It　didn’t　start　that　way；　though。　I　started　by　myself；　working；　struggling；　for　years。　Tending　my　trees　day　and　night；　trying　to　produce　the　best　fruit　anyone　ever　tasted。　Many　of　the　trees　failed。　Many　times　I　failed；　and　went　hungry。
　
　‘But　I　finally　was　able　to　do　better。　I　saved　every　copper；　and　bought　more　land　in　the　years　I　could。　Planted；　tended；　picked；　hauled；　and　sold　it　all　by　myself。　Over　time；　people　came　to　know　my　fruit　as　the　best；　and　I　became　more　successful。　In　the　last　few　years；　I’ve　hired　people　to　tend　things　for　me。　But　I　still　keep　my　hand　to　the　work；　so　that　it　lives　up　to　what　people　know　me　for。　Would　you　hope　for　any　less　success；　in　your　work？’
　
　Zedd　sat　back；　smiling；　proud　of　the　story　he　had　just　invented　on　the　spot。　Ahern　held　out　his　cup　for　more　tea。
　
　‘Where　are　these　orchards？’
　
　‘In　Westland。　Moved　there　before　the　boundary　went　up。’
　
　‘And　why　are　you　here　now？’
　
　Zedd　leaned　forward；　lowering　his　voice。　‘Well；　you　see；　my　wife　is　not　doing　well。　We’re　both　old；　and　now　that　the　boundary　is　down；　she　wants　to　visit　her　homeland。　She　knows　healers　there　who　may　be　able　to　help　her。　I’d　do　anything　to　help　that　woman。　She’s　too　sick　to　travel　on　horseback　any　longer；　what　with　this　weather；　so　I’d　like　to　hire　someone　to　take　us　to　her　healers。　I’d　pay　any　price；　any　price　I　can　afford；　to　get　her　there。’
　
　Ahern’s　face　softened；　somewhat。　‘Sounds　a　fair　enough　journey。　Where　do　you　be　headed？’
　
　‘Nicobarese。’
　
　Ahern　slammed　his　cup　down　on　the　table。　Some　of　the　tea　sloshed　out。　‘What！’　He　lowered　his　voice　and　leaned　forward；　the　table’s　edge　pressing　into　his　husky　middle。　‘It’s　the　dead　of　winter；　man！’
　
　Zedd　ran　his　finger　around　the　rim　of　his　cup。　‘I　thought　you　said　spring　was　the　worst。’
　
　Ahern　grunted　with　a　suspicious　glare。　‘That’s　back　northwest；　the　other　side　of　the　Rang’Shada　Mountains。　If　you　came　from　Westland；　to　go　to　Nicobarese；　why　would　you　cross　the　Rang’Shada　first？　Now　you　just　have　to　cross　it　back　again。’
　
　Zedd　was　caught　off　guard；　and　had　to　scramble　to　find　an　answer。　At　last　he　did。　‘I’m　from　up　near　Aydindril。　We　were　going　to　go　there　for　a　visit　to　my　homeland；　before　we　went　in　the　spring　to　Nicobarese。　I　thought　to　cross　the　mountains　to　the　south；　then　go　northeast　to　Aydindril。　But　Elda；　that’s　my　wife；　she　took　sick；　and　I　decided　that；　well；　it　would　be　better　we　go　see　her　healers。’
　
　‘You　would　have　been　better　off　to　have　gone　to　Nicobarese　first；　before　you　crossed　the　mountains。’
　
　Zedd　folded　his　hands　over　his　cane。　‘So；　Ahern；　do　you　know　how　to　undo　something　done　in　error；　so　I　may　relive　my　life　as　you　suggest？’
　
　Ahern　grunted　a　laugh。　‘Guess　not。’　He　thought　a　moment；　finally　letting　out　a　tired　sigh。　‘I’ll　tell　you；　Ruben；　it’s　a　long　way。　You’re　asking　for　trouble。　I　don’t　know　that　I　want　any　part　of　it。’
　
　Zedd　arched　an　eyebrow。　‘Really？’　He　made　a　deliberate　survey　of　the　room。　Tell　me　then；　Ahern；　if　you　find　the　task　so　formidable；　which　of　these　men　here　would　be　up　to　the　job？　Which　are　better　drivers　than　you？’
　
　Ahern　regarded　the　crowd　with　a　sour　look。　‘I’m　not　saying　I’m　the　best　there　is；　but　this　lot’s　more　boast　than　brains。　Don’t　think　there’s　a　one　of　them　that　would　make　it。’
　
　Zedd　shifted　irritably　on　his　bench。　Ahern；　I　think　you’re　simply　trying　to　boost　price。’
　
　‘And　I　think　you’re　trying　to　lower　it。’
　
　Zedd　let　his　slightest　smile　touch　his　lips。　‘I　don’t　think　it　as　difficult　a　job　as　you　make　it。’
　
　Ahern’s　frown　returned。　‘You　think　it　easy？’
　
　Zedd　shrugged。　‘You　drive　in　the　winter　now。　I　simply　want　you　to　drive　in　a　different　direction；　that’s　all。’
　
　Ahern　leaned　forward；　his　jaw　muscles　tightening。　‘Well；　the　direction　you　want　to　go　in　is　trouble！　First　of　all；　there　are　rumors　of　civil　war　in　Nicobarese。　Worse；　the　shortest　way；　unless　you　want　to　spend　weeks　going　to　the　passes　far　to　the　south；　is　across　Galea。’
　
　His　voice　lowered。　‘There’s　trouble　between　Galea　and　Kelton。　I　hear　tell　there’s　fighting　along　the　border。　Keltish　towns　have　been　sacked。　The　people　here　in　Penverro　are　nervous；　what　with　being　so　close　to　the　border　with　Galea。　It’s　all　the　talk。　Going　into　Galea　is　sure　trouble。’
　
　‘Fig