tg.stone of tears-第4部分

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　the　light；　licked　the　blood　off　its　claws；　and　then　loped　after　them。　They　went　down　the　next　stairway。　The　creature　followed；　sometimes　stopping　briefly　in　confusion；　seemingly　unsure　if　it　was　them　it　was　after。
　
　Chase　held　Rachel　in　one　arm　and　a　sword　in　his　other　hand。　Zedd　stayed　between　them　and　the　screeling　as　they　backed　down　a　small　hall。　The　screeling　climbed　up　the　walls；　scratching　the　smooth　stone；　and　sprang　across　tapestries；　tearing　them　with　its　claws　as　it　followed　the　three。
　
　Polished　walnut　side　tables；　each　with　three　ornate　legs　carved　in　vines　and　dotted　with　gilded　blossoms；　tipped　over　into　the　hall　as　the　screeling　pushed　at　them　with　a　claw；　grinning　and　laughing　at　the　sound　of　cut…glass　vases　shattering　on　the　stone　floor。　Water　and　flowers　spilled　over　carpets。　The　screeling　hopped　down　and　tore　a　priceless　blue　and　yellow　Tanimuran　carpet　to　shreds　as　it　howled　in　laughter　and　then　skittered　up　the　wall　to　the　ceiling。
　
　It　advanced　along　the　ceiling　like　a　spider；　head　hanging　down；　watching　them。
　
　‘How　can　it　do　that？’　Chase　whispered。
　
　Zedd　only　shook　his　head　as　they　backed　into　the　immense　central　halls　of　the　People’s　Palace。　The　ceiling　here　was　well　over　fifty　feet　high；　a　collection　of　four…pointed　ribbed　vaults　held　up　by　a　column　at　the　corner　of　each　vault。
　
　Suddenly　the　screeling　sprang　along　the　ceiling　of　the　small　hall　it　was　in　and　leapt　at　them。
　
　Zedd　released　a　bolt　of　fire　as　the　creature　flew　through　the　air。　He　missed；　the　fire　boiling　up　the　granite　wall；　leaving　a　trail　of　black　soot　before　it　dissipated。
　
　For　the　first　time；　Chase　didn’t　miss。　With　a　solid　strike　his　sword　lopped　off　one　of　the　screeling’s　arms。　For　the　first　time　the　screeling　howled　in　pain。　It　tumbled　around　on　the　ground　and　darted　behind　a　green…veined　gray　marble　column。　The　severed　arm　lay　on　the　stone　floor；　twitching　and　grasping。
　
　Soldiers　came　running　across　the　vast　hall；　their　swords　to　hand；　the　clatter　of　their　armor　and　weapons　reverberating　off　the　vaulted　ceilings　high　overhead；　their　boot　strikes　echoing　off　the　tiles　around　the　devotion　pool　as　they　skirted　it。　D’Haran　soldiers　were　a　fierce　lot；　and　they　looked　all　the　more　so　at　finding　there　was　an　invader　in　the　palace。
　
　Zedd　felt　an　odd　sort　of　apprehension　at　the　sight　of　them。　A　few　days　ago　they　would　have　dragged　him　off　to　the　former　Master　Rahl　to　be　killed；　now　they　were　the　loyal　followers　of　the　new　Master　Rahl；　Zedd’s　grandson；　Richard。
　
　As　Zedd　saw　the　soldiers　ing；　he　realized　the　halls　were　filled　with　people。　The　afternoon　devotion　had　just　ended。　Even　if　the　screeling　did　have　only　one　arm；　this　could　be　a　bloodbath。　The　screeling　could　kill　a　few　dozen　of　them　before　they　even　thought　to　run。　And　then　it　would　kill　more　when　they　did。　They　had　to　get　all　these　people　away。
　
　The　soldiers　rushed　up　around　the　wizard；　eyes　hard；　searching；　ready；　looking　for　the　cause　of　the　motion。　Zedd　turned　to　the　mander；　a　heavily　muscled　man　in　leather　and　a　polished　breastplate　with　the　ornate　letter　R　embossed　on　it：　the　symbol　of　the　House　of　Rahl。　The　scars　of　rank　were　incised　on　upper　arms　covered　only　with　coarse　mail　sleeves。　Intense　blue　eyes　glowered　out　from　under　his　gleaming　helmet。
　
　‘What’s　going　on　here？’　he　demanded。　‘What　is　it？’
　
　‘Get　these　people　out　of　this　hall。　They　are　all　in　danger。’
　
　The　mander’s　face　reddened　behind　the　cheek　plates　of　his　helmet。　‘I’m　a　soldier；　not　a　bloody　sheepherder！’
　
　Zedd　gritted　his　teeth。　And　a　soldier’s　first　duty　is　to　protect　people。　If　you　don’t　get　these　people　out　of　this　hall；　mander；　I　will　see　to　it　you　bee　a　sheepherder！’
　
　The　mander’s　fist　snapped　to　his　heart　in　salute；　his　voice　suddenly　controlled　at　realizing　who　he　was　arguing　with。　‘By　your　mand；　Wizard　Zorander。’　He　turned　his　anger　instead　on　his　men。　‘Get　everyone　back！　Right　bloody　now！　Spread　rank！　Sweep　the　hall！’
　
　The　soldiers　fanned　out；　pushing　a　wave　of　startled　people　before　them。　Zedd　hoped　they　could　get　them　all　clear；　and　then　maybe；　with　the　soldiers’　help；　they　could　bottle　up　the　screeling　and　hack　it　to　pieces。
　
　But　then　the　screeling　launched　itself　from　behind　the　column；　a　black　streak　tearing　across　the　floor。　It　tumbled　into　a　bunched　knot　of　onlookers　the　soldiers　were　herding　back；　toppling　many　over　one　another　to　the　floor。　Shrieks　and　wails　and　the　screeling’s　hideous　laughter　erupted　from　across　the　hall。
　
　Soldiers　fell　upon　the　creature　and　were　flung　back；　bloodied；　as　more　came　to　their　aid。　In　the　panicked　clump　of　people；　the　soldiers　couldn’t　swing　a　sword　or　axe　with　any　effect　as　the　screeling　tore　a　bloody　path　through　the　bodies。　It　had　no　more　caution　for　the　armed　soldiers　than　unarmed　innocents。　It　simply　ripped　at　anyone　close　enough。
　
　‘Bags！’　Zedd　cursed。　He　turned　to　Chase。　‘Stick　close　to　me。　We　have　to　draw　it　away。’　He　looked　around。　‘Over　there。　The　devotion　pool。’
　
　They　ran　to　the　square　pool　of　water　that　was　situated　under　an　opening　in　the　roof。　Sunlight　streamed　down；　reflecting　in　rippling　patterns　on　the　column　at　one　of　its　corners。　A　bell　perched　on　the　dark　pitted　rock　that　sat　off…center　in　the　water。　Orange　fish　glided　through　the　shallow　pool；　unconcerned　with　the　mayhem　above。
　
　Zedd　was　getting　an　idea。　The　screeling　certainly　wasn’t　bothered　by　fire；　the　most　it　did　when　hit　with　it　was　steam　a　little。　He　ignored　the　sounds　of　pain　and　dying　and　stretched　his　hands　out　over　the　water；　gathering　its　warmth；　preparing　it　for　what　he　was　going　to　do。　He　could　see　shimmering　waves　of　heat　just　above　the　surface　of　the　water。　He　held　the　rising　heat　at　that　point；　just　below　ignition。
　
　‘When　it　es；’　he　told　Chase；　‘we　have　to　get　it　in　the　water。’
　
　Chase　nodded。　Zedd　was　glad　the　boundary　warden　wasn’t　one　who　always　needed　to　have　things　explained　to　him；　and　knew　better　than　to　waste　precious　seconds　with　questions。　Chase　set　Rachel　on　the　floor。　‘Stay　behind　me；’　he　told　her。
　
　She；　too；　asked　no　questions。　She　nodded　and　hugged　her　doll　close。　Zedd　saw　she　was　clutching　the　fire　stick　in　her　other　hand。　Gutsy　indeed。　He　turned　to　the　uproar　across　the　hall；　lifted　a　hand；　and　sent　tickling　tongues　of　flame　into　the　flailing　dark　thing　in　its　center。　The　soldiers　fell　back。
　
　The　screeling　straightened；　turning；　dropping　a　disembodied　arm　from　its　teeth　as　it　did　so。　Steam　rose　where　the　flames　had　licked　it。　It　hissed　a　cackling　laugh　at　the　wizard　standing　still　in　the　sunlight　by　the　pool。
　
　The　soldiers　were　pushing　the　remaining　people　down　the　halls；　although　the　people　no　longer　needed　the　encouragement。　Zedd　rolled　balls　of　fire　across　the　floor。　The　screeling　batted　them　out　of　the　way　and　they　sparked　out。　Zedd　knew　the　fire　wouldn’t　harm　it；　he　only　wanted　to　draw　its　attention。　It　worked。
　
　‘Don’t　forget；’　he　said　to　Chase；　‘in　the　water。’
　
　‘You　don’t　mind　if　it’s　dead　when　it　goes　in；　do　you？’
　
　‘All　the　better。’
　
　With　a　clatter　of　claws　against　stone；　the　screeling　charged　across　the　hall。　The　tips　o