tg.stone of tears-第68部分

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　They　lay　still；　close　to　the　ground；　waiting。　Gentle　breezes　rustled　the　dry　grass　around　them。　Kahlan　quietly；　slowly；　slid　the　cloak　from　her　shoulders。　She　didn’t　want　there　to　be　any　mistake　about　who　she　was。　The　Bantak　would　recognize　her　long　hair；　but　she　wanted　them　to　see　her　Confessor’s　dress；　too。　She　didn’t　want　there　to　be　any　doubt　who　she　was　and　that　she　was　here　as　the　Mother　Confessor。　Richard　shrugged　his　cloak　off　his　shoulders。　Shadows　slid　through　the　grass　around　them。
　
　When　there　seemed　to　be　men　all　around；　the　two　of　them　stood　up。　Men　with　spears　and　bows　closest　leapt　back　and　screamed　yells　of　surprise。　The　Bantak　were　spread　out　in　a　long；　thin　line；　advancing　toward　the　Mud　People’s　village。
　
　There　were　excited　shouts。　Men　swept　in　from　the　line；　a　few　surrounding　them；　most　bunched　in　front。　Kahlan　stood　tall；　her　hands　at　her　sides。　She　wore　her　Confessor’s　face；　a　calm　that　showed　nothing；　as　her　mother　had　taught　her。　Richard　was　tight　at　her　side；　his　hand　on　the　hilt　of　his　sword。　Most　of　the　men；　in　simple　hide　clothes　trimmed　with　grass；　leveled　weapons　at　the　two　of　them。　They　were　clearly　nervous　about　doing　so。
　
　‘You　would　dare　to　threaten　the　Mother　Confessor？’　she　called　out。　‘Lower　your　weapons。　Now。’
　
　Eyes　flicked　around；　looking　to　see　if　the　two　of　them　were　alone。　The　men　seemed　to　bee　less　sure　about　pointing　spears　and　arrows　at　the　Mother　Confessor；　they　were　doing　something　unheard　of；　and　they　knew　it。　They　looked　as　if　they　couldn’t　decide　to　keep　doing　what　they　were　doing；　or　drop　their　weapons　and　fall　to　their　knees。　A　few　of　them　crouched　lower；　in　half　bows。
　
　Kahlan　took　an　aggressive　stride　toward　them。　‘Now！’
　
　The　men　flinched；　cowering　back　a　little。　The　points　of　all　the　weapons　moved　from　her　…　to　Richard。　They　appeared　to　hope　this　would　be　an　acceptable　promise。　It　was　not　what　she　had　expected。
　
　She　stepped　in　front　of　Richard。　All　the　weapons　were　once　again　pointing　at　her。
　
　‘What　do　you　think　you　are　doing；’　he　whispered　to　the　back　of　her　head。
　
　‘Just　stay　quiet。　Let　me　try　to　do　this。　We　don’t　have　a　chance　if　we　can’t　get　them　to　lower　their　weapons　and　talk。’
　
　‘Why　are　they　doing　this？　I　thought　everyone　was　afraid　of　the　Mother　Confessor。’
　
　They　are　afraid；　but　they　are　used　to　seeing　a　wizard　with　me。　They　may　be　more　bold　because　they　don’t　see　one　now。　Even　so；　they　shouldn’t　be　doing　this。’　She　took　another　step　forward。　‘Who　speaks　for　the　Bantak？　Who　among　you　takes　responsibility　for　allowing　the　Bantak　to　threaten　the　Mother　Confessor？’
　
　Not　being　able　to　point　their　weapons　at　Richard　with　her　in　the　way；　the　Bantak　lost　a　bit　of　their　confidence　and　lowered　the　points　a　little。　Not　all　the　way；　but　a　little。
　
　At　last；　an　old　man　approached；　pushing　through；　stopping　in　front　of　her。　He　wore　simple　hide　clothes　like　the　other　men；　but　around　his　neck　hung　a　gold　medallion　worked　with　Bantak　symbols。　She　knew　him。　He　was　Ma　Ban　Grid；　the　Bantak’s　spirit　guide。　His　scowl　made　his　heavily　wrinkled　loose　skin　seem　even　more　deeply　creased　than　she　remembered。　She　also　didn’t　remember　him　scowling　like　this；　she　remembered　only　his　easy　smile。
　
　‘I　speak　for　the　Bantak；’　Ma　Ban　Grid　said。　He　had　only　two　bottom　teeth　in　front。　His　jaw　wobbled　easily　with　the　difficult…to…pronounce　Bantak　words。　He　glanced　at　Richard。　‘Who　is　this　one？’
　
　Kahlan　returned　Ma　Ban　Grid’s　scowl。　‘Now　Ma　Ban　Grid　would　question　the　Mother　Confessor　before　she　is　weled　before　his　eyes？’
　
　The　Bantak　men　shuffled　their　feet　uneasily。　Ma　Ban　Grid　did　not。　His　gaze　was　solid　and　unwavering。　‘These　are　not　right　times。　These　are　not　our　lands。　We　are　not　here　to　wele　visitors　before　the　eyes　of　the　Bantak。　We　have　e　to　kill　the　Mud　People。’
　
　‘Why？’
　
　Ma　Ban　Grid　peered　down　his　nose　at　her。　‘They　have　invited　war；　as　our　spirit　brethren　have　warned　us　they　would。　They　have　proven　it　by　killing　one　of　mine。　We　must　kill　them　before　they　can　kill　us　all。’
　
　‘There　will　be　no　war！　There　will　be　no　killing！　I　am　the　Mother　Confessor　and　I　will　not　allow　it！　The　Bantak　will　suffer　by　my　hand　if　they　do　this！’
　
　The　band　of　men　broke　into　worried　whispers　and　moved　back　a　pace。　The　spirit　guide　stood　his　ground。
　
　‘The　spirit　brethren　have　also　told　me　that　the　Mother　Confessor　no　longer　holds　mand　over　the　people　of　the　Midlands。　They　say　that　as　proof；　she　has　been　stripped　of　the　pany　of　a　wizard。’　He　gave　her　a　smug　look。　‘I　see　no　wizard。　As　always；　the　spirits　speak　true　to　Ma　Ban　Grid。’
　
　Kahlan　stared　speechless　at　the　old　man。
　
　Richard　leaned　toward　her。　‘What　are　they　saying？’　Kahlan　told　him　what　Ma　Ban　Grid　had　said。　He　stepped　up　next　to　her。　‘I　want　to　speak　to　them。　Translate　for　me？’
　
　Kahlan　nodded。　‘They　wanted　to　know　who　you　are。　I　didn’t　tell　them。’
　
　Richard’s　eyes　turned　cold　with　menace。　‘I　will　let　them　know　who　I　am。’　His　voice　took　on　the　same　cold　quality　as　his　eyes。　‘And　they　aren’t　going　to　like　it。’
　
　He　turned　his　hawklike　glare　on　the　men；　deliberately　ignoring　Ma　Ban　Grid；　and　she　saw　in　those　eyes　the　rage　of　the　sword’s　magic。　He　was　calling　the　magic　forth　even　as　the　sword　sat　in　its　scabbard。　‘You　men　are　following　an　old　fool；　an　old　fool　by　the　name　of　Ma　Ban　Grid；　who　is　not　wise　enough　to　know　true　spirits　from　false　spirits。’　The　men　gasped　at　the　insult。　Richard　turned　his　penetrating　gaze　to　Ma　Ban　Grid。　‘Is　this　not　true；　old　fool？’
　
　Ma　Ban　Grid　stammered　with　anger　a　moment　before　he　could　get　any　words　out。　‘　Who　are　you　to　dare　to　insult　me　like　this！’
　
　Richard　glared　at　him。　‘Your　false　spirits　told　you　the　Mud　People　killed　one　of　yours。　The　false　spirits　lied　to　you；　and　you；　in　your　foolishness；　believed　them。’
　
　‘Lie！　We　found　his　head！　The　Mud　People　killed　him！　They　want　war　with　us！　We　will　kill　them　all。　Every　last　one！　They　have　killed　one　of　mine！’
　
　‘I　am　growing　tired　of　talking　to　one　as　stupid　as　you；　old　man。　The　Bantak　are　a　witless　people　if　they　put　one　such　as　you　in　charge　of　talking　to　the　spirit　brethren。’
　
　‘Richard；　what　are　you　doing？’　she　whispered。
　
　Translate。’
　
　When　she　did；　Ma　Ban　Grid’s　face　reddened　more　with　each　word。　He　looked　ready　to　burst　into　flames。
　
　Richard　leaned　closer　to　him。　‘The　Mud　People　didn’t　kill　the　one　that　was　yours。　I　did。’
　
　‘Richard！　I　can’t　tell　them　that。　They　will　kill　us。’
　
　He　continued　to　glare　at　Ma　Ban　Grid　as　he　spoke　softly　to　her。　‘Something　is　frightening　these　people　into　doing　this。　They　are　going　to　kill　us　and　then　go　and　kill　a　lot　of　the　Mud　People　unless　I　can　make　them　even　more　frightened　of　us。　Translate。’
　
　She　let　out　a　noisy　breath　at　him　and　then　told　the　Bantak　what　Richard　had　said。　The　weapons　came　back　up。
　
　‘You！　You　killed　one　of　mine！’
　
　Richard　shrugged。　‘Yes。’　He　pointed　at　his　forehead。　‘I　put　an　arrow　right　here。　One　arrow。　Right　here。　Right　through　his　head；　as　he　was　about　to　put　his　spear　in　the　back　of　a　man。　A　man　who　had　no　hate　in